Title: Dirty Little Secrets.

Chapter: Almost Lover

Author's Note: Okay. This is a little different from my usual stuff. Meaning… no Blaise, no Draco. Well, Draco wayyy later in the story, but not like, main character. Actually, it's a coupling I haven't ever done before, and a character I don't think I've actually used in my stories. It's Hermione/Fred. Now, since I haven't used Fred before I need you all to like… be kind. I'll try my best to keep him in character, Hermione too. But if not well, don't complain. People sometimes change when they want something bad enough. So right. I want to be an author, so it would be fantabulous if you could like… review. It takes 10 seconds and I could really use the suggestions. No flaming, please. Thanks Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I really don't own Harry Potter. Or anything to do with these books. If I did a TON of things would be different… like… I don't know, Sirius wouldn't be dead? Although he is, in this story too. Oh well. I am in NO WAY making any money off this, and I completely respect JK Rowling for making this amazing series.

A Little Warning: COMPLETELY IGNORE THE 7TH BOOK AND THE 6TH. Everything in this story is made up past the end of the 5th book. NOTHING ABOUT THOSE BOOKS MATTER IN THIS STORY. Rated M for, you know, SEX, but not like… porn. Seriously, I'm 15, I couldn't write something like that if I wanted to. So it isn't gunna be all detailed, just sex. Deal with it. That's it; I think… characters will probably be OOC. This is the ONLY time you'll be warned; so don't complain to me if you didn't read this. And um… please review? 3

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"Granger…" Fred's voce was low and rough in her ear; his hands were placed on Hermione's lower back. He kissed her slowly, deliberately, causing a small moan to escape her lips. "I want you." He continued. Hermione nodded and ran her fingers through his long, red hair. Hermione had come into the bathroom for a quick shower before dinner, and after turning on the water she found that Fred had followed her inside. Now she found herself pressed up against the bathroom sink and Fred pressed up against her; so close that she could feel everything. Just as their lips connected there was a knock at the door. They pulled apart, Fred swearing under his breath.

"Mione, are you in there?" The small voice of Ginny asked from the other side of the door. Hermione let her hand glide from Fred's hair, down his cheek, and to his bare chest. He had to bite his lip to stop the groan that begged to escape.

"Yeah. What's up Gin?" Hermione asked as she traced his abs, not realizing she was doing so. Now biting his lip couldn't help him, he wanted her badly, he let the groan escape, a fresh wave of pleasure falling over him as he imagined what they would be doing right now if it weren't for his baby sister at the door.

"What was that?" Ginny asked. Hermione chewed her bottom lip, thinking of what she could possibly tell her best friend. Fred, on the other hand, took her silence for granted and kissed her hard, full on the mouth. As much as Hermione wanted to forget about Ginny and pay attention to the horny boy she was kissing she just couldn't. She pulled away from him again.

"Nothing, what did you want?" Hermione asked, trying to hurry Ginny up but not sound too rude.

"Mum says dinner is about ready. She wants you to come help set the table." She said.

"Uhh, now?" Hermione asked. She didn't want to set the table, she wanted to stay in the bathroom and finish what she started with Fred. And from the way Fred was looking at her, his eyes full of hope, he wanted to stay there too. And the fact that they were still so close together that she could still feel everything, and the everything was getting more prominent.

"Dinner is in 10 minutes." Ginny said. Hermione sighed, disappointed, looked at Fred and then back at the bathroom door.

"Okay. I'll finish up my shower and come down." She listened to Ginny's footsteps fade away; Fred sat her on the counter, he was so tall that they were almost eye-to-eye; Hermione was only the slightest bit above him.

"No." Fred said, placing his hands on her waist and kissing again. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, caught in the moment, then pulled away and shook her head.

"Mmm, you heard Ginny. I have to go now. Your mum-"

"Mum will be mad for all of five minutes, Mione." He sounded exasperated, his voice pleading, and she really couldn't blame him. "We're always interrupted and for once I want to forget everyone else and finish this." He said, going to kiss her again.

"Fred, I want to, you know I do, but-"

"But nothing. Let's just… DO IT!" He kissed her now, and Hermione nodded. He was right; they got interrupted too many times. Like that time in Ginny's room where Fred had to dive under the bed, the time in the garden shed while under Harry's invisibility cloak, that was way too close, Ron almost caught them. It would have been hell if he had. It was time to take a risk, ignore Ginny and the rest of the Weasleys. She unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off. Fred's hands went to her belt and he undid her jeans. Hermione hopped off the counter and did the same to him, slowly slipping them down after the button was undone. She could hear his breathing catch and then become heavier as she brushed against his most sensitive area, pushing his boxers off.

"Thank you." His voice was low again, close to her ear. He took off her panties and smiled at her. Finally they would get to finish; finally he could get the release he needed. He went to start them off when --

"Hermione! Come on!" Ginny was at the door again. Hermione turned so fast that Fred hit her leg instead and swore loudly.

"What's going on in there?" She asked. Hermione got dressed as fast as she could and wet her hair a little, Fred groaned and got dressed slower than she had.

"Just slipped. I'll be out in a second." Hermione kissed Fred hard and turned the water off.

"I'm so sorry." She said, and then slipped out of the bathroom.

Fred and Hermione had been in this secret relationship since Christmas Break in her 7th year. Now it was February, the year after the trio had graduated. Ginny had done her 6th year in the summer so she could take her 7th with Seamus; Luna had done the same because they were best friends. That, and Luna was with Harry. Voldemort had been defeated early that summer, the beginning of June. Harry came away from the battle with only a few injuries, and only a couple people had died.

After attempting to set the table Hermione looked for a place to sit down. George was on the end, so she sat beside him and Ginny sat beside her. When Fred finally came down (with his hair wet, Hermione suspected a cold shower had happened) he sat across from her, kicking her foot as he did. Hermione smiled. The Weasley family, excluding Ron, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Mr. Weasley, and of course, Harry, were all eating quietly.

"Hey mum," Fred said from out of nowhere. "When are Ron and Harry coming home?" He asked.

"Tomorrow afternoon." Mrs. Weasley replied. Fred kicked Hermione under the table again and winked. She knew this to mean 'we can finish up what we started tonight.' Harry and Ron were off looking for jobs and a flat where the three of them, plus Ginny and Luna once and a while, could live, since they couldn't live at the Burrow forever. They had been gone for two days. Hermione gave Fred a nod and kicked back. George looked up from his dinner.

"Umm. Hermione. Why'd you just kick me?" He asked. Hermione felt her cheeks grow hot, Fred groaned quietly; he knew what was coming.

"Oh, uh. Sorry. My leg was… asleep and I uh… thought I was kicking the table leg." She said, attempting to lie. That was the only difficult part of their secret relationship: Hermione was the worst liar EVER. Fred knew this, which is why he had groaned. George watched her, then shrugged and went back to his dinner. Hermione sighed, relieved.

Since Hermione and Fred had both been late for dinner they were stuck on dish duty; which they both didn't mind since it left them alone together. Fred kept blowing bubbles into her face and Hermione hit him with the dry towel. They were both laughing like idiots. After a while Hermione's arms found their way around Fred's neck, the towel hanging down from her hands. Fred made the dishes wash themselves and kissed her. It wasn't one of those hard, passionate ones that eventually led to… other things, it was different. It was soft, meaningful. After maybe ten minutes they separated and went their separate ways to tell their roomies where they would be that night; lies, of course.

"So George…" Fred started, wondering what exactly he would say. "I'm going to the shop to do the late night inventory." He said, hoping with every part of him that George would buy it. After being interrupted so many times he needed this release. He needed to have sex with his girlfriend. And if all else failed, he'd just end up telling George all this. But not yet.

"Oh, okay. Well, I'll come with." George said, standing from his bed.

"Not necessary. I'll be back by morning. These beds are more comfortable than the ones there anyway." Fred said. George shrugged and fell back onto the bed, closing his eyes. Fred figured that George might have given up a little too easily, but he wouldn't spoil it. Before going to Ron's room he went to the kitchen, picked up the muggle phone his father had gotten in his 4th year, and called Verity. After about five minutes of convincing she agreed to do the inventory and not tell George it was her. That girl was only a little bit too dumb, but Fred wasn't going to complain.

Hermione, on the hand, was able to lie really easily. She walked into Ginny's room and sat on her bed, packing things like she was going to a sleep over or something, in fact, that was what she was planning on telling the red-haired girl.

"Hey. My parents just called. They're having some issues. Want me to spend the night and talk to them." Hermione said. Of course, Ginny looked thoughtful. Hermione never really spoke of her parents. They were muggles, they didn't know much about Hermione's world, therefore, Hermione's world didn't know a lot about them. "It'll fine. I'll be back for breakfast." She said, waved, and walked away with a smile on her face. When she went into Ron's room Fred was already there. He smiled and sat on Ron's bed. Hermione sat down beside him, leaned over, and they kissed.

It got out of control not even a second after that. Fred began to undo the buttons on her top. That's when they heard it; two voices getting louder by the second. Then the doorknob turned. They split apart so fast, Fred swearing loudly.

Ron and Harry walked in, their faces confused when they saw the two.

"Welcome home Harry, Ron." Fred said, his face red.

"What are you two…" Ron trailed off, seeing Hermione's shirt was undone almost halfway. Her eyes followed his.

"Oh shit. This shirt is so annoying. We were just talking, of course. Fred wants to get back with Angelina, he was asking for advice." Hermione said. The two stood and walked out of the room, leaving Harry and Ron totally confused. Hermione fell against a wall outside the closed door, Fred stood in front of her.

"I hate this family." He muttered. Hermione laughed.

"I love this family. I just don't like this whole getting interrupted thing. We haven't ever been able to-" Fred cut her off with a kiss.

"I love it when you talk like that." He smiled. Demented really. He really wanted it, she could tell.

"Fred. We've got to realize. There is nowhere we could possibly go to get some privacy here. It just won't happen." Fred sighed.

"Fine. But tomorrow night you're mine." He said. "Now I have to go do late night inventory and you have to…?" He trailed off, leaving her to fill in the blank.

"Go back to my real house." She said.

"Apparate over?"

"I was thinking of walking." Hermione said. She did live quite far, but she'd just walk to the closest bus or train station. It was a nice night and she wanted some nice, cool air. Fred laughed.

"We could always get it over with in a bush."

She rolled her eyes and punched him lightly in the arm. "How classy of you, Mr. Weasley. A real gentleman. I'll see you tomorrow." She turned to walk away and Fred took her wrist.

"Oh, but Granger, you could help me with the inventory." He said. Hermione raised an amused eyebrow. "I could send Verity back upstairs, we'd have the whole bottom floor to ourselves… no interruptions…" He was practically purring in her ear, causing a small giggle to escape her lips.

"You want to have sex in a storage room?" She asked. He smiled.

"Well, we did almost do it in a garden shed." He was right about that. It wasn't one of Hermione's better moments. It was just so hard to resist Fred sometimes. But she would this time.

"Sorry Fred. As tempting as that is, I'm no longer in the mood." Hermione said. He groaned loudly.

"You suck." He laughed at her and apparated to the shop. She smiled after him and walked to the bus station.

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A/N: Right. First chapter. I know. It was pretty much all about sex. I swear that isn't their bases of a relationship. It just is in that chapter. I have no clue where this is really going. I mean, I know what's going to happen, but I have no clue about the next chapter… well actually… I do. Anyway. Please review!