I didn't spend too long on this chapter because I haven't felt much like writing lately but it isn't too bad. I think its okay but that's up to you!

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Hermione wasn't sure exactly what had happened after her 5th shot but she knew it wasn't good because the pillow she was laying on smelled like Fred and when she opened her eyes she was not in her room. She knew this room. How had she ended up at her neighbors' apartment? She groaned. Her head was pounding and her throat was drier than a bucket of sand. She was pleased to feel her skirt tangled around her legs. At lease she wasn't naked. That would have been embarrassing.

She took a deep breath. She inhaled his scent. It washed over her in comforting haves. Slowly, she sat up. She needed to go back to her room. She left the bed hesitantly. She could have easily remained in the comfort of soft sheets and lush pillows for the rest of the day. She was missing her shoes and hoped they were somewhere she could find them easily before she snuck out. She tip toed towards the door and opened it as slowly as possible. Peeking her head out was a challenge with her hair everywhere. She didn't see anyone in the hall so she opened the door further and stepped into the hall slowly. She winced as the floor creaked slightly. She shuffled along the floor carefully. She took a deep breath as she peaked around the corner to search for the residents. When she saw no one she let out a soft sigh of relief.

"Looking for someone?" said a playful voice behind her.

She let out a loud squeak and jumped. She placed her hand on her heart and turned around in a hurry. She stared at Fred with wide eyes. He looked rumpled and dashing. The long ginger locks on his head were free and the ends were curling slightly. He was in a simple grey shirt that made the blue of his eyes stand out and his pajama pants had baboons on them. She swallowed roughly.

"You startled me."

"I scared you," he corrected "Why are you sneaking about?" He asked leaning to the side to rest his shoulder on the wall.

"I wasn't sneaking." She said weakly.

"Well then, what are you doing?" He gave a small smile.

"I'm looking for my shoes and my cardigan." She said quickly.

He looked her up and down and shook his head. "Your shoes are by the door and you weren't wearing anything else when you were harassing poor George."

Her brow furrowed. What was he talking about? What had she done last night after that fifth shot? She vaguely remembered seeing Harry and she remembered giving Ginny her cardigan at one point. She tipped her head and crossed her arms. She sort of recalled talking to Luna and spilling a drink on Neville. She grimaced. Everything else was rather fuzzy. She opened her eyes and look at him expectantly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm not surprised. You were positively foxed, Duckie."

There was an unknown tension in her chest that eased when he called her that. She flushed a bit and looked away.

"You thought Georgie was me and you went off on him. It was quite the scene." He said as he pushed off the wall and stepped towards her. She swallowed and looked up at him.

"How awful was it?" She asked firmly, surprising herself.

"Terrible. But he'll get over it." He was toe to toe with her now and she had to crane her neck back to see his face. At this distance she could see each individual freckle on his perfect face. One of his large hands came up to her face and he let the back of his knuckles graze her face delicately. Her breath hitched. She knew she was eyeing his lips and she knew that he knew it too. "Shall I teach you how I do that thing with my tongue now?"

What would one kiss hurt? She nodded slowly. He smiled and cupped her face sweetly before kissing her.

It wasn't at all what he had been expecting. She had expected a rush. Instead, his lips pressed against hers lightly. He kissed her as though it was a Sunday afternoon and he had nothing else to do. She relaxed into the leisurely kiss. Her hands found their way to the small of his back. She sighed into his mouth happily and then his kiss took a new speed. His kiss was feverish now. Fred turned them and pressed her to the wall. He slid her up the wall, his body gliding against hers every inch until their heads were level. Her legs wrapped around him. She touched his hair softly. They weren't being rough with each other. Their passion had simply taken over. She felt his kisses from her head to her toes. She moaned into his mouth and his hands tightened on her waist.

She could feel him all around her and the smell of him made her light headed. She was about to pull away for breath when she heard someone curse and it hadn't been Fred. His mouth was currently busy sucking on her lower lip.

"Fucking Christ."

She pulled away to see George, in his boxers, standing in the hall on his way to the bathroom. He ran a hand over his face. He looked very much like Fred in the morning, when he hadn't cleaned up. She understood why she had made a mistake the previous night.

"How can you possibly be thinking of snogging at this ungodly hour?" He said before heading to the bathroom while shaking his head.

"Good morning to you too." Fred said loudly. He laughed at her horrified expression. He kissed the corner of her mouth sweetly. "Come on, you." He pulled away from the wall and she wrapped her arms around his neck to avoid falling.

"Fred, put me down." She insisted firmly.

"In a moment. Has anyone ever told you you're very impatient?" She huffed and looked away from him, deciding not to deny it.

He used his foot to open his bedroom door more and kicked it shut behind them.

"Fred, I'm going home." She said as though answering some unasked question.

"Of course you are, Duckie." He said with a smile before he flopped her onto the bed. She glared at him. He smiled and stripped his shirt off.

"Wh-what do you think you're doing?" She stared with wide eyes.

"Finally 'bout to get some sleep." He muttered more to himself than her before he climbed into bed next to her.

She was about to sit up and leave when he threw an arm over her waist. She felt his warmth radiate through her. She looked at him and pursed her lips. His eyes were closed but she knew he wasn't asleep yet. She considered leaving but it was still early and the idea of enjoying his company a little longer was hard to resist. She wiggled down the bed and rolled so that they were spooning. She felt him bury his face in her hair and laugh.

"Shut up." She mumbled before drifting to sleep, Fred's chest pressed to her back and his arm firmly wrapped around her.

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