A/N: Okay I own nothing. You caught me. Please forgive me for lateness. My house is being worked on. (New front porch) I'm ready to cry because I can't think straight.
The joys of home ownership. :'(
Hermione looked up. Ginny smiled down at her. "You're hiding," Ginny accused, "Need company?"
"I fancy your brother," Hermione blurted.
"Nice to see someone wised up and finally saw how amazing you are," Ginny said, "I'm glad it was Fred. Ron would've made you miserable."
Hermione laughed. "You're probably right. He's different than what I expected. Its funny."
"You like to laugh. Surely I'm not the only one that knows that," Ginny said, "I'm honestly not surprised."
Hermione sighed, "You're okay with this?"
The younger girl flew at her hugging her tightly. "Of course I am."
Hermione laughed. "Well that was a relief."
"Of course I'm okay with you snogging my brother. I might actually use it to my benefit." Ginny sat down pulling Hermione beside her. "Tell me all. The flowers were beautiful. I recognized Fred's handwriting."
"Beautiful aren't they?" Hermione asked.
"He's good," Ginny agreed.
The two girls sat and talked until Ron came and got them for dinner. Ginny squeezed Hermione's arm as they met Fred and George in the hall way. Fred winked at her.
George bent down an kissed her cheek. "You're not half bad Granger."
"I know." She laughed before grabbing Ginny's arm and tugging her downstairs for dinner.
Fred turned his head to watch her go.
George chuckled. "Well she has filled out nicely."
Fred elbowed his twin in the ribs.
George laughed. "They must have dropped you harder than they dropped me."
"But Charlie dropped Ron the hardest," Fred replied.
"Speaking of Ron, when are you telling him you stole the beautiful bookworm from him?" George laughed, as Fred's face contorted.
"I don't know."
Hermione went back to hiding after dinner. She curled up with her Runes book, a cup of tea in her hands. She took a sip of the citrusy Earl Grey. She let out a him of satisfaction.
"And here I thought you only made that noise for me."
Hermione jumped, nearly spilling her tea. "You should be in bed."
"Its midnight love." Fred came out from his hiding spot.
"It is really? I thought your mum was just up here bringing me tea." She blew him as kiss.
Fred circled her like a lion circling his mate. Saphire eyes focused on the brilliant woman in front of him. He came up behind her, kissing her neck. He nibbled on the spot electing the same hum of pleasure she had voiced when she sipped her tea.
"Anything else make you him like that?" he asked.
She turned and looked at him. There was a fire in her eyes he had never seen before. "You might just have to figure that out yourself."
He kissed her gently. "I know a few things. When the hero declares his love for the heroine."
She nodded, signaling for him to keep going.
"When I rub your legs. When you're at a particularly interesting spot in a book. If I didn't know any better I'd swear you needed to write books Mione." He sat at her feet. "What are you thinking about, love?"
"I don't want things to change between us when term starts. I enjoy this too much." Her eyes met his. She smiled at him.
"Is that why you're hiding?" he asked.
She sighed. "Yes and no. I enjoy your company. Hiding makes it easier. That and I'm avoiding any alone time with Ronald. I just don't want to be around him. He'll know something is up."
"Ron can't charm his way out of a wet paper bag," he stated.
Hermione giggled. "You're right."
He leaned over and kissed her. "Things aren't going to change between us. George and Ginny will help us get time together until we're ready to be ppublic with whatever this is."
"What is this?"
He tugged on a curl gently. "Hopefully the start of something beautiful Mione."
Hermione sat her book and tea down. "Good answer."
He pulled her to him, settling her on his lap. "I'm not letting you go Hermione. This between us its special. I'm not going to brush you off the minute we get on the train. If anything I'm finding a compartment and snogging you until you can't see straight."
"How is a girl supposed to say no to offer like that?"
"She's not," he replied.
"And if she does?" Her eye brow shot up. "Hypothetical of course."
Fred kissed her. "Then I'll have to remind her about how wonderful I am."
Hermione busted out laughing. "Really now?"
He smiled. "It sounded better in my head."
She burried her head in his shoulder. "What do you think is going to be said when we get back to school?"
"Anything anyone wants to say. All that matters is what I say to you and what you say to me. No one else's bull needs to be involved." He ran his hands through her hair. "I care about you and you care about me. We enjoy each other that's what matters."
Hermione smiled. "Okay. I can accept that."
"And if no one likes it. I have a fist or two." He kissed her. "I really do care about you Hermione. I have for a long time."
She sighed, as she wrapped her arms around him. "Hmmm."
George found them together on the settee in the library the next morning Hermione on his twin's lap curled up into Fred. George studied the love of his twin's life. She was tiny compared to Fred, and himself for that matter. Yet she fit with Fred like a puzzle piece. George went over to the pair, gently nudging Fred's shoulder.
"Oi wake up you lot before Mum or worse Ron find you," he stated.
Fred's eyes opened first. "Mione wake up love." He slowly kissed the sleeping girl.
Hermione yawned as she opened her eyes. "Morning." She studied her surroundings. Her eyes got wide. "Bloody hell." She jumped off Fred. "Someone could have found us."
Fred looked over at George. "Someone did find us love."
Hermione smiled at George. "Its just George. Your mum could've found us or oh Merlin Ronald."
Fred rolled his eyes. "Is that a bad thing?"
"Not necessarily. But still maybe we shouldn't meet tonight." She frowned as the last bit of her sentence hit her lips.
Fred kissed her. "Maybe you're right. Tomorrow night." He brushed his lips against hers before she slipped out. Fred looked at his twin. "I'm gonna marry that girl."
"So you've said twice now. Let's just survive out final year at Hogwarts before you buy the bird a ring." George clasped his twin's shoulder. "I approve of her. Our little bookworm is great when she's relaxed."
"Its just finding her when she is that's the problem," Fred replied.
A/N: Yes its fairly short. It might be a bit before I get the next chapter up. I'm hoping to speed things up a bit. Just bare with me.