Hey yall! Chapt 2! Super excited to have three reviews in less than 24 hours! I love reviews, so keep 'em coming!
Also, I tend to enjoy shorter chapters, because they're easier to write when I'm out of ideas. So if you guys have anything you want to see, let me know! I'm still not sure how long this fanfiction will be, but we'll see what happens!
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Once again, J.K. Rowling is a boss, so I could never keep these characters to myself.
When Hermione woke up the next morning, she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. The dream that had been revolving in her mind was almost too good to be true. The smell of warmth and butterbeer surrounded her, and a pair of arms wrapped around her, melting her heart. She pressed herself back against the dream, letting the warm chest behind her create a perfect spoon for her to fit in.
But when she felt the hard ridge on her lower back, she knew something was wrong.
She rolled over slowly, her mind already thinking of things to make herself believe this was a dream, that this wasn't real. But it was too late.
She looked into the face of Fred Weasley. She was in his bed. And his arms wouldn't let her go.
His face was pressed into the pillow, his red hair sticking up in random places from lack of sleep. The dark circles under his eyes only made him look more miserable, but the smile on his face seemed to make them lighten a bit. She smiled, and she couldn't resist rubbing her thumb along his cheekbone.
A hand leaped up and wrapped around her wrist, pressing her palm into his cheek. His eyes were on hers, and she froze.
"Fred?"
He kissed her palm. "Moooorning." A snicker made his eyes glitter a bit, and she almost fell for the Weasley brother.
Fred didn't expect the kick to the floor, his butt hitting the hardwood with a thud.
"Owww! What was that for?"
"That," she said, straightening her nightgown, "was for putting me in your bed without asking me!" She turned to glare at the face that sat on the edge of the bed, resting on muscular arms. Her heart did a little summer sault, but she shook it off. "I was only trying to help you and you took advantage of it."
He put on his best pout, the one that always worked on his mother in the past. But Hermione just glared at him.
He guessed it only worked with his brother beside him.
"Alright," he sighed, standing. "I'm sorry Hermione. I didn't mean to trick you."
"You should be!" she said, feigning crossness. She shook a finger at him, and couldn't hold in her giggles. Feeling like Mrs. Weasley, always scolding her sons, she laughed harder.
She didn't realize how quickly he could walk across a room. Suddenly, her hand was in his again, his lips kissing the inside of her wrist. "But in all honesty, 'Mione…thank you."
Her face turned bright red. She looked up, his face only a second away from taking them both to a place she wasn't ready to go. Yanking away, she almost tripped over the doorframe, leaving Fred standing there, in his boxers, wondering why his heart felt clenched in a grip worse than dementors.