Beautiful CI by my Grinch, pointless_proclamations@HPFF aka Em, from the Secret Santa 2014. Em has my undying gratitude because look at how cute it is!!!
Hermione was in the common room late, working on her Potions homework. Harry and Ron had left a while ago to go to sleep, but Hermione wasn’t putting off Potions for another day. Of course, it wasn’t due for another week, but that was beside the point. As she finally put the last letter on her parchment, she wiped the sweat off her brow and sighed. Just as she began to put her quill and ink bottle back in her bag, along with the roll of parchment, she heard the portrait hole open and footsteps tread quietly into the common room. Hermione looked up and saw none other than Fred Weasley walking towards the staircases as if coming back to the common room in the wee hours of the morning was usual for him.
Well, Hermione thought, a little annoyed with the intrusion on her peace and quiet, it probably is.
She rolled her eyes as he saw her and shoved the rest of her things in her bag. Getting up, she was about to make her way to her dormitory when Fred called out to her.
“Oi, Hermione! You aren’t avoiding me by any chance, are you?” he asked, jumping on one of the couches.
She froze and turned back, a sugar sweet smile on her face. “Of course not Fred. But it’s really quite late and I should probably go on up to bed.”
Fred smirked and gestured at the armchair Hermione had previously been settled in. “Well please don’t leave me here all alone. Five minutes of your time is all I ask.”
Hermione rolled her eyes but obliged. Falling back into the armchair, she raised an eyebrow at Fred.
“What is it you want?”
He smiled and flicked a rolled up piece of parchment at her. She batted it away, crossed her arms and glared at him.
“Fine, fine. Don’t get so upset. I just wanted to have a nice little chat with my brother’s mate. Is that so horrible?” he asked. Hermione answered with a glare. “Okay, okay. I just wanted to know if you could get me Krum’s autograph.”
At the mention of Viktor, Hermione’s cheeks coloured. She looked down and began twiddling with her thumbs.
“Is that all then?” she asked, making to stand up again.
Fred smirked. “No, actually. Why are so insistent on not talking about Krum, or looking me in the eyes after I’ve mentioned him?” Hermione felt her cheeks blaze and she looked away. “Oh come on, Hermione. It can’t be that bad! It’s not as if you threw him off the astronomy tower.”
Hermione glared at Fred again and something clicked for the redhead.
“Did you kiss him?” he asked, sitting up and leaning towards Hermione. “You did kiss him!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “Oh how sweet!”
Hermione glared at him again. “I honestly don’t know why that matters.”
“Oh it doesn’t,” the happy-go-lucky prankster said gleefully. “But now I have something to tease you about.”
He winked and Hermione got up, grabbing her bag and walking to the girls’ staircase.
“Oh come on, Hermione. Don’t be like that! Tell me how it was at least.”
Hermione turned, her eyes blazing. “And what if I don’t want to? It’s only been a couple of days since I kissed him. Can you give me some time to process it? You can only have one first kiss and I’d rather not have that memory tainted with you pestering me for details.”
She realized her mistake too late, clamping her hand over her mouth. But the words had already come out. Fred jumped off from the couch and walked over to her, his eyes glinting with something Hermione could only categorize as madness.
“Your first kiss? You’re fourteen and you’ve never been kissed?”
Hermione snorted. “Well I think we’ve established that I actually have, thank you very much.”
“You know what I mean,” Fred said, winking at her. “Was it good? Everything your fourteen-year-old brain had imagined?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Shove off Fred!”
“Now now,” he said, jumping in front of her and effectively cutting off her path to the dormitories. “That isn’t very nice.”
“Well Fred, I’ve never been known as nice when it comes to you, have I?”
“Right you are, and it wounds me Hermione.” He began to act out a very elaborate and detailed way of dying.
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked around the flailing Fred, muttering under her breath.
“Sorry love, couldn’t catch that last bit. Did you say the reason you didn’t want to tell me was because it was bad?”
Hermione ignored him and began to walk up the girls’ staircase. Merlin, she thought darkly, he’s being more annoying than usual.
“Oh! Was it that bad? Or maybe it wasn’t bad for you but it was bad for him! Are you a bad kisser Hermione?”
Hermione snapped. Dropping her bag, she turned and stormed down four steps until she was at eye level with Fred who was standing right in front of the stairs, though he was careful not to step on one so as not to create the slide. Hermione grabbed his face and stared him down for a moment before pulling him forward and kissing him passionately. His hands made their way to her waist, but hers stayed firmly on his cheeks, holding him to her. After only a few moments, Hermione broke away and glared at him. Then she turned, walked up the few steps, grabbed her bag, and headed to her dormitory.
As Hermione opened her dormitory door, Fred slowly ambled back to the couch, sitting on it instead of jumping. Hermione pressed her back to the closed dormitory door and Fred leaned back into the couch. Hermione slid down to sit on the ground against the door as Fred leaned forward and slouched, his head in between his knees.
“Merlin, what a kiss!”
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