Note: So sorry for the epically long delay; I sort of lost motivation/inspiration for the story and only just got back into it... I will try to be better! Hopefully you are still reading it

HPOV

Two weeks later Hermione woke with a start. Opening her eyes she was unsure as to why she had woken until she heard a large raspberry being blown and Peeves floating away cackling.
"Peeves!" she hissed, trying not to wake the remainder of the dormitory as she hastily scanned around her for something to throw at the idiotic poltergeist. Sighing as he simply drifted through the nearest wall, she lay back and made a conscious decision to give up on sleep and head down to the great hall for breakfast; it wasn't even that early after all.

It was the second Hogsmead trip of the year, and so Hermione hastily threw on a selection of casual clothes before trying in vain to flatten her wild wave of brunette curls. Admitting defeat, she turned to fetch her shoes before crying out in pain and leaping up into the air. Grabbing her foot she pulled out the badge that had pricked her; "Potter Stinks," flashed happily up at her. Making an angry sound in the back of her throat she picked up her wand and with a single flash watched the letters moving around and transforming to become S.P.E.W. Much better, she thought to herself as she slipped into her shoes and started the trek down to breakfast.

Sitting down between Harry and Ron, who, to her great surprise, had risen earlier than her, she decided not to mention the badge; there were much fewer of them floating around anyway. I mean after the incident with the horntail, it was almost embarrassing to be seen wearing one. Zoning into their conversation as she poured herself some coffee, she was in time to hear Ron mutter "It's supposed to be amazing... like liquid fire; and it gives you the confidence to do... well anything"
Harry was nodding fervently while glancing up in time to watch Cho glide across the hall.
"Harry?" Hermione asked in amusement, "Harry, you just put your elbow in the butter dish…Harry!"
"whaa.. yeah, agh! Dammit"
"Don't worry, I don't think she saw," Hermione replied smirking as she watched harry turn a similar colour to Ron's hair; she knew if Harry had 'the confidence to do anything' anything he did would be involving a certain raven haired girl.
"Anyway what were you guys talking about?"
"Well, umm, don't get mad or anything Hermione..." Ron was off to a great start... "But we thinkkk we've found a 7th year who might be willing to sell us some Firewhisky!"
Hermione's outraged reply was cut short by Fred and George who had snuck up behind her them.
"why Gred… do my ears deceive me?" Fred began in a mocking childish voice
"No Forge.. I believe ickle ronnickins and the three musketeers are finally growing up.
"Ron," Fred suddenly said in a very serious voice "Mate... I might finally start telling people that we're related."

"Shut up you two," Ron fumed, his ears turning bright red, "Anyway, shove off, aren't you going to Hogsmead with Lee?"
"Nah," George dismissed this with a wave of his hand as he sat down opposite them... he's in detention with McGonagall for turning Kylie Morgan's hair blue."
"No he's not," Fred corrected, "that was you. He's with Snape, he threw a firecracker into Flint Stones cauldron last week."
"And that was you! Anyway," George continued, "He's serving time. So we thought we'd supervise you three this lovely weekend." Hermione watched as his face cracked into one of the twin's famous evil grins, and was sure that Fred's face was doing the same behind them. However she was unable to follow the thread that the conversation had taken because Fred had suddenly rested one of his hands casually on her shoulder as he continued talking.
Fighting the impulse to lean her back into his broad, muscled chest, she focused instead on trying to remember how to breathe normally; why was it suddenly so difficult?

"Hermione!"
She looked around and realised everyone was standing and looking at her in a peculiar way
"Sorry, sorry, I was just um, thinking about err, about the rest of that transfiguration essay I've got to finish."
She grimaced and blushed as all the boys around her groaned, and George and Harry each grabbed one of her arms and pulled her up.
"Not today Granger," Fred said with authority next to her as the five of them trooped out of the hall and into the bright sunshine outside.

Two hours later after making the usual rounds through Honey dukes, Zonkos and the apothecary, Ron and Harry began walking towards the three broomsticks.
"Erm, I think Jack said he'd be meeting us here around now…." Ron trailed off looking guilty, "I mean I wouldn't want to be rude and leave him waiting or anything..."
Once again Hermione didn't have time to react to this as George suddenly looked around them and said "You know what, that's a great idea, you guys go ahead, have fun; don't do anything I wouldn't do," he said winking before slapping Fred on the back with a quick grin.
"What?" Harry trailed off, understanding flitting across his face as George suddenly turned and ran a few steps; "Katie... oi Katie! You here by yourself?"

"Fine, Well you three go one ahead," Hermione said very firmly, "I think I'll just head back, I've spent quiet enough time in detention thanks to your wild schemes.."
"Aww Hermione, come on.. Don't be like that it'll be great..." Ron was silenced by one of Hermione's icy glares.
"Ooh better be careful Ronnickins, Granger might write to mummy if you're not a good wittle boy," Fred smirked, but cut Ron off as he tried to answer, "Anyway, I might head back too... trust me boys, while it's a necessary experience, I don't think I fancy another round of Firewhiskey anytime soon. Besides, I think Lee will be just about done… whatever it was he was doing." Fred frowned, clearly trying to remember exactly what it was their best friend had done this time.

"Whatever," Ron mumbled "you're coming right Harry?"
Harry cast a guilty look at Hermione, who just rolled her eyes.
"Err well I guess I'll just tag along, make sure you don't get into trouble or anything y'know?"
The two of them hastily turned and walked towards the large wooden doors of the nearest bar

"So Hermione, do you actually want to head back or were you just saying that to spend some quality alone time with me?" Fred wiggled his eyebrows at Hermione, his eyes twinkling.
Mortified, she felt a deep blush steal across her cheeks again as she replied "No, no I think I really had to be getting back."
Fred just nodded as they turned to walk back
inside; Hermione was secretly kicking herself, why couldn't she just flirt back! They could be having a butterbeer together at the moment... instead she had reiterated just how much of a wet rag she really was. Horrified she started to feel her eyes tear up and instantly began blinking like crazy.
"Hermione?" Fred stopped, looking at her with concern "are you alright?"
"Wha? Oh yeah fine, sorry, think I got dust in my eyes or something."
Fred seemed to accept this as he continued walking.

FPOV

Fred was still absentmindedly trying to remember what exactly Lee had done to land himself in detention when he thought he heard a small sniffle behind him. Looking around he was startled to find Hermione shiny eyed and looking as though she was about to cry. Bewildered and quickly flicking through what he must have said or done he gently asked
"Hermione? Are you alright?"
"Wha? Oh yeah fine, sorry, I think I got dust in my eyes or something." Her voice came out a pitch higher than normal and sort of wavered towards the end, however it seemed fairly obvious she didn't want to talk about it so Fred shrugged and continued walking towards the castle.
Sighing and utterly confused about what was happening he cleared his throat, however before he could say anything suddenly paled as he eyed Filch a few shops away.
"Err Hermione," he began in a quick undertone, turning so his back was towards Filch, "I'm pretty sure I just remembered why Lee isn't here."
"Huh?" She looked up at him confused, Her eyes still sparkling.
Fred was suddenly struck by just how pretty she was and was momentarily side-tracked, however quickly thought of more pressing things.
"Yeah well thing is... someone… really, could have been anyone, no idea why Filch thought it was me and Lee, err borrowed some venomous tentacular seeds from the greenhouse and they somehow ended up exploding on one of the fourth floor corridors.. Pretty funny really, no idea why everyone got so angry..."
He glanced at Hermione and noticed she was fighting back a laugh
"Long story short, I'm fairly sure I was meant to be in detention this morning too and Filch over there may be looking for me... fancy taking the road less taken back to the castle?"
She surprised him by asking "You mean the Honey dukes passage?"
"I'm Harry's best friend Fred" she replied, answering his unasked question.

He grinned at her, confused by how much he had liked hearing his name on her lips, before grabbing her arm and running with her towards the bright candy shop at the bottom of the road.
Laughing as they burst through the door, and glad to see that it was bursting with people, his grip moved from her arm down to her hand as he manoeuvred the two of them through the store, up to the side of the counter.
"Right," He began and then stopped as he looked down at the girl whose hand he was holding. Fred had known Hermione since her first day at Hogwarts, but it was suddenly as though he was seeing her for the first time; her hair had come loose from the bun she had tied it in and curly strands were hanging around her face, her cheeks were flushed from their quick run, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him in anticipation and her mouth, which Fred suddenly found he couldn't look away from, was pulled into a wide smile, her lush lips parted over her bright teeth.

"Fred?" she prompted, "Err I think I can see Filch out the front of the store" she finished, standing on tip toes to try and see over the swarm of people between them and the front.
"Not to worry" Fred replied, pulling her down the narrow set of stairs in the corner and into the basement where he promptly pulled up a trap door and issued her down a second set of stairs into a dark tunnel.

Shutting the lid behind him, Fred heard Hermione whisper something before a small orb of light shot out of her wand to hover a few meters in front of them.
"Nice one," he said appreciatively, watching her blush again and wondering if maybe just maybe, his brother's best friend had some kind of feelings for him.
"Alright, let's move off. Sorry it's actually a bit of a hike" He grinned at her as she moved off in front, while he quiet enjoyed watching the view of her walking from behind.

Half an hour later after walking mainly in silence they reached a small staircase that seemed to lead into a solid wall.
"Hold up," Fred said as he pulled a grubby piece of parchment out of his back pocket and tapped it with his wand.
"Oh I thought you gave that to Harry last year" Hermione said as she watched the marauders map spread out in front of them.
"Yes well err whoever planted those seeds needed to see whether the corridor was clear see... "Fred shrugged "Anyway it seems it's a good thing I borrowed it because at this current moment it seems Snape is standing right on the other side" Fred pointed towards the wall.

He watched Hermione pale in the dim glow from their orb of light.
"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he can't hear us or anything" Fred reassured her, although he dropped the volume of his voice dramatically.
Hermione started to giggle and leaned back against the wall.
The end of the tunnel they were standing in was very narrow and Fred suddenly found himself becoming conscious of just how close they were, and the fact that besides Hermione's face, there was very little to look at. The fact that she had just leaned again the wall and unconsciously let out a small moan, made to make matters only more difficult as it reminded him way to much of a certain fantasy he had allowed himself a few weeks ago. Fred shifted as he felt himself getting hard, trying desperately to think of his aunt Muriel or something.

They stayed like this for a few minutes, until the sound of her breathing was all he could hear. The air had seemed to become slightly electric. And suddenly he couldn't help it; he bridged the gap between them with a small step and simple stood in front of her. Her eyes came up to just below his.
"Fred?" she asked softly
Instead of answering he slowly lifted his left hand and cupped the back of her head before leaning in and lightly pressing his lips to hers. Moving to pull back slightly Fred was shocked when instead Hermione pressed her whole body into his and wound her fingers through his hair moaning as she deepened the kiss. It was suddenly as though a dam had broken, or exploded, and he pushed her roughly into the wall moving his other had to her waist as he ground his erection into her stomach.

Gasping for air she let out a loud moan which he hastily silenced with another kiss while slowly moving his hand up towards her heaving breasts. Laying his hand lightly on one he softly brushed her nipple with his thumb and was rewarded with a soft cry as Hermione attempted to press herself further into him. Emboldened and wondering just how far she would let him go he removed his hand, ignoring her achingly soft utter of 'no' and slowly moved it back, this time under the soft cotton of her shirt. Reaching his left hand down to her bra strap he deftly unclipped it one handed and pulled it off, dropping the lacy black material onto the ground while leaving her shirt on, and simply pushing it up exposing her surprisingly large breasts.
This time it was Fred who moaned as he grasped one in his hand and resumed rolling her nipple before breaking their heated kiss and moving his mouth to engulf the small pink bud, brushing his tongue over the hardening flesh.
He quickly stopped and pushed back when Hermione uttered a moan so loud he was terrified for a moment that someone must have heard. He let his eyes roam over her body; she was so lush, her cheeks pink, her chest heaving as she panted. She lifted her eyes to his and simply said 'please?'
"Oh my god Hermione," was all he could reply before resuming his attack on her other breast while firmly covering her mouth with his other hand.
Eventually removing his hand, hoping she had enough sense to stop crying out so loudly, even though the sound was possibly the sexiest thing he had ever heard Fred finally let his hand move down to the edge of her shorts, skimming the top and fingering the button. 'Hermione?' he asked softly, still unsure of how far she wanted this to continues.
"Yes. Yes. Oh my god yes" she moaned her answer, going so far as to reach down and undo her buttons herself.
Satisfied that she wanted this as much as he did, Fred roughly pushed her shorts to her ankles, watching as she softly stepped out of them. Then, kneeling down on the hard floor he slowly pressed his mouth of to her mound, kissing her softly through the lacy cotton of her white, and quickly turning see through, underwear. Bucking, even at his softest of touches, Hermione moaned and panted, grabbing his hair as she felt the pressure building in her lower abdomen, clenching her muscles to increase the incredible pleasure she was feeling.
"Hermione, "Fred's voice was thick with longing, "I want you to touch your breasts while I kiss you."
His request almost sending her over the edge without even touching her, she complied instantly, revelling in the sensation.
Back to work, Fred slowly pulled her cotton panties down, marvelling at how beautiful she was all over, and wondering how it could have possibly taken him so long to realise his brothers best friend had turned into the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. Slowly tracing the edge of her slit with his tongue, he realised she was soaking.
"Your so wet babe," he moaned, "You're so ready."
He quickly inserted one long finger, giving her only moments to prepare before quickly making it two, curving them inside her and feeling her shudder and clench around them.
"Fred... Fred I'm really close... Fred..."
"Come for me Hermione" was all he said as he watched her come undone above him.
Both of them caring about the noises she was making, she bucked around his fingers, and just when she thought she was finally coming down, he quickly doubled the pace he was thrusting his fingers into her at, whilst simultaneously latching his mouth onto her slippery, swollen clit, licking it with short rough strokes.
Hermione let out a soft scream and gripped his hair so hard her hands turned white, as a second orgasm crashed over her for the first time in her life. Pushing friends head into her she clenched over and over again, feeling a small wet stream leaving her as she did, too far gone to think about it though. When she finally stopped crying and shuddering Fred stood up and pressed her hard into him, wrapping her in his arms as she continued to quake with small aftershocks. It took him only a small moment to realise with shock that she had started crying.
"Hermione? Hermione! I'm sorry, babe what's wrong?" He panicked for a minute, thinking he had pushed her into something before she put him out of his worry.
"I'm sorry," she gasped, "I'm so sorry, there's nothing wrong, I think I'm just abit overwhelmed. That was, that was absolutely incredible." She half laughed, half sobbed "I'm sorry I'm ruining it by crying."
Relief washing over him he hugged her hard again, laughing as he said "Don't worry; there is absolutely nothing you could do to ruin that."

They stood there for another minute before Fred bent down and helped her step back into her shorts and underwear, pulling it up for her, while handing her the bra that they had discarded earlier.
'Thanks' she mumbled, clearly looking slightly embarrassed.
'Don't you dare act all shy, now that that's over,' Fred said with a wicked grin, 'not once you were so vocal just a minute ago.' He laughed as he watched her turn slightly crimson.
Unable to help himself he pulled her close again and this time bent to her ear, 'Hermione,' he started, then paused, 'can I ask you something?'
He thought he heard a hitch in her breath as she answered 'what?'
He smiled against her as he replied 'D'you, D'you always squirt?'
'oh my god,' was all she could say before burying her face into him once more, hoping by the looks of it, to lose herself inside him.
'Hey, hey, no, don't be shy, I loved it,' he reassured her 'it was so hot. I was just wondering.'
He smiled as she looked up finally.

"No" she finally sighed. "No that's never happened before." She paused. "It felt really really good though..." She bit her lip.
Fred kissed her forehead 'Good that's all that matters then. Now come on, I feel like we've been in the dark for half our lives."
Stepping up the stairs he tapped his wand against the wall and it slowly opened into a hatch, allowing the two of them to scramble through the humped statue.
As soon as it closed Lee came skidding round the corner.
"Fred! Oh my god man where have you been. McGonagall is going to absolutely murder you. Hurry up I've been looking for you for the past 2 hours!" Lee panted as he pulled up beside them.
"Calm down, got here as fast as I could, didn't I Granger." Fred replied. "Alright keep your pants on mate, let's go."
"Hey I'll see you later Hermione alright?" he started as he left, being dragged along by Lee. He stopped, noting her downcast expression.
"Hermione." He said again, waiting for her to look up. When she did he simply said "Don't you think I'd rather be hanging out that doing detention with McGonagall?" He grinned as she finally smiled before turning and walking in the other direction.