Birthday Present: Prologue

AN: Hey, I'm happy to have gotten reviews that say people are exited for this story, especially because I originally posted off my phone and it apparently did not work!

I'm just putting up the prologue now, but should have up chapter one soon. It's done I just like to have time to edit and double check before I put up.

To the person that commented I tagged Ron in my story and also said I'd be bashing him. Thank you for letting me know. When I was posting it I was just trying to think of people that would be important in the story, but I know how annoying it is to be looking for your ship (Romione) and find something that's opposite what you wanted. I will be changing his tag to George right now.

"Are you going?" Ginny hissed over her shoulder, reading just a few lines of the letter.

"I don't know"

"You did it last year,"

"Last year was weird," she whispered back, even though they were well tucked away in her dormitory. "And I would have to sneak out of Hogwarts this time."

"You could do it, I can even get you Harry's cloak if you're that worried. I'm sure he won't miss it for one night."

"Do you want me to go?" Hermione asked incredulously "For merlin's sake, I don't even know what he's thinking! I don't know what I was thinking last year!" she wailed.

"Well I know that the both of you were very happy the next day"

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(Last year)

Between her classes throughout morning and DA all afternoon, her birthday had been packed and tiring. She hadn't even bothered to leave the room of requirement when dinner began. Opting instead to sit with an old favorite book of hers and eat the finger sandwiches the room provided for her. At this point she had no earthly idea what time it was, but she was halfway through Hogwarts a History once again and from the drooping of her eyes, suspected it was late.

She let the book drop into her lap and sighed. Perhaps she would just sleep here on the training pillows. Harry had left her the cloak to get back past Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad, but maybe she would use it in the morning to help her get through the students on their way to breakfast.

Her breath caught and hazel eyes popped open, as she heard the creaking of the room's door. She gripped her wand briefly as she watched one half of the Weasley twins enter the room.

"Merlin, Fred. You scared me."

"Good guess" She quirked a brow. "You got my name right" He clarified.

"I've always been able to tell you two apart" she defended.

He laughed "I find that hard to believe, sometimes mum can't even pick us apart."

"What're you even doing down here?" She asked standing up from the pillows.

"Just came down to check on you, keep you company some. It is you're birthday, and I didn't get you anything."

The witch stared up at him incredulously, with a tint spreading in her cheeks. "I didn't even expect you to remember, let alone get me a gift. Your brother didn't"

"He's a lazy bugger, that one." She snorted "But I'll be honest, I overheard Ginny saying happy birthday to you this morning, otherwise I would have had no idea."

"That's fine, thank you for coming down to get me, but I was thinking I would just stay overnight."

"Can I sit with you for a bit then?"

Hermione shrugged. "I'm just reading, but I don't see why not if you want to."

Fred took out his wand and lazily waved it over the pillows. A plush red couch appeared, much like the one in the gryffindore common room- only cleaner.

He gestured for her to join him as he sank into the cushons "The room must have helped me with that, because this is a much nicer couch than I put the effort into conjuring."

She sat next to him and hummed a sigh of agreement. It wasn't just cleaner, but also much more comfortable than the common room's. Then again, maybe it had to do with the fact that she had been lying on the floor with only pillows for hours.

"What've you had your nose pressed into"

She held up her book and he laughed.

"I actually read that once you know."

"Why?"

"Third year, I always saw you lugging it around and over summer I found a copy on my dad's shelf." The redhead said scratching his chin, where light stubble dotted his skin. "I just got it into my head that a girl that intelligent who was hanging out with bloody Harry Potter was hiding something or she had some hidden crazy inner self"

"Suppose I've proven that wrong over the years"

"Opposite actually" He looked over at her, "I've never met a girl with anything close to the death wish you have."

"What do you mean. All I ever hear people say is what a bookworm I am"

"Yeah and you are, but you always doing something too. You, Harry, and Ron are always up to something exiting, dealing with you know who" he shrugged "People just don't notice how crazy you are because you three are so good at hiding it"

"But you noticed?"

"Guess I payed attention"

Her blush had certainly spread by now. It looked like the room's lighting had dimmed ever so slowly to accommodate and she hoped he wouldn't see.

"Well thank you I suppose. Not many people see what I do past the books" she turned and looked forward for a moment before adding "And thanks for staying with me. This is a good end to my birthday"

Her head swiveled to gage his expression, but before she could tell what was happening he had his lips on hers and a hand cradling her cheek. It took her no time to push back against him. Her hands grabbed at his shoulders as he leaned forward. The two toppled back onto the couch and the Weasley put his hands on either side of her on the couch.

Her legs moved up onto the sofa and tangled with his as her hands twisted red locks at the base of his neck. Fred sighed against her lips and without realizing it their tongues met another. The wizard moved one hand slowly down to Hermione's hip and gripped it there, grinding them against one another.

Their lips pulled apart, first so she could breath and second so she could let out a groan as she bit her lip.

"Merlin Fred, do that again" she said wrapping a leg around his waist.

He did and smirked down at her as she whimpered. His lips found the corner of her mouth and then trailed down her jawline as the hand at her hips pushed up her skirt farther. She moved against him and pulled at his shirt, effectively untucking it.

As he reached the collar of her shirt, Fred pushed himself up and pulled at her jumper. She sat up to help him and immediately after it was shed Fred began at the buttons of her shirt as she undid her tie. It wasn't long before both were gone.

Fred stared down at her black lacy bra, with one brow raised.

"What?" she demanded "Are bookworms not allowed to wear nice underwear"

He laughed and shook his head "Just imagined you'd wear white"

"First time I did" she said feeling the blush spread through her cheeks.

His hands started unbuttoning his own shirt as he spoke "Aha! So this isn't the brightest witch of her ages first time?"

"Third" she clarified undoing his tie for him.

"Please elaborate"

"Are you going to tell me about every time you've done it then?"

He shrugged and pulled off his shirt "Summer after fourth year in the shed with a girl from the village, fifth year Alicia- that made things bloody awkward for a bit-, and then sixth year with that hufflepuff girl I dated for a couple months."

It was her turn to look surprised "I'd expected a longer list"

He tutted "Its George that gives us the bad name. Practically a man-whore" she laughed and he continued "But you still haven't answered me." He pressed, rubbing circled on her hips with his thumbs.

"Last year Viktor Krum, about a week before the final task….."

He cut her off "And where did you and the Bulgarian sneak off too?"

"We didn't exactly sneak off anywhere. It was just in the back of the library- the restricted section so none of those girls that follow him everywhere would see" He burst into laughter and she hit pushed at his chest.

He wasn't stopping and she continued "Oh Godric, just don't tell Ron he'd go ballistic"

"Literally fraternizing with the enemy" he got out gasping for air.

"Who told you he said that to me!"

After he calmed down he replied "You don't think I asked Gin why I heard you two screaming at one another during the ball? She told me everything"

Hermione snorted "Can't trust a single one you Weasley's to keep your mouth shut"

"And the other one?"

She bit her lip "The night before I came to your house over the summer, I did it with Muggle boy I knew when I was younger"

He leaned over her again, continuing with his previous line of kisses down her chest. "And you're okay with adding me to that list"

She sighed "I think it'll make a good birthday present don't you?"

_0_

(Present day)

Ginny wasn't wrong. They had both seemed much more happy and relaxed for a while after it had happened. Although the morning had been awkward, scrambling after lost clothes and squeezing together in Harry's cloak to try and get up to the common room without any questions on their appearances. Of course that was little use because as soon as she got up to her room she had found the youngest Weasley sitting in her bed, ready to make comment on her 'sex hair'.

She hadn't done much of anything since then. Over summer she had sort of 'gone out with' the same muggle boy she'd slept with before- Rodger- but they hadn't had sex again. Then at the end of summer she had told him she rather liked him more as a friend.

It didn't matter right this moment though, she had to get to lunch. She could think about that as soon as all her homework was done.

Ginny was already seated in the great hall waiting for her. Dean on one side of her and harry across, along with Lavender- who was practically on Ron's lap. She made her way to them and sat beside her friend- giving harry a sympathetic look at being trapped over there alone with the two of them.

Halfway through their meal Ginny was whispering in her ear "Have you decided yet?"

"No" she breathed back "And I don't have to until late tonight."

"Well when you do I already have the cloak and the map in my room all ready for you"

"Thanks" she said sarcastically.

"What are you two whispering about?" Lavender said, butting in her own head.

Before Hermione could stop her the Weasley girl had replied "Just a certain redhead"

"Ginny" she hissed, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks.

Ginny had opened her mouth to speak again but 'Lav-Lav' beat her to it.

"And what exactly where you saying about Won-won?"

"Nothing…." Hermione began.

"That is any of your business" Ginny finished for her, but not in the wat she had wanted.

"I think its my business when you're talking about my boyfriend" Lavender said moving to stand.

Ron held her down, he looked smug "Relax love she's just jealous."

Hermione's jaw dropped, but Lavender ran with it. "Oh I'm sorry Hermione. I know you've always been interested, but that's no reason to be whispering is it"

The two girls stared at her for a moment, before Ginny burst into a fit of giggles. Hermione didn't find it very funny and waited for her friend to return to normal.

"I'm sorry that was just golden" Ginny said, tears in the corner of her eyes.

She had hardly eaten anything yet, but Hermione stood and said "I think I'm going to go"

"Oh come on Hermione" Harry piped in "Don't go back to the library quite yet. It's you're birthday"

"I'm not" she looked down at Ginny "I'm leaving"

The girl looked elated "The things are all in my trunk. Have fun!"

"I'll be back tomorrow morning" Hermione told her low enough that hopefully no one else had heard, and then turned to walk off.

"You better be!" she called after her friend's retreating back and Hermione laughed to herself.