Chapter 3: Just a Bad Situation

Fred stared at Hermione intently. "You'regoing to be my tutor? Why?" Fred's eyes followed her as she made her way to the front of the class laying her books on McGonagall's desk.

"Professor thought you would feel more comfortable being taught by someone your own age." Hermione smiled.

"Someone my own age? Your two years younger than me!" Fred's mind raced; Crap, what now? Granger's a bright one. She's sure to see through that I'm Fred and not George. Though she hasn't yet…maybe she won't, but how am I supposed to go through two weeks of lessons without her figuring it out?

"You'll be my first ever student. Professor McGonagall thought it would be great practice for me, as I would really like to be a teacher here someday." Hermione went on not noticing Fred's dismay.

I got it! Fred thought to himself. I'll just get through this one day. Play it cool, act like George and switch back with him tomorrow. He'll be so happy when he finds out Granger's his tutor he'll probably continue to play dumb just so he can take more lessons.Fred smiled to himself.

"…And who better to practice with then your own friends. Right?" Hermione said happily.

Her last words caught Fred's attention. "Friends? Since when have we been friends?" he retorted not realizing the harshness of his words.

Hermione looked surprised, responding in a quiet voice. "Aren't…we? I mean…we may not be the best of friends but…I've always thought of you and Fred…"Hermione trailed off looking truly hurt tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and looking down.

Fred suddenly felt a jerk at his heart. He didn't like seeing girls sad. Also he had forgotten he was playing George. Fred knew his twin would never forgive him if he hurt Hermione especially while pretending to be him.

"I can't believe you fell for that." Fred chuckled shaking his head, smiling he walked up to a desk in the front of the class. "Of course we're friends Granger." He hopped up on a stool. "I'm looking forward to learning many things from you professor." He smiled and winked at her.

Hermione looked at him fixedly. She seemed to be studying his face.

"What?" Fred questioned raising his eye brow.

Hermione blinked then shook her head. "Nothing." She gave a weak smile and looked down at her books. "Sorry."

"Uh…okay." Fred said awkwardly

Hermione looked up and smiled. "Alright then." She began to open her book. "Let's begin shall we? What were you having trouble with?"

Fred thought for a second. "Oh, I know. I couldn't remember these certain spells."

Hermione nodded. "Right, and what spells were those?"

"I don't know…" Fred shrugged. "I couldn't remember them."

"Right…" Hermione looked confused. "Well as Sir Wizard Franklin Newt once said if you don't know where to start, start at the beginning because if you start at the end everything will come out backwards." Hermione gave a small laugh.

Fred almost expected a cricket to start chirping. "Yeaaah…got to love the Newt." He chuckled lightly. Hermione nodded happily not catching his sarcasm.

As the lesson began Fred couldn't help but notice Hermione reminded him of a much younger Professor McGonagall. She took her lesson seriously. She even took up his paper airplanes he had enchanted to fly about the room, after one of them poked her in the eye.

"You'll get these back at the end of class" Hermione said rubbing her eye and placing the airplanes on her desk.

"Awwwe, I worked hard on those, Professor." Fred pouted.

"You think about what you did, and then we'll talk." Hermione said strictly.

"Meany." Fred said under his breath.

"What was that?" Hermione glared at him and Fred glared back. They both stared at each other before suddenly bursting out in laughs.

Fred wanted to be good. He really did. He knew George would be on his best behavior if he was with her right now but he couldn't help wanting to mess with her. She made it too much fun.

While he was chewing gum she cast a spell to make it glue his mouth shut until he promised to spit it out. When he countered with a spit ball shot straight at the back of her head, she brought out her wand before it even touched her, stopped it in midair and shot it back at him, hitting him smack on the cheek before he could blink.

Hermione smiled proudly as Fred stared in awe at her. "Nice." He grinned removing the wet paper from his cheek. He had never met anyone who could counter his attacks other than George. However he wasn't going to let it end there.

Hermione was getting through the last chapter of the lesson when an explosion of bouncy balls erupted around her. She jumped back almost onto her desk, looking shocked at Fred who was sitting calmly at his desk smiling at her. She scoffed at him only for a sec before returning to what she was reading. Fred almost felt defeated by how well she was handling balls flying every which way around her, nearly hitting her in the face twice. He was almost going to call them back when one of them shot up her robs hitting her right in the ass.

Hermione let out a giant scream, and began to run around the room patting her backside. Fred's eye's widened watching this once in a life time occurrence. He was in such shock he couldn't even laugh. It wasn't until Hermione had stopped running and turned her attention to him that he couldn't contain himself any longer.

In a fit of laughter he managed two words.

"Bulls eye."

Hermione glared daggers before running at him. "George Weasley, give me your wand, so I can kill you with it!"

Fred leapt up from his stool but just as he did so Hermione wiped out her wand waved it around and the next second Fred was glued right back to it. His only defense was holding his wand high above his head out of arms reach of Hermione.

She leapt for the wand, but Fred held her back with his free arm.

"Give me that wand! You can't be trusted with it!"

"I trust me more then I trust you." Fred assured her.

"Give me your wand" Hermione continued to jump for it.

"Don't think so Granger." Fred laughed

"Give it!"

"uh, No."

"I'm warning you!"

"Thanks for the warning, but I'll take my chances."

Hermione glared angrily at how much fun he was having at her dispense. She took a deep breath and leapt with all her might at his out reached hand. The motion caused Fred to fall backwards, Hermione falling with him. With a loud thud Fred laid back side on the floor, Hermione lay on top of him.

"Ouch!" they both said in sync. They had hit their foreheads together as they fell.

"Geez, Granger. When you want something you really go for it." Fred said eyes closed rubbing his head. Strangely he smelled a sweet scent of vanilla. When he opened his eyes he was surprised to see Hermione's face hovering only a couple inches above his, her long hair falling over her shoulders, lightly sweeping against his face.

"Not my best plan." Hermione said, her eyes were still closed from the pain coursing through her body. She felt a hand caressing her cheek, moving up wards to her forehead.

"You smell like vanilla." she heard Fred's voice say. She opened her eyes widely onto Fred who was messaging her temple with his thumb looking at her.

"You alright?" He smiled kindly at her.

Hermione blushed, shifting her eyes away from his glance.

"I'm sorry." Fred said sheepishly flashing a small please-forgive-me smile.

Hermione gave an airy laugh still looking away from him. "That hardly makes up for it."

As she turned to face him, Fred leaned up and kissed her on the forehead making Hermione blush deep red. She couldn't move as his lips stayed pressed against her skin for what felt like a long while.

The second Fred's lips touched her skin he immediately regretted his actions. He didn't know why he kissed her. When girls were sore at you that was just what you did. That was his logic. He didn't expect her sweet scent, soft skin and warm breath hitting his neck to be so inviting. It made him want to continue the kiss downwards even past her lips. The fact that her body was already pressed against his made him want to wrap his arms around her all the more.

He slowly moved his kiss from her forehead to her nose and was prepared to go lower.

"Umm..George?" Hermione whispered nervously.

Hermione's voice echoed in his ears. And his eyes shot open. What was he doing? Kissing the girl his brother fancied? He blamed the situation. How he had just seen her as some pretty girl laying on him. He wasn't clearly looking at Hermione. He would never let himself get carried away again. And that was all there was too it.

As Fred slowly moved his face away from hers, he gave an awkward smile. "Sorry…"

Hermione could only blush and stare in disbelief.

A sudden noise burst through the silence, causing them both to turn their heads.

"T-that's my timer…" Hermione looked down at Fred. "…for when class is over."

Fred raised his eyebrow. "Couldn't have chosen something a little more subtle?"

Hermione looked embarrassed. "I didn't want us to forget. You know, if we were having too much fun with the lesson."

Fred laughed. "Yeah, of course."

Hermione and Fred got up from the floor and exchanged awkward glances before Fred headed to the door. He turned back around to say something but he wasn't sure what it was he wanted to say.

"Uh, well thanks for the lesson Granger." He managed to mutter.

Hermione looked up at him and smiled red patches still on her cheeks. She tucked her hair behind her ear before continuing to gather her books.

Fred raised his head and closed his eyes breathing an air of relief as he exited the classroom. He had managed to walk five feet from the door before an arm hooked him around the neck and buried him in an arm pit.

"Hey George" Fred was able to muffle out. With great strength he shoved his brother away.

George laughed looking gitty as ever. "How was it? Was it very torturous? You look like you barely escaped with your life."

"Do I?" Fred looked back at the door then shrugging his shoulders he began to walk at a fast pace away from the class room. "Eh, it wasn't all bad. I'm just tired." George quickened his pace to keep up.

"Really? You seem to want to get as far away from the room as possible." He chuckled.

"Not really..." Fred hoped Hermione wouldn't leave the room until George and he were out of sight.

"How was the tutor?" George asked glancing sideways at his brother who kept looking behind them for some reason.

"Huh? Oh, they were alright." Fred finally looked at George. Tell him it's Granger. A voice said in his head.

"George…" Fred began.

"What? You hated it, didn't you? I knew it was a bad idea. I'm sorry mate. I'll continue the lesson's from now on."

"No!" Fred took him and George by surprise. No? Why "no"? The voice in his head spoke again. Wasn't that the plan from the beginning? But it wasn't a bad lesson. It was actually…fun.

"You mean you'll keep going for me?" George eyed him curiously.

"What?" Fred blinked not realizing he had been staring into space. "Yeah. Of course."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I told you I would didn't I. I've never backed out of anything in my life, you know that George." Fred continued to walk now at a slower calmer pace. His eyes however would not meet Georges.

It's ok, isn't it. He told himself. If I switched places with George now, Granger would notice instantly. Besides if I play him I can be the fun charming guy he would never be able to be on his own around her. Yeah this way is better. It'll work out great for George…in the long run.

"Sorry, forgot I was talking to the Amazing Fred." George grinned.

"Memory lose isn't anything to be taken lightly Georgey." Fred joked. "You should get that checked."

"Yeah alright, if you take your face in to be examined. " George led the way to the secret passage. "It's this way to the kitchen right?"

"No way! They'd want to experiment on me to find out how I got so sexy." Fred grinned. " Yeah, that's right." He added nodding at the portrait in front of them.

"How we got so sexy, you mean." George reminded his twin as they went through the secret passage way that led to the Hogwarts kitchen.

"Well you're clearly a clone." Fred said straight faced.

George laughed. "What do you want to eat, dear brother of mine?" George held the door for him.

Fred bowed his thanks and walked in. "I'm not sure. Something with vanilla."