Midnight Rendezvous

"Mum! Hey, Mum!"

Fred barged in through the kitchen door only to come face to face with a startled Hermione who was holding something to her chest, carefully.

"F-Fred!" She squeaked. Then realizing what she was holding, she quickly hid it behind her back. "It's two in the morning. Why are you shouting?"

"What are you doing here?" Fred raised a brow, dropping his duffel bag onto the floor where it landed with a thud.

"Um, sleepover?" Hermione offered, weakly.

"Oh." Her hair was tied in two pigtails and she was wearing a loose and long shirt which reached to her knees.

"Oi, isn't that mine?"

Now Hermione blushed. "I didn't have anything to change into and Ron' clothes smell. Sorry."

Fred blinked. She did look rather nice in it. All neat but rumpled and so deliciously sexy. The thought hit him not a minute too soon and he blanched. What was he doing thinking about his little brother's friend like that. He shook his head and asked, "Where's Mum?"

Hermione had started to retreat towards the stairs, her hands still behind her back. "Probably sleeping."

"Oh." He frowned. Then he took a deep breath and hollered, "MUM!"

"Fred!" Hermione looked horrified, "What is wrong with you? What's so important that you have to wake up at this time of night?"

The red haired boy, no, man, leaned against the pristine counter on his arm and studied her with those warm blue eyes, curiosity evident in them. "What are you hiding behind your back, Granger?"

"What? Nothing. I have to go."

She turned around and there was a loud crack and he was standing right in front of her, smiling pleasantly. "Come on. Let's see it."

"No, Fred! Stop it!"

He was trying to reach behind her and she kept retreating till her back hit the counter and she was forced to bend backwards with his tall frame leaning directly over her and his hands around her back.

"Let go!"

"No! What are you hiding? Show me! I want to see!"

Suddenly the lights flared on, "Honestly, what is all the -"

Mrs. Weasley froze at the sight she beheld and her face turned red as a tomato. Her husband was right behind her, yawning. His eyes widened as he saw the way his son and Hermione were positioned.

"Frederick!"

Before his wife could say another word, Mr. Weasley took her hand and started dragging her away.

"B-But!"

"Now now dear, you know what youngsters are like at that age and Hermione is such a responsible girl."

Hermione blinked and looked up into Fred's amused gaze. "Well, blimey, Hermione."

Before she could realize what had just happened, Fred had stolen her package and was studying it with confusion. It was a piece of cloth. Very soft, shimmery and lacy cloth.

He shook it to open it fully and his eyes nearly popped out.

"Give that back, Fred!"

Fred vaulted over the counter, using one hand as a strong hold and grinned, "Tsk Tsk, Hermione. Lingerie. Who is this for?"

She tried to grab it but he danced out of her reach, gleefully. "Tell me who it's for and I might give it back."

"Nobody!" She crossed her arms over her chest, blushing.

Fred looked at the black scrape of cloth in his hands. It looked so delicate. It could tear with a careless pull. In his mind, he saw some unnamed man tearing it from Hermione' body and his face turned red.

"Here."

He held it out to her and she snatched it, blushing fiercely. "Don't you dare tell anyone about this!"

He gave her a mocking sober look, "I would never."

She backed into the doorway, and said in a warning tone, "I mean it, Fred."

He crossed his finger over his heart dramatically, "I cross my heart and hope to.."

She growled at him and he threw his head back and laughed, utterly delighted.

She fled.

A.N: These are going to be a series of one shots, interconnecting somewhere and somehow. Have fun. I will be posting one chapter daily, cause it's short and light hearted fluff