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Comfort
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--------"Bloody bitch" Fred cursed once more, taking another swig from the bottle.
He nearly slipped down the stairs, he decided to take a seat at the bottom, and not risk further injury. It was probably not the best decision in the world to leave the Common Room. But he didn't think he could take anymore of the crowd. Talking about what Umbridge did.
What's going to happen to the Quidditch team? Who will be the beaters? Who can compare to Harry?
Deciding to rest his eyes for a moment, he leant back against the cold stone, enjoying the feeling that it jolted through him. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, but he was suddenly aware of the set of approaching footsteps.Hoping to Merlin it wasn't Umbridge, or one of her precious Inquisitorial Squad, he hesitantly opened his eyes a fraction, and catching a glimpse ofa Gryffindor scarf, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Openingthem fully, he saw who had came to him. Hermione.
"Hey Herms," he greeted cheerfully, putting the Weasley grin over his face, hoping it masked how he was feeling.
She sat down next to him on the step above him, "Are you alright?"
Gazing at her in his stupor, "I'm fine, what makes you ask?"
"Well, other than the fact that you were kicked off the Quidditch team, and the rest of Gryffindor is holding a wake for the Cup, nothing really," Hermione answered with a smile, "Just a feeling mainly, you can't hide everything Fred."
"Yeah," Fred said bitterly, "But I can bloody well try," he finished closing his eyes again and leaning back against the stone.Insufferable bloody know-it-all, making presumptions on how he was feeling. She really didn't have a clue at all.
He could feel her moving around, he started praying to Merlin that she would bugger off and leave him to his misery. His eyes opened with a start, when he felt two small, and very soft hands cup his cheeks. She was staring back at him, and when his eyes met hers, she closed them and leant forward and kissed him.
She kissed him confidently, tilting her head to the side so they wouldn't bump noses.When she pulled back slightly, he opened his mouth to say something, but she was right back there again, kissing him once more. He felt her tongue enter his open mouth, and begin to move against his. Merlin. She's going to eat me alive, was the only rational thought that was going through his mind.
Fred moved his hands to rest on her hips, and the contact seemed to jolt Hermione back to reality, she pulled back almost instantaneously.
"Hermione," he said breathlessly, "What are you doing?"
"Well you looked like you could use some cheering up," she smiled, "And I think it worked."
He just looked at her in wonder, where had the shy little bookworm gone, "Bloody oath it did," Fred laughed, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her closer, "But, I still feel a bit sad."
Moving her hands from his cheek to the back of his neck, "Well I guess I still have some work to do."
Fred chuckled, and leant and kissed her this time. Umbridge who?