I'm hoping to get this up pronto because I have access to the laptop right now. Trying to balance 2 other fanfics with creative bursts and a sister and her boyfriend in college using the laptop. It's MADNESS! Or is it Sparta... I wish we had a nice pit of doom.

ANWAY!

Which brother is up first? CONTINUE READING AND FIND OUT!

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Fred could not believe he was doing this. He paced in front of the old wooden door. He was trying to work up the nerve to knock. He wasn't shy, he just didn't want his brother to know he was having such a hard time figuring out how to romance a certain lion maned nerd. He wasn't likely to let Fred forget it; not after being subjected to prank after devilish pranks.

He was about to knock on the door when it opened.

"Are you gonna pace out there all day or were you planning on coming in at some point?" His brother looked at him expectantly.

"How'd you know I was out here?"

"Hermione put this brilliant charm on the mat. It lets me know when someone is outside my door, whether I'm in here or not."

There she was again; his brilliant little minx. "When'd she do that?"

"After you and George put itching powder in my boxers before my date with Lavender."

"Oh like you weren't grateful! She's awful. Even if she was a good shag... you can only put up with so much for a roll in the hay." Fred really hated Lavender. He typically didn't pass judgement on a bird. He had even found her amusing at some point. The way she clung to Ronald was hilarious and every time she opened her mouth something absolutely sickening came out. The twins had teased Ickle Ronniekins for months but they both agreed that she was absolutely mad.

Fred had once seen her lick her hand after they held hands. Fred had simply walked away and kept the information to himself. Well, he told George, of course. But he considered that keeping it to himself. He had attempted to subtly hint at how crazy she was to Ron but Ron was on the shag-wagon. He was blind to all but physical pleasure. That was until Lavender had told Hermione she wasn't welcome anymore. That had snapped Ron out of his orgasm induced haze. He had immediately dumped Lavender Brown and apologized to everyone. No one was sorry to see her go.

"What do you want Fred. It's," He looked at the muggle watch Hermione had gotten him 2 Christmas' past, "6:30... 6:30? Bloody hell, go back to bed you lunatic! No one is up yet. Mum isn't even up yet. Are you barmy?"

Fred rolled his eyes and pushed the door open before strolling in. He looked around without needing to. Ron never moved anything. Fred knew for a fact that there was a loose floor board just below the window that Ron hid money and a few bits of things he found in his father's storage. He also knew that there was a dirty magazine under the cushion of the chair across from the window. He bet that there was a blue button under the rug in the center of the room. Fred and George had cast a small enchantment that caused Ronnikins to swell enough to pop the button of his jammies.

"Shut the door." Fred ordered. He pulled the dirty mag out from under the dull quilted cushion. He sat down, crossed his right leg over his left, and flipped through till he found a pretty brunette. She was nice but her eyes weren't smart enough, her mouth a bit too large, and her hair much too orderly. Her body was decent enough but he knew that Hermione didn't have curves quite that generous. He didn't mind. He was already attracted to her and he couldn't even tell if she had the swell of breasts under her sweaters.

Other women had become dull. Well, that was interesting to learn. Just a few weeks ago he had been flirting up a storm in the store. Now, he was blasé about a total fox. What had she done to him? He tossed the magazine over his shoulder and steepled his fingers.

"Ronald Billius Weasley, you have something I want."

"I don't have anything!" Ron said hastily. He looked terrified.

"Oh, but you do. I'm in need of information." He started out sickeningly sweet but his voice lowered and took a menacing tone at the end.

Ron gulped. He felt like a chicken backed into a corner, only the fox was playing with him before he took his head off.

"You see, Ronniekins, I need information about Hermione."

"Why?" Ron prickled. Fred really liked that even though he knew Fred could take him down he stood up for his friend.

"Doctor-Patient confidentiality, I'm afraid." he shrugged nonchalantly.

"You're not a doctor." Ron rolled his eyes.

"The information." Fred gave a smirk but his eyes were cold. He wanted details and he wanted them before breakfast.

"Why are you asking me?"

"You're her mate, her bro, her bestie. If you don't have information then Harry will be useless. He has no head for details when it comes to birds other than Ginny. I asked him what color Mione's eyes are and he said 'I dunno. Gray?' He can really be dense. Her eyes are clearly caramel with flecks of honey and bits of chestnut."

"Are they eyes or a cup of girly coffee?" Ron laughed. Fred didn't respond. "What do you want to know? I'd like to make this quick. Some loon woke me before 9am on a Saturday. I need sleep." He yawned.

How could he be tired? Fred was wide awake. In fact, his head was buzzing. He had at least 3 ideas for products that he wanted to run by George, a few marketing ideas to discuss and he was thinking about that book Hermione was reading last night."

"What are her favorite foods, favorite color, flowers, books; those types of things." Fred was getting giddy.

Ronald groaned and flopped onto his bed. Fred hexed his butt and he shot up.

"Alright!"

Fred listened with rapt attention.

We shall see how he uses Ronald's information in the next chapter. Who do you think is after Ron? What is Fred's plan of action?

Review, pleasssssssssseeeee! Just curious, how old should they be in this? I've left it open for now but age and timing make a huge difference.