Hermione was on his lap, their snogging intense. He could feel her begin a steady grind on his hips, and he felt himself growing.

She ran a hand through his hair, and another hand was playing with the buttons of his shirt. He involuntarily groaned and moved her closer to him, as she parted her lips, giving him access to her tongue. She broke loose from him, momentarily taking in air, and quietly moaned, as he began to kiss her neck. She felt him harden through his jeans, and he heard a small audible gasp escape her.

He also heard an annoying tapping sound.

It was getting louder and louder.

The annoying sound wouldn't cease.

Then suddenly the noise of falling objects and a loud hoot made his eyes open instantaneously. He quickly closed them, only to open them again, but with much less speed. It was bright, the sun shining in through his window. He had been dreaming. Again! He angrily groaned. What was it with these dreams? They were happening regularly, and it was getting harder to tell them apart from reality.

However, now he knew what the tapping sound in his dream had been. Jack the owl, had been tapping at his window until he finally managed to open it and flew straight onto his dresser, dropping everything that had been on it; his cologne, parchment, quills, and other things. He was about to rise from his bed, when he noticed something that had been real in both the dream and reality. The snogging must have been so realistic that he had woken up with an embarrassingly large bulge, visible through his briefs.

He exhaled loudly. This was not going to be his day. Not only had he had a sex dream with a girl he's wasn't snogging in real life, but he also woke up hard.

Don't fret. It's not the first time this has happened, he thought to himself. Okay, wait, maybe it's not the first sex dream ever, but it's the first time I've woken up like this, he thought. Jack hooted louder, impatient with Fred, for not retrieving the letter he was delivering.

"Shhhh!" Fred hushed the owl, "you're hooting is going to wake George," he scolded him.

"Fredddd!" George yelled, from the hall.

Oh Merlin, Fred thought as George knocked his door, and Jack hooted louder.

Fred gave Jack a death stare, in a way of telling him to stay quiet.

"Fred, there isn't anything I can make for breakfast, so I'm going to order from the Leaky Cauldron, want anything?"

Fred was rising from bed, about to answer George, when his foot got tangled in the bed sheets and he had to grab onto his nightstand to keep from falling, causing the books and his wand to fall.

"Uh…yeah mate, sounds good!" was all Fred could manage to say in order to mask Jack's new hoots of joy.

"Fred?"

"Yeah. Eggs! Eggs sound great. Thanks, I'll be out in a minute."

"Is everything all right?" George asked.

"Perfect, George! I'm going to take a shower, be out soon. Order anything. You know what I like!"

"Uhm, okay, I guess." George said confused by the situation.

Fred had been very secretive lately, but it didn't bother George because he already knew it had to do with Hermione.

George lightly laughed, walking towards the kitchen. He had probably interrupted Fred's creative writing time. Fred and Hermione had been owling for days now. Only Fred thought he wasn't aware of how often they owled each other. How wrong he was, thought George. He had seen the owls flying off from 7 in the morning and returning late as midnight, before he headed to bed, so he knew this owling back and forth was not a casual hello note, he thought grinning.

George is drinking tea, when Fred finally walks into the kitchen to serve himself a cup.

"Took you long enough. I thought my heating charm was going to run out soon." George joked.

"I was just replying to an owl. That's all."

George tried not to smirk. He knew who Fred was writing to, but it was beginning bother him that Fred hadn't confided in him yet.

"So. I've reviewed the priority guest list for the VIP tent at the fest, which are mainly just the family and a few friends. Is there anyone you wanted to add? Are you inviting anyone special?" George asked offhandedly, hoping Fred wouldn't catch what he meant.

"No. Hermione's already on the guest list. So I don't have ….hey, have you seen the jam?" Fred answered without really thinking, as he was about to begin eating his breakfast.

"Should be near my plate," George answered, "Ok. Because I'm delivering the list to the ministry today."

"Ugh, wait did I mention Hermione is bringing some bloke. Well, coworker. His name's Fanlee or something. He's new at the ministry, or so she says. But I hear he's been in London for a bit, so I don't understand why he needs Hermione to tour him around the place. It's not that hard to use your wand and a simple locating spell." Fred was ranting unconsciously.

George tried not to laugh. "So shall I add him to the list?"

"No. why? He's not family or anything." Fred replied a bit too quickly.

"If you say so," Smiled George.

"What are you smiling about?" Fred asked.

"Nothing," George attempted to answer with a straight face, "Well I'm off to deliver the list. Verity should be here soon so just open up the store. I should be back by noon."

"Noon?"

"Yes brother-o-mine. I've got a lunch date today," George replied with a sly smile and wiggling his eyebrows.

"What an unlucky lady," Fred joked.

Perfect timing, thought George. Fred wanting a witty banter would be the perfect way to bring out the truth, he thought.

"Why I beg to differ. The gorgeous Hermione is always happy to see me." George replied. "If I must remind you, we had a pretty great time at the Burrow, during the last DA get-together. Mione in that red dress." He smirked.

Fred slightly choked while drinking his tea, and provided a nonsensical grunt after not being able to find a reasonable response.

"What? No witty comeback. You must really be tried, I suppose." George continued to smirk, "I half-expected you to gloat about your nonstop dancing with her last night. Guess I win this round."

Fred faked a cough, which George knew was his signature move to change a subject between the two of them. After a few seconds and much deliberation, George finally initiated the conversation he'd wanted to have days ago.

"Fred, I'm going to ask you something and I want you to answer honestly."

Fred gave his brother a suspicious look, but agreed.

"I'm your twin. I know you. And I also know you've been owling a lot recently. And your unusual rant about Finley, who I suppose is the Finley Connors you asked me about the other day, I have to ask, do you fancy Hermione?"

Fred went a little pale in the face. How had George remembered Finley's name and noticed all that had been going on. He'd have to give his twin more credit from now on.

Fred was still thinking to himself, before he noticed that it had been a little more than a minute since George had asked him the question.

Fred exhaled. He hadn't been aware he was holding his breath… "Honestly? Yes. I suppose I do."

George laughed. Fred gave him a confused look.

"Finally! Now was that so hard to admit? You are aware we're twins? How long did you think it would take me to notice?" George said.

"You can't say anything to anyone. I haven't told her yet." Fred told George sternly.

"Of course. Do I look like Lavender? I won't tell a soul. Scouts honour!" George said.

"Scouts honour?" Fred questioned.

"Yeah. Isn't that what muggles say when they swear an oath?"

"Is that what Lee told you about his muggle neighbour?" Fred asked.

"Yessss... It's not true, is it?"

Fred shrugged, laughing at his twin.

"So what are you going to do about Hermione? Are you going to tell her soon?"

"I'm not sure. I was going to do something during the Wizard Fest next week, but with her escorting that bloke around, I don't think it's a good idea...I also thought about—" Fred was saying before George's wand's alarm went off.

"Sorry Fred. That's my cue to go. The ministry isn't going to be happy if I miss my appointment. We'll figure out a plan later."

"Plan?" Fred asked.

"Oh and I was lying. I don't have lunch with Mione today." George winked as he apparated.

"Ginny!"

"Georgeeeee"

"Where's mum?" asked George walking into the kitchen at the Burrow.

"Went to Diagon Alley to pick up something she wants to show Luna. I think it has to do with the wedding." Ginny replied.

"What? They just got engaged yesterday!"

"You know Mum. She loves weddings, especially if it's a Weasley wedding." Ginny laughed.

"Well, as long as she's not here."

"What are you up to? You sent your patronus to announce your arrival, so it has to be good." Ginny smiled.

"Right you are. Fred finally confirmed he fancies Hermione. But there's this coworker, Finley Connors, who's going to be hanging around Hermione during the Wizard Fest. So find out what you can about him from Mione. Find out if he's Fred's competition."

"Ohhh. This IS good. Why hadn't you told me this before?!"

"Oi. He just told me this morning. Well, I kind of made him tell me." Laughed George at the memory.

"So what's the plan for the Wizard Fest? How are we getting Fred and Hermione alone?" Ginny asked with a huge mischievous grin.

"You are definitely a devious Weasley" George laughed.

"Hey, I just thought of something."

"What?"

"Will there be Skiving snackboxes at the fest?"

"No. We're focusing the Fest around muggle rides and a few other aspects from the Wizarding World. Why?- Ohh! You mean..."

"Yes. Puking Pastilles without the purple one…" Ginny grinned.