Declaration
Hermione peeked in from the doorway.
The room was empty.
Gritting her teeth, she gathered her courage and releasing a breath, she ran towards the kitchen door, only to freeze in shock when she bumped into an invisible someone just in front of the door.
"Going somewhere, Granger?"
Two invisible arms wrapped themselves around her waist and her back was pressed against a masculine chest. Hermione made a face.
"I was just going to get some fresh air. And why are you hiding under Harry's cloak?"
She could practically feel him grinning, "I knew you'd make a run for it."
Hermione mentally judged where his foot would be and stepped down hard, making him yelp and release her. Swirling around, she grabbed the edge of the cloak she had felt and pulled it off with a dramatic flair.
Fred was kneeling down, holding his foot. He gave her an evil look that promised retribution and she raised a brow.
"You're stalking me."
"Am not!"
"Liar."
"Well, you've been avoiding me. Don't think I don't know that."
Hermione shrugged, "I haven't really been hiding that fact."
"I'm a Weasley, Hermione. I will track you down to the ends of the earth if I have to."
"You mean you'll stalk me to the ends of the earth. "
"Details."
Hermione glared at him whilst Fred smiled pleasantly.
"I am not going to say yes."
"I can be very convincing, Granger."
The brown haired girl raised her chin, defiantly, "I would like to see you try. And fail."
With that, she turned on the spot and was gone.
Fred stared at the empty spot for a few minutes before grinning.
Well, he did love a good chase.
A.N: She likes him.