This chapter felt really weird while I was writing it. I can't say I'm satisfied but I know I won't be able to turn out anything better so hopefully it's okay. I even wore my Deathly Hallows shirt for inspiration. No luck.

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Hermione schooled her expression. "There isn't anything to sort." She turned back to the drawer that was open. She grabbed a loose knitted top before she moved to another to pull out jeans. As pleased as she was that he wanted to stay and talk, because honestly who wouldn't be a little flattered by that, she knew it wasn't a good idea.

"And I'm not ginger," Fred quipped. "Just talk to me. You owe me that."

"I owe you!?" She gave him her virginity. She didn't owe him anything!

"Yes. You tossed me out of bed without so much as a good morning kiss. I'm hurt." He said crossing his long arms over his chest.

"You have my virginity. We're even." She said as she shoved her legs into a pair of dark panties. She wriggled into her jeans. It felt silly to get dressed under her robe considering the fact that he had already seen her naked. She couldn't bring herself to reveal her skin so easily while she was trying to kick him out.

"Nope. You traded that in for orgasms. You owe me." He gave a smug smile.

She stared at him for a moment. He looked appetizing. His long red locks were in a tangled mess on the top of his head and he hadn't put on his shirt or sweater yet. She could hardly focus on all the reasons they wouldn't work with him shirtless like that. She was positively distracted. She was even beginning to reason with herself why it would be okay to let him stay. With a great huff she decided to humor him. She would make her point and he would leave. Problem solved.

"Fine! You're my neighbor," she began.

"Close proximity makes it easier to see each other." He parried quickly.

"Okay, I'm close with your family."

"Saves us both from the awkward meet the folks."

"I'm younger."

"Girls mature faster than boys."

"We have nothing in common!" She said exasperatedly.

"You don't know that. You haven't gotten to know me."

"Exactly! We don't know each other."

"Let me stick around and you can get to know me."

She threw her hands in the air and groaned. He was infuriating. He always had a retort. It was probably the first time in her life that someone had come back on all her statements. She was both impressed and annoyed. Why was he so determined to get to know her? Why couldn't he just let her be? Then again, why was she so insistent that he leave her alone? She took a deep breath.

"I've never done this before. I don't know how to be in a relationship. I'm not saying you're looking for a relationship by any means. I'm just saying that it, that is, this could lead to one. I don't know how to be in a couple. And if it doesn't work then I have to see you in the halls and at family gatherings. It will all be so incredibly awkward." She took a breath. "So you see that it's best if you just leave and we sweep the whole thing under the rug."

When she finally looked at him again he was smirking. The cocky little sod was smirking! Of all the arrogant, pig headed, egotistical things to do! He seemed all too pleased with what she said and not in an I-accept-that-you-are-right-Hermione way. That was not a face of sullen acceptance.

"You want to be in a relationship with me." He said with the sort of smugness that made her palms itch.

"Are you deaf or dumb? I just said that I don't want to be with you." She hissed before slamming her drawers closed only to realize she hadn't grabbed socks. She scowled as she reached into a drawer to pull out a pair of thick socks.

"I heard you just fine. You already calculated the worst case scenarios. You thought about being with me long enough that we would have an awkward breakup. A little neurotic but rather adorable, I must say." He said stepping towards her.

"You stay over there." She said clutching her socks to her chest.

"Why? Afraid I might tempt you to do something naughty, Neighbor?" He said saucily.

Yes. Yes she was very afraid he would tempt her to do something very naughty. Hell, she was afraid she wouldn't need to be tempted. She was willing to throw him into her bed and ride him to completion and then spend the next three days finding out what other positions they could fumble their way into. She didn't need to be tempted which was why it was very important that he stay over there.

"No. I just think it's best if we keep our distance." She said coolly.

"I think that's a rubbish idea."

"I'm sure you do. But seeing as it's my apartment we are going to play by my rules."

"Let's go to my apartment and we can play by my rules. My rules are better because there are no rules. Much more fun. You look like you could use some fun."

"I had plenty of fun last night, thank you very much." She had meant to sound terse, not wistful.

"You're welcome. Let's have some more." He said stepping closer. She could touch him if she reached out now.

This was dangerous. He was dangerous. He was definitely not her type. She wasn't attracted to wily redheads with perfect bodies and charming smiles that promised adventure. She didn't like mischief makers. Not one bit. She liked boys that weren't intimidating and followed rules...probably. At the moment Fred was looking very appealing though. He looked like Christmas morning and rainy Sundays all at once. She found herself leaning towards him and shook her head.

No. Be smart, she scolded herself. She was saving them both a very awkward future by ending this affair right now. He would thank her someday. Hopefully, someday soon.

"No. I really have things to do. You have to go. Thank you. I'm glad we talked about this."

He sighed heavily. "Alright. I'm going to go but only because my ass has been buzzing for at least 10 minutes. I'm sure it's Georgie." He stepped close to her and before she could question him he was kissing her. It was slow and sweet. She leaned into it and closed her eyes while he held her jaw gently in his warm hands. He pulled away slowly. He peppered her mouth with small dry kisses before he spoke against her mouth. "Later Duckie."

She was left gripping her socks wondering how it was that she had gotten sucked in farther after telling him exactly why it was a terrible idea for them to be together. She lied and told herself that she wasn't looking forward to seeing him again. She definitely didn't wear the knitted jumper he left behind to bed that night or every night that followed.

All righty! I have a pretty cute idea for the next chapter that hopefully will be good for a few laughs. Let me know what you think in the reviews!