A/N: Sorry this is so short, thought I would leave you with a little cliff hanger!

Fred nodded, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs. There was a door on the left and one on the right. He opened the door to the right-hand one and held it for her, motioning her in front of him, taking the time to let his eyes wander now unabashedly over her. His intentions were entirely leaning that way, but he didn't want to push her more than she was willing. "George is probably already at the Burrow, or still at Angelina's flat. He doesn't spend much the night here much anymore since they've gotten serious. He works, goes to the Burrow, and goes to Angelina's. So, no. He won't be interrupting us.."

Hermione felt like her skin heated up when he took her hand, and followed him into his room. She had never been in a boy's room before. She had always snogged boys in empty corridors or in Krum's case, Quiddich locker rooms. She looked around, fairly quiet, a giddy scandalous feeling coursing through her veins. She was sure that a Hermione from two years ago would not approve of this, but for some reason, she couldn't have cared less.

Fred smiled and let her get accustomed to his room. Thankfully, it was fairly clean, as he'd moved all of the prototype joke equipment into George's room when his twin had taken to spending the night at his girlfriends. He guided her over to the edge of his bed, pausing at the end of it to give her a chance to change her mind. "We can just go back to the Burrow, if you aren't..." he trailed off, not knowing exactly what he was trying to say.

She interrupted him, "no, Its ok" Mostly she was at a point where if she didn't get snogged she might explode in a ball of hormonal passion. She smiled at Fred, and sat down on the bed, Anxious and nervous, but excited. Somehow she felt like this was her first kiss, even though it was far from it.

Running a hand through his hair, Fred sat down next to her, and held her face in his hands. He kissed her softly at first, just a light brush of lips. Eventually, one hand dropped to her waist, pulling her flush against him, and he cupped the back of her head in the other, deepening the kiss. He parted his own lips slightly and let his tongue glide across her lips, asking nonverbal permission.

She sighed as he started kissing her again, and was about to move closer when he pulled her to him. She was more than happy to part her lips for him, deepening the kiss. Snogging Fred was endlessly pleasing. All of her fears about Molly worrying were starting to melt away, like a chocolate frog that hops onto a radiator.

Feeling her lips part for him, he licked her lips with his tongue and slowly slid it into her mouth, caressing hers. He went softly, even though he wanted to be rougher; he didn't want to push his luck. If she wanted more, she could show him. Fred's hand slid from her hair to join the other at her waist and he playfully tried to tug her onto his lap, while moving farther onto his bed.

A jolt went through Hermione as his tongue caressed hers. She was anxious to deepen the kiss further, and sped up the pace a bit, silently communicating how much she wanted him. The responsible part of Hermione had shut up in the back of her head, giving in to how much she was enjoying this. For the first time in a very long time, She was doing something just because she wanted to, not because it was the responsible or just thing to do. When he tugged at her waist she followed him down onto his bed, every nerve in her body alert, anxious to see how far he would take this.

Fred pulled her completely onto the bed, now knowing she wouldn't resist. They lay side-by-side, and he entwined his legs with hers. He kissed her harder, rougher, pulling her against his body. He felt her breasts against his chest, and felt his blood flow south. He thrust his tongue deeper in her mouth, challenging her to play with him. This was better than he could ever have imagined. She tasted like...toffee...and strawberries, an excellent combination, and Fred's new favorite flavor.

Molly Weasley was pacing in her kitchen, "You're sure they aren't in their bedrooms?" She asked her husband rather worriedly.

"Molly, I've checked them twice, and there aren't exactly that many places for two teenagers to hide in a small bedroom!" He chuckled. "I'm sure they're just fine." Molly wasn't so sure, and opened up a drawer in one of the cabinets, pulling out three dark red envelopes, and a black quill. "Oh Molly" Cried Arthur, "Howlers? Really? They are only a few minutes late! You told them dinner was at 6, it's 6:25"

Molly continued scribbling on the letters, paying no attention to her husband. "This is Hermione we are talking about here. Has she ever, in your memory, been late for dinner?"

Arthur considered this point as Molly wrote the addresses of three possible places Fred and Hermione might be on the envelopes, and gave them to three of the family's owls. She shook her head at Ron's own Pigwideon, Praying he would actually make it. The owls took off, One to a wizard's teen club that Fred and George used to like, another to a park where the twins liked to go to think up new ideas, and Pig to the flat above the shop.

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