It's late June and the night comes late in the evening with a cool breeze that lifts spirits. Charlie and the twins insist on a party to celebrate the Trio's recent graduation from Hogwarts, and it only takes two butterbeers - one and a half less than usual - to coax Hermione out of her shell. She willingly assists in setting silencing charms around the Burrow's backyard, and she even charms the lanterns that Fred and George had hung to glow.

Somewhere behind her, Ginny turns on the Weird Sisters and the group cheers. Hermione stays near the house and watches with a content smile as her friends begin to dance.

Fred, who had been fixing one of the lanterns that was blinking out of turn with the rest, hops down from the table and falls into place beside Hermione. "Hiya," He says, grinning lopsidedly at her.

She smiles back.

"Do you want a drink?" He asks her, gesturing to the punch Ginny had put out. Hermione nods and Fred passes one to her with a smile.

Another drink and one dare later, Fred manages to get Hermione out onto the dance floor.

It's just past nine o'clock the next morning when Hermione comes barging into the twins' room.

"Fred Weasley!" She shrieks, grabbing his shirt collar and yanking him out of bed. Fred goes from sleeping blissfully one moment to utter confusion the next.

"Wha - Hermione?" He sputters.

Her eyes narrow. "What did you put in my drink?" She demands. "When will it wear off?"

"What are you talking about?" He asks, rubbing his eyes.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Fred!" She growls. "The dreams? When will they wear off? Is it just one night?"

"Dreams?"

"Yes!" She says in exasperation. "The dreams about you! The...the..." Her cheeks burn. "The inappropriate ones."

"I..." Fred grins as understanding dawns. "Hermione, I didn't put anything in your drink."

"Do you think I'm daft, Fred?" She seethes. "It was one of your love potions, wasn't it?"

"Hermione," He says, his grin growing wider with each passing second, "I didn't slip you anything. I promise."

"You - you didn't...?" Her cheeks flush even brighter now, and she drops his collar as if it's burning her. "You didn't?"

"Nope." He can't help it. He smirks at her.

"So I - um..." Visibly flustered, Hermione says nothing more and exits the twins' room.

Fred falls back onto his bed, grinning. He glances at George, who's staring at him with wide eyes. "Forge, I think Hermione's got the hots for me."