As much as I should be working on my other stories, this one just sort of popped into my head and I had to jot it down.

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She was mad. She was completely out of her mind. She knew it the moment she saw him. He was enchanting. Sure, he had the Weasley looks; red hair, blue eyes, freckled, tall. But there was more. He was the tallest of the bunch, with a lean body that was dressed in a haphazard manner. And his eyes, were a deeper shade of blue than his siblings. He carried himself with ease. He was clever and well spoken and he took great care when it came to his family. He had charmed her without trying. He was nine years older than her and if she was wise she would do her best to forget him.

And yet, she was currently sitting at the kitchen table in the Burrow staring at Bill pick apart a scone and watch the twins plot. She watched his fingers break a piece off the dry baked good and raise it to his mouth. She took a long drink from her mug, hoping the stiff cup of tea would remedy the longing that filled her. Merlin, she was foolish. She was practically drooling over his boney fingers. What kind of lunatic admired someone's nail beds?

"'Mione, you're coming with, aren't you?"

"What?" Hermione asked, shaken from her fantasies.

Ginny rolled her eyes. While Hermione was rather good at keeping her attraction towards Bill a secret, Ginny was no fool. She had caught Hermione's short glances and the way she always seemed to look away when Bill was in the room, the way she hid behind her mounds of curly hair and bit her lip when Bill talked to her.

"We're going out for a scrimmage. You said you'd keep score since Fred and George always cheat."

"I never cheat," the twins denied in unison.

"You'll come, won't you?" Ginny insisted as she twisted her long hair into a bun at the back of head.

Hermione watched, thinking that Bill's hair was just as long but much nicer. "Of course. Someone has to keep the peace." She gave a soft smile and finished her tea with one last glance at the eldest Weasley.

"Keep the peace? As if there was any to begin with," Bill said with a laugh before plopping the last of breakfast into his mouth. His perfectly shaped, deliciously kissable mouth.

Hermione suppressed a smile and stood. She grabbed her cup and stood, moving to put it in the sink. She had just rounded the counter when she was face to chest with Bill. She looked up at him and looked at the sink behind him. He had situated himself in front of it, his hip resting against the edge. His long legs were stretched out before him.

"I have to get by…" she muttered awkwardly.

"By all means," he said slidding to the side and extending his hand in a grand manner.

She placed her cup in the sink gently. She uttered a small thank you before turning and walking out of the room. She just hoped she had turned in time to hide the blush that had flooded her cheeks. She hurried upstairs to the room she was sharing with Ginny. It was a bit cold today and she would need something to wrap up in if she was going to watch everyone fly around for hours. Their quidditch games lasted until they were all burnt out or someone was injured. They were too proud to give in before then.

She opened the door and found Ginny pulling a pair of thick socks up to her knees. She sat on her bed and watched Ginny finish up. The red head was just lacing into her shoes as Hermione pulled a pair of knitted socks on. She wasn't going to be flying so she figured thick socks and wellies would be enough. She began searching for the jumper Molly had knitted for her last Christmas. She soon gave up as it wasn't in her trunk.

"Ginny, have you seen my," she stopped abruptly when she noticed that Ginny was wearing it.

"Oh shit. Sorry, 'Mione. I have one in the same color." Ginny moved to take it off.

"No, no. It's fine. I'll borrow one from one of the boys. You should probably head out. They'll want to get warmed up soon."

"Are you sure?" Ginny said eying the door, a clear indication that she wanted to get warmed up as well.

"Positive. Now, go!" She said with a wave of her hand. Ginny smiled gratefully and ran off.

Hermione sighed. She'd try Harry first. He always packed extra jumpers, as Ginny frequently took his. Hermione often wondered where the red-heads own jumpers went. She should have a bundle at this point. She went just down the hall to Harry's room.

"Harry, do you have a spare jumper?" she asked as she opened the door. "O-oh."

"Not Harry, I'm afraid."

"No. No, I can see that that."

She had completely forgotten that Ron had been sent to room with Charlie while Bill and Harry would be sharing. Molly had hoped that having two to a room would keep things from getting too hectic. Percy had opted to stay in town with his wife, Penelope, when it was suggested that he stay with the twins. The arrangements hadn't stuck in her mind at the time. They certainly would be now.

Hermione had barged in on him while he was changing. She was trying to utter an apology but the words were caught on his abs. Her throat! They were caught in her throat. She couldn't help but stare at the smooth expanse of pale skin that stretched over muscle. His shoulders were sprinkled with freckles and there was a thin trail of short red hairs leading into his pants.

"Sorry. I should have knocked," she said looking back towards the door. "I was looking for,"

"Harry." He cut her off with a smile. "I gathered that much. He's already outside."

"Sorry." She said again, turning towards the door.

"Hermione?"

She looked over her shoulder, "Yes?"

She was met not by a reply but by a mass of black wool. She pulled it off her head. It was a large, cable knit sweater and it looked incredibly warm.

"Spare jumper," he said with a wicked smile.

She nodded and left. She pulled the jumped on, a sharp tug making it give way over her mass of curls. It was heavy and at least three sizes too big. She pulled the collar up to her nose and sniffed. It smelled even better than it felt. She groaned loudly. He had to smell good too? She sighed and ran down the stairs. This was hardly the time to be dwelling on a silly crush. She had a game to keep.

I can't say I have a definite plan for this one, but I have ideas! I tried and therefore no one can criticize me!

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