A little less steamy in this chapter- it can't all be that passionate, a little unfortunately )

Hermione was awakened by the heat of another's body pressed against her own.

The morning sun shone through Fred's red cotton curtains creating a warm light in the cluttered room. In the darkness she hadn't been able to see much of the twin's room.

Two squashy single beds were pushed against opposite walls, a window in between. From an open chest of drawers in front of the window clothes spilled onto the floor like a frozen waterfall. Various 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' Posters and products were displayed on the walls and stacked at the corners of the room.

Unlike the cool, pale purple of her own room, Fred's was a bright cacophony of clashing colours. It was without order but intensely interesting and full of the unexpected.

Fred shifted in his sleep, muttering slightly. Hermione turned over to face him. His red hair was (as usual) a roughish mess. As she watched his sleeping face, she resisted the urge to wake him, instead allowing him to sleep.

She slipped out of bed a little reluctantly and picked up her cotton robe from where it had been abandoned the night before. Holding it in her hands, she turned over the events of the early morning in her mind. She had wanted him so much that she had pushed for him and then suddenly, everything had fallen out of her control and she didn't know how she felt. He had been so... gentle. She loved him for it, although she couldn't quite accept that yet.

Hermione slipped the thin material around her shoulders and tied it conservatively around her body. She looked down at him, his long, lean body relaxed. His eyes fluttered and he rubbed them, stretching.

Looking up sleepily, he saw her, wrapped in her robe and looking down at him sweetly, her head tilted to one side. He smiled.

"Morning." He said, almost casually.

"Morning."

"Did you sleep alright?" He sat up and reached out to pull her towards him. She moved forwards to stand between his legs as he sat on his bed, his hands on her thighs.

"Deep and dreamless." Fred nodded, looking up at her happily. She smiled down at him, blushing.

"You?" She asked it return.

"You snore something awful." He said, trying and failing to frown at her.

"I do not!" Hermione protested. He just laughed and stood up, kissing her on the forehead.

"So how do you want to do this?" The conversation suddenly became a little more serious as she considered how to ask his open question.

"We need to talk to George." She said decisively.

"Oi!" Fred whispered into George's ear.

George lay on his back on the living room sofa, fast asleep. His mouth was open and his feet stuck out of the end of his blanket, too long to fit.

He showed no sign of hearing Fred's harsh whisper.

"We don't have long 'till the others wake up." Said Hermione, a little worried.

"It's alright, we'll have time." He brushed his hand lightly down her back in a comforting gesture. He leaned over George and sighed. He shook his brother by the shoulder. George snorted slightly and his eyes opened narrowly.

"What the Fuck is it now?" He said, his voice thick with sleep.

"Morning brother." Said Fred grimacing. "Think you can keep a secret?"

"What are you-?" His eyes caught sight of Hermione over Fred's shoulder. "Oh. You better not have bloody done it in my bed." He said, grumpily.

"We didn't do anything." Said Hermione, thoroughly unconvincingly, her face scarlet.

"And that's what you're going to tell anyone who asks." Fred said forcefully. George rubbed his eyes and propped himself up on his elbow.

"Your secret is safe with me."

"I doubt it." Came a voice from the bottom of the stairs. Hermione turned to see Ginny, leaning casually against the wall. "You can't keep a secret to save your life."

"Of course I can!" Said George defensively.

"No." Said Ginny flatly. "You can't resist teasing. Eventually it will all come out because of a stupid joke on your part." She looked disapprovingly down at him.

"Nothing happen-"

"Don't worry Hermione, I'm here to help." She gave her a small smile before walking over to frown more intensely at George. Fred stepped out of the way. "If you make the smallest joke about these two lovebirds-" Both Fred and Hermione blushed "-I'll tell mum it was you that broke aunt Muriel's garden fountain and made it squirt her instead."

"Hey, that'll get me in trouble as well!" Interjected Fred, before George could object.

"It's all or nothing, Fred." She stated simply. Fred nodded in agreement.

George sighed, frustrated.

"Fine, but next time he goes to her room, I'm not being kicked out again."

"Deal." Agreed Ginny. "You guys owe me." She smirked at Fred and Hermione.

They relocated to the kitchen to begin breakfast and were shortly joined by Percy and Ron.

"What're you guys doing up so early." Asked Ron, stuffing toast into his mouth.

"It's not early Ron, it's half nine." Said Percy stiffly eyeing his watch and pointedly looking at Ron.

"Oh, I'd better be off then." Ron drank the last of his coffee and waved quickly. "I'm already late for work." Percy almost pushed Ron out of the door in an effort to get to work a little earlier.

"Anyone else have a little heart-attack when he asked why we were all here?" asked George casually. Fred and Hermione nodded.