I really hoped I answered some of the most pressing questions and was able to clear up the story.
P.S. The reason Ron was so intimidated by Fred is because Fred has pulled some nasty pranks on him in the past and Fred used that to his advantage. He really wanted that information...
Taking liberties with Hermione's favorites here! Also... I like Fred and George a bit tall and with blue eyes not brown; just a personal preference so that is how I write them.
Read. Rate. Review. Be jolly and enjoy cold linguine with basil.
This could work for him... hopefully. If it didn't he would have to go ask another one and quite frankly he hadn't exactly been keen on asking Ronald. He had spent a good portion of the morning listening to his little brother hum and mumble out half-assed answers. He had probably zapped Ron a few too many times. He thought about it for a moment. Nah. He deserved it. It wouldn't have taken nearly as long if he had just sat up and answered the questions instead of trying to sneak over to his pillows.
It was now nearly 9:30 and the Burrow would be rising soon. Fred had considered making breakfast for her but then everyone wold want some and he wasn't up for that kind of responsibility. He shuddered at the thought. He would settle for a cup of coffee; a bit of fresh cream and a spoonful of sugar, just like she liked it. He hadn't needed to ask Ron about that. She had asked him to get her coffee almost every summer. She was usually knee deep in books and couldn't get out for the bitter cup of liquid pep.
Suddenly, he didn't mind all that much.
He fixed the cup of coffee and padded up to the room Hermione was sharing with Ginny. He thought it was strange that Ginny had even decided to stay for the summer. She was usually inseparable from Harry and Teddy. He would have to ask Hermione why she had decided to come home. He didn't mind at all, but he was a curious soul. Curious cat's often get killed, or so he has been told, but thus far he has been pretty satisfied. He would bet that satisfied curiosity starved off death. He could write a paper on it.
He needed some sleep.
He shook his head to clear away the wandering thoughts about curious cats and theoretical papers about satisfaction. He knocked on the door to Ginny's old firmly and loudly. Ginny was a sound sleeper and he wasn't about to wait all morning with a cup of caffeine in the hall. He waited for a moment while he heard shuffling and a soft "ow" when there was a muffled thud. He checked his smirk before the door opened. Holy mother of Merlin...
Hermione stood before him in a large worn Ireland t-shirt, which he suspected was his, and nothing else. The green fabric was brushing the middle of her thighs. Her hair was wild. He hadn't imagined it could get any more unmanageable than it was on a daily basis, but he was wrong. Her curls were firmer and stuck up in various, gravity defying directions. Her eyes weren't completely open and they were heavy with sleep. Her soft little mouth was open in a small yawn.
Damn.
"Fred... isn't it unreasonably early for you to be knocking on doors?" Her voice was rough and crackly as she spoke.
"I'm shocked! 'Mione, it is nearly," Fred checked his watch-less wrist, "after 9:30. You should be up and about doing whatever is you do."
"Fred, I don't want to be up and about. I want to be back in bed. We were up all night!" She groaned and leaned her head against the door frame.
"I've got coffee though." He smiled when her body perked up a bit. "And we all know coffee is the cure-all. So, get to sipping, Granger!" He thrust the coffee at her and he was relieved when she sighed with a hint of a smile.
She took a sip and her smile grew. " I don't know how you do it, Fred, but yours always tastes the best."
His chest was warm and his stomach flipped. She thought his was the best! He was filled with pride. He would be happy to make her a steaming cup of coffee every morning if he got this reaction.
"It's the love. Can you taste the love?" He said sporting a goofy grin.
Her cheeks flushed a bit. He didn't mean it that way, she reminded herself. She cleared her throat. "I sincerely doubt that that is your secret."
"You're right. It's a drop of troll snot." He deadpanned. She chocked. He tried to keep a serious face but failed miserably.
"Fredrick Gideon!" She shrilled. He winced. Who wouldn't?
She pushed his chest playfully and there was a long moment before she pulled her hand back. He could see the pale white etchings of letters on her arm. He had a dangerous desire to lift it to his mouth and lavish kisses on the word. He could feel her fingers flex through the fabric of his shirt. He longed to feel the warmth of her palm on his skin. Her eyes were focused on his chest in what looked like a sleepy haze. He smirked.
Looks like the bookworm wasn't immune to the charms of a Beater's body.
That was useful information. So far much more useful than her favorite color or her favorite song. He had figured knowing a bit more about her would help him but now he kind of wished he had had the chance to learn all of those things on his own time with her. The only helpful bit of his chat with Ron at the moment was...
"Let's go on a walk. The grass is still a bit damp and everyone is still asleep so no one will bother us. And if you're afraid of a bit of water then I can always carry you." He wriggled his eyebrows. She laughed. She pulled her hand back realizing it was still against his chest. When had they gotten to close together?
"That sounds great, but I'm going back to bed until your mum comes in to rip the curtains open." She smiled at him and pulled away. She placed the empty cup in his hand and stepped back into the room. "Thanks for the coffee, Fred."
The door was in his face and instead of hand in hand with Hermione, he was hand in hand with an empty mug with a ship in the handle. Ron had assured him that Hermione would never pass up a quiet walk around the Burrow grounds while the grass was still dewy. He had said it was her favorite thing to do at the Burrow. Clearly, he was wrong! It didn't quite occur to him that the hour of asking coupled with the few hours of sleep she had gotten could have swayed her answer.
Oh, Merlin. He would need to ask one of his other brothers for help...
Who's next? YOU'LL NEVER KNOW!
Beater bod's... yummmy!
I'll try to update super soon! Thanks so much for reading! Reviews are appreciated beyond belief!