So Percy was a prat and Fred got a bit attached, Poppy has terrible timing and Fred still think he needs help. I think maybe it might be time for a Hermione POV chapter, no?

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Fred was pretty sure he had tried it all. Okay, maybe not everything. He hadn't come out and said, "Hey, I'm madly in love with you. Wanna get something to eat and then let me snog you before sending you home to think about what a great night we had?" He maybe should have but that was a bit too much pressure. If she said no he would never be able to see her again without it being awkward. He liked her company too much for that.

He was laying outside with his broom, waiting for his brothers to come out for a quick game of Quidditch. They scheduled a game twice a month and somehow they were all late. He had been hoping to charm Ron's broom before they started. George was probably off planning his wedding with Angelina and their mother. Ron was who-knows-where and Percy never joined. Bill wasn't fond of joining unless Fleur was around. Charlie ought to be here though and Harry was meant to join as well.

A shadow was cast over him and he popped an eye open. Hermione was standing over him with a book in her arms.

"What are you doing?" She asked sweetly.

"Plotting." He said with a smile.

"Oh Merlin, Who's getting pranked today?" She tilted her head cutely.

"My brothers, probably. They've left me waiting."

"Quidditch match?" She asked while moving to sit next to him.

"Not if they don't get they're arses out here." He looked at her while she flipped through her book. She was oddly relaxed for a girl who had nearly been kissed a few days earlier. He was still thinking about how close they had been but maybe it was just him that had been anticipating a kiss. He could still feel the heat of her breath on his face.

"I think I see Charlie." Hermione said pointing to the Burrow.

It was definitely Charlie. He was the only brother who was built like a tank. Charlie was a bit shorter than George and himself but still taller than the other boys. Unlike the rest of the Weasley boys, Charlie's work with dragons had won out over his genetics. He had muscles to spare. Fred was toned and fit from Quidditch and lucky genes but Charlie was all muscle. He had burns and scars but it didn't distract from his charm. Charlie kept his hair short, not short enough for his mother to consider decent but much shorter than Bill or himself.

Fred could tell it was Charlie for the way he walked. Charlie swaggered. He didn't strut or mosey. No, he had an arrogant confidence in everything he did. And he had every right to it. He risked his life every day and was the best at his job. Fred would walk that way too if he got as much tail as Charlie did. Ha, tail, way to go Fred.

When Charlie got closer Hermione smiled at him before getting up and moving under the willow she used to read under. Fred wanted to tell Charlie to go back inside. He had been so impatient for the game to begin and now he wasn't keen on playing at all. He wanted Hermione to come take a nap in the sun with him.

"Freddie, you ready to get beat?" Charlie asked with a cocky grin.

Fred didn't reply. He was busy staring at Hermione. Merlin, she looked beautiful. She wasn't in the usual jumper. It was much too warm out. She was wearing a long skirt that covered her feet and a t-shirt that clung to her. Her hair had been pulled into a massive bun on the top of her head but a few wild curls had strayed. She was curled up with her book. As though she felt his gaze, she looked their way and waved. Fred could only smile.

Charlie watched the exchange with a ridiculous grin. His little brother was crushing on Curly-Q and he was more than happy to help out. He had already devised a plan. He would help little Fred get the girl. Hell, Hermione could use a good influence like Fred; that girl was wound tighter than a pregnant dragon. Charlie sat down next to his younger brother and nudged his shoulder.

"I've got this little brother." Charlie said with a smile.

"Doubt it." Fred said with a scoff. So far he had had little luck with this romantic endeavor.

"I know a thing or two about birds." Charlie said affronted.

Fred looked at him with an amused grin. "You? No! They don't go for the ugly ones."

"I'll show you ugly!"

With that Charlie had Fred in a headlock and was wrestling him to the ground in a matter of seconds. Fred managed to hold his own for a bit but really, how was he to compete with someone who wrestles dragons all day? They collapsed in a fit of laughter. Fred had to admit Bill and Charlie were his favorite brothers. He excluded George because it didn't need saying.

"Alright, what is your master plan?"

"You're going to take off your shirt."

Fred waited for a moment. "And then?"

"And then what?" Charlie looked confused.

"What happens then?" Fred asked.

"I don't follow."

"Your master plan is that I take off my shirt while playing Quidditch?"

"Yes."

Fred was screwed. He hadn't asked for help and he certainly hadn't received any. Why were his siblings so completely useless? Hell. Might as well try it. No harm in being shirtless on a hot day for a pretty girl, right?

And there you have it! Charlie Weasley, advisor extraordinaire! Poking his nose where it doesn't belong :) But that's why we love him.

I have the greatest desire to write a scene with Fred finger fucking Hermione under the table while she can't make any noise but clearly they aren't ready for that. Devious bastard...

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