It's Really Not Funny
As soon as Harry defeated Voldemort, Hermione rushed to the hospital wing to see Fred. He had barely been breathing when Ron and Percy had pulled him from the rubble of the collapsed wall. When she reached his bedside she was taken aback by how pale and weak he looked.
"Fred?" she whispered.
His eyes opened slowly. "Hermione," he replied, his lips barely moving.
"Are you… will you be okay?"
"It's not good," he told her with a shake of his head.
"Oh, Fred!" she cried, clutching his hand as tears slid down her face.
"Shush, luv. It doesn't have to be sad. I could die a happy man if I could just see you naked once."
Hermione blinked in surprise, stunned at his words. "What?"
"Wait, that wasn't very good. I was just getting warmed up. Let me try a different pick-up line."
"P-pick-up line?" she stuttered. "Are you saying that you're going to be alright?"
He smirked. "I will be once you agree to go out with me."
