Hermione Granger and Fred Weasley were sitting in the Gryffindor Common room at 2:27am. Fred had a Charms test in a few hours that was quite critical so of course he asked Hermione Granger. Sure she was a year younger, but she did know everything. Fred was yawning as Hermione was explaining some silent charms that Fred was having the most difficulty understanding. Hermione sighed,
"Fred, if you want to learn these before you have to write about them, you really can't be yawning!" Fred just stared blankly at her face. Her eyes certainly were droopy and it was apparent that she was tired as well. Dark circles dimmed under her eyes, and Fred felt disappointed with himself for causing that imperfection to appear on such radiant skin. For a second he was taken aback by himself for saying that, but then he finally replied to Hermione.
"I know, I know, But blimey woman! It's almost four o'clock in the morning! Look over there, we lit those candles around 9, and now they're almost out of wax." Hermione glanced around. He was right, the poor candles were on their last legs, although they still produced enough light.
"You're right. Would you like to call it a night?" Hermione asked.
"Well technically we'd call it a morning." Fred messed with her. She rolled her eyes and smiled at him.
"I would like to go to bed, but I really don't want to wake up Ginny. She flips out if someone walks past her bed. I guess she is a really light sleeper." Fred nodded, "That she is! George and I used to sneak into her room and sit on the floor, and she would wake up and throw things at us, then fall right back asleep." Hermione looked shocked. She didn't have any siblings, and this was one of the moments that she was thankful for that.
"Brothers must be so mean!" Fred simply nodded again agreeing with her. Hermione kept staring at his face and giggling. She couldn't help but notice that he had cute little dimples in his cheeks when he smiled at her. His ginger orange hair was rumpled from running his hands through it so many times trying to understand the spells that Hermione had been explaining. Fred stared back at Hermione and saw that her hair looked just as crazy as he felt that his did.
"What are you looking at?" Hermione giggled.
Fred answered, "Well, I was just thinking that we really can't go back to bed looking like this."
Hermione was perplexed. Fred saw her confused expression and said, "We have sex hair. It would look ridiculous if someone woke up." Hermione was surprised by his remark, but still laughed because she was so increasingly tired. "Well maybe George or the other boys would think so, but Ginny knows I wouldn't do that kind of thing. Or I guess she thinks I wouldn't." Hermione pushed a renegade strand of hair behind her ear and stretched out her arms. As she moved her arms behind her body, her chest rose forward and her cardigan flipped open. Fred could not help but glance down, because her perky breasts peeked over the top of her sky blue tank top. Hermione caught his eyes as he was looking, but she just slightly grinned and ignored it.
"What do you mean you don't do that kind of thing?" Fred grew curious.
"You know, like sexual things that teenagers generally participate in?" Fred thought it was cute that she even talked about sex like it was an academic subject.
Then he said, "So, you mean to say you're a virgin?" and blushed waiting for an answer. Hermione felt her cheeks grow hot into a blush as well.
"I guess so. I mean, It's almost happened before, but not actually." Hermione felt a little embarrassed.
Fred was very shocked. "But, you're so...You know?" Hermione's eyebrows rose in confusion. "No, I don't know?"
"Well, you're fucking hot. To put it frankly." Fred said as he sat up straighter on the couch next to her. "Sorry." Fred quickly added. Hermione thought about what to respond. She was flattered and surprised at the same time. "It's fine." She laughed nervously. "You really think I'm...well attractive?" She muttered sheepishly.
