(A/N Sorry I took so long guys... I was caught up :( ) *Chapter 7 - Fred* When I woke up, I had a thumping in my head. I stumbled out of my room and into the bathroom. I took one of Mum's headache potions and choked one back. The awful liquid was like slime in my throat. I stared into the mirror. I looked awful. I had bags the size of Percy's head under my eyes and my hair stuck up in all directions. Then the penny dropped. The dream. The amazing and terrible dream. I closed my eyes and remembered my dream. I remembered the feel of Hermione against me, our bodies moulded together. I could actually feel it, even though it wasn't real. Then I remembered how she shrunk, how everyone looked at me like I was something they picked off their shoes, how Ron's eyes blazed with fury, the pain of his fists, like flame in my bones. It wasn't actually pain, but the psychological pain was phenomenal. I remembered how I woke up, to George looking at me like he was scared of me. How everyone looked like I was suffering from a terrible illness. I couldn't look at Hermione or Ron. It would be too painful. I had to smile at everyone and pretend that it was okay. I was Funny Fred, not to be taken seriously. Only Mum understood. She nearly understood me as much as George. She just rocked me, telling me it was fine. I walked down the stairs. I was just in my boxers, but I guessed that no-one would be awake after me waking them up in the middle of the night. I was wrong. Standing, stirring a cup of tea, in a silk cornflower blue silk dressing gown, with her back to me, Hermione's bushy hair met me as I walked into the kitchen. She was singing quietly to herself. I strained to here what she was singing. It was an old muggle song. She had a sweet voice, not little girly, but nice and feminine. I was lost in her voice, then I realised that she would probably become very awkward if she turned around. I was just about to turn around to creep up the stairs ,but then she started to walk towards the kitchen table. I was frozen. She was in skimpy shorts and a camisole. I didn't notice her last night. Her pyjamas showed a lot her skin. She had lovely delicate milky skin. Her eyes were still on her book, her mouth singing her silly muggle song. I must have been breathing loudly, because her head snapped up. Her eyes widened. She dropped her book and her cup, the cup making a loud smash on the floor. There goes everyone's lie-in I thought. Hermione quickly tied up her gown, her face turning beetroot red. She got down on her knees and started to picked up her book and the shards of porcelain. "Don't do that, I'll get the mop." I said. I wiped up the tea and swept the shards into a bucket. Her book wasn't as easily fixed. Brown dotted the pages, some soaked right through. She gave a small moan of despair. Despite of everything, I couldn't help but stare at her. Blushing really did wonders for her. Even though her hair was so frizzy... I liked it. It suited her that way. She looked up, and smiled at me. My chest started to fizzle, and I found it hard to breath. Just then, a dark maroon blush creeped up her neck, and her eyes swivelled away from mine. Suddenly, I realised that I was still in my boxers. To make the situation less awkward, I leaned against the table and tried to play it cool. "I sense my presence is making you uncomfortable again, Ms. Bookworm" I said. She raised her eyebrow and walked over to make another cup of tea. "Not at all, -Dressed. Make yourself comfortable. Do you want tea?" She said, bending over to get another cup of tea from under the counter. She revealed alot of her ass in the process. Well, this is a change from last night I thought. She stood up again, with two mugs in her hands. She mixed the tea, and brought them over to the table. I sat down, and drank the tea. Hermione stayed stayed standing, watching the chickens outside. I was starting to get very uncomfortable, sitting in my jocks with the love of my life sitting standing a mere metre away. I drained the last of my tea and stood up. Hermione looked over and smirked. "Getting cold?" she said, her eyes laughing. She was playing me. Well, two could play at that game I thought, my competitiveness kicking in. "Nope. Just wondering in case you were getting too hot." I said triumphantly, throwing a wink in for good measure. Hermione rolled her eyes, but her face started to glow again. "In your dreams, Weasley. " she murmured, taking her cup into the kitchen. I smiled. I had definitely won. "Alas, I believe they it is in yours too" (A/N I hope you liked it. Sorry I took so long again :/ Please review. Much love xx)