Just couldn't help it.. here's the second chapter!
It continues directly from the first one.
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When Fred finally pulled away, they both breathed heavily, but they kept the same position as before. His left hand resting on her lower back, and his right tangled up in her hair, while she had put her arms around his neck.
"W-what the hell are we doing?", she formally whispered.
"I have.. no idea", Fred said, before he leaned in to kiss her again.
As they shared the second passionate kiss, they heard someone open the door to one of the dorms upstairs, and quickly pulled away again.
Hermione picked up one of the books she'd left on one of the tables earlier that day, and Fred jumped into one of the couches, pretending to sleep.
"Hey, you.. what are you doing down here?"
It was Harry.
"Oh my..", Hermione mumbled before she cleared her throat, "I just remembered I'd left my book here..", she said and smiled sheepish at him while pointing at the book.
"But.. you're still dressed in your robes, Hermione.."
"Uhm, yeah..", she said as she desperately tried to find an excuse for wearing her school uniform, instead of her pajamas.
"She helped me.. uhm, hang up some socks in the corridor outside", Fred suddenly said, jumping off the couch.
Hermione gave him a look he knew well as the: 'what-the-hell?'-look.
"Socks?", Harry said and yawned, "I don't think I even want to know why.. just go to bed, will you?", and then he turned around and walked up the stairs again.
"That was.. really close!", Fred said and let out a sigh of relief as he heard the door to Harry's dorm close, and Hermione's giggling behind him.
"Honestly? Socks?", she asked him.
The following morning, Hermione met Ginny, Harry and Ron in the Great Hall.
"Morning!", Ginny said and smiled as she sat down by the Gryffindor table.
"When did you two go to sleep tonight?", Harry asked as he filled his cup with pumpkinjuice from the passing mug.
"Wait.. you two who?", Ron asked and stopped chewing.
"I found her and Fred down in the commonroom way after bedtime last night. Apparently, they were hanging up socks in the corridor outside", Harry said and gave Hermione a teasing look.
"That really do sound like one of Fred's bad excuses", Ginny said, "So what were you really doing?"
"What? I don't know what you're talking about!", Hermione said and looked at them.
"Come on! What happened?", Ron said, but she just shrugged and continued eating while reading 'The Standard Book of Spells Grade 5' by Miranda Goshawk
Fred and George were nowhere to be seen that day, before dinner.
Fred and Hermione smiled and gave each other a knowing look as he and George joined them by the table.
As they ate, no one mentioned what Harry had seen and heard the night before, and just when Hermione and Fred thought they were 'safe', Ginny bursted out.
"Did you hear the latest news, Hermione?"
"No, what is it?", she asked and stopped eating.
"Apparently, you and Fred are dating", Ginny replied and shrugged.
"Wait, WHAT?", Hermione and Fred shouted out at the same time, and George, Harry and Ron looked up from their plates.
"What? Who's saying that?", Fred asked as George tried to pull him down to his seat again. He'd jumped up and onto the bench with one foot on the table when Ginny told them what she'd heard.
"Lavender and Parvati claimed they saw you kissing last night"
"Yeah, I heard that too, but I thought it was just a rumor.. because it is, right Freddie?", George said.
"Oh, Lavender that foul, little..", Hermione began, but Ron interrupted her.
"Don't you say anything bad about Lavender!".
He waved his fork as he looked angrily at her.
Lavender was Ron's girlfriend, and they'd grown pretty close during the last couple of months.
She was known to be a little.. intense when it came to boys, but so far it seemed like Ron had been doing pretty well.
Hermione had never been a great fan of her. She thought Lavender was way too.. giggly and.. childish and.. boy-obsessed.
She just gave Ron a glare before she continued muttering under her breath.
"If I ever get my hands on that bloody little.."
George's question remained unanswered, and no one said anything about it.
Hermione had almost forgotten it, before she looked under the lid of her desk in History of Magic class.
There was a note.
"Need to see you!
Meet me by the portrait of Basil Fronsac.
Fred."
As she read the note, her hand automatically rose, and professor Binns said:
"Yes, ms. Granger?"
"Professor, I.. don't feel well, may I go to the hospital wing?"
"Yes, of course, dear. Off you go", professor Binns said and waved at her.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, and shared a surprised and suspicious look.
Hermione wouldn't leave class if she was dying, not even History of Magic!
But they let it go.
"We'll have to find out what she's up to..", Harry whispered to Ron, who nodded.
Five minutes later, Hermione ran towards the portrait of Basil Fronsac by the library.
She wondered what Fred wanted. They'd hardly spoken since she went to bed the previous night, and even when she was alone, she couldn't think about anything other than him.
It was quite weird, actually. But before she got the chance to think more about it, she saw Fred leaning against the wall by the library, and when he saw her approaching he walked towards her, took her hand and pulled her with him into the library without saying a word.
"Fred, what are you.."
Before she got to complete the sentence, he pushed her against the wall and kissed her.
They kissed like it was a matter of life or death.
His tongue found its way to her lower lip, and slid into her mouth before their tongues met.
Hermione was sure she could see fireworks and stars as she kissed him. She'd never been kissed this way before.
She ran her hands through his hair, as he lifted her up and put her on one of the desks in front of the bookshelves.
As they pulled away to breathe, a giggle came out of her mouth.
"What is it?"Fred said and looked up at her as he grinned.
"I was just thinking what the others would say if they caught us like this", she said and grinned back at him.
"Yeah, what exactly do you think I'm going to say?", they suddenly heard a voice say.
They turned around. Ginny was standing by one of the shelves.