A/N: I know, I know. It has been forever since I updated! I hope that you all still stick with the story. I am finally going to be updating more (I hope). I am going to be working on this and another chapter story so updates won't be totally fast, but hopefully still regularly enough to make all of you happy. I'm a little rusty and working some of the writing kinks out so all of your feedback is really appreciated. So read, review, and enjoy :)

"Okay stop right there!"

"What is it Ron," Hermione asked.

" Do not go any further with this story; I can't bear to think of you two together, let alone you guys giving me a play by play."

"Ron, don't be stupid," Fred said, hitting his brother upside the head, "I don't kiss and tell."

"Yes you do."

"Okay, maybe I do, but not this time."

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They walked down the steps, their hearts beating loudly in their chests. Hermione was sure that Filch would come walking over because she knew her heart was reverberating along the stone walls. They tiptoed down the corridor, hand in hand. Neither of them could stop their minds from thinking too many thoughts at the same time.

This was a big step for them, never once had they spent the night together, never had they said 'I love you.' Neither dared speak for fear of being heard in the silence of the night. They walked quickly to the common room, opening the portrait hole despite a very tired, very grumpy Fat Lady.

"Are you ready," Fred asked as he began to lead Hermione up the boys' dormitory staircase.

"I was born ready."

"That was really cheesy, if you want to be with me, Hermione, you are going to have to come up with some better material," Fred laughed as they began to ascend the stairs. Hermione laughed nervously. They opened the door to Fred's room quietly so as to not wake up the rest of his roommates. Fred guided Hermione over to his four-poster and she climbed in, and was immediately enveloped by the mass of blankets on the bed.

"You look comfy," Fred laughed.

"Shh," Hermione scolded as she began to perform silencing charms around the bed, "Just to be safe."

Fred didn't complain; he sure didn't want anyone else in the dorm hearing anything that may or may not go on during the night. He was having a hard time paying attention, mesmerized by Hermione crawling around casting charms and organizing the bed.

"Are you going to join me or just stand in the middle of the room," Hermione asked, snapping Fred out of his trance.

"Of course I'm going to join you. I couldn't leave you in that big bed all by yourself," he said climbing in next to her.

"Careful," Hermione warned as Fred started to pull the covers over him.

"I'm just putting be blanket on, I don't think I can get hurt doing that, Mione."

"No, you're going to mess up my moosh position," she said matter-of-factly. Fred looked at her as if she had eighteen heads.

"Your moosh position?"

"Yeah, my moosh position," she explained, "It's when you have all the pillows and the blankets in the perfect position so you are really comfortable. You are moosh."

"You are crazy."

Hermione smiled, "It's why you love me."

"That's true."

They snuggled down under the heavy down comforter, cuddling against each other. Both didn't say anything as Fred wrapped his arms around Hermione who had cuddled deep into his chest, her head resting right above his heart.

"Are you comfy," Fred asked.

"Oh yeah, I get to fall asleep to the beating of your heart. It's perfect."

Fred couldn't help but smile, "I love you, Hermione."

"I love you too, Fred."

And they both drifted off to sleep with smiles on their face, more content then they had ever been.

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The morning light woke them as it peeked through the crack in the curtain. Fred woke first, moving about under the covers as consciousness fought to the surface. He opened his eyes and sat up, looking around. And it was then that he saw the beautiful girl asleep next to him, apparently it wasn't a dream after all.

Fred didn't dare wake Hermione just yet. He sat in bed, rubbing circles on her back and watched her sleep. He was so lucky, he thought, as he watched her back rise and fall gently with her steady breathing. He saw a small girl whose hair was splayed out around her body like a crown, glittering in the new sunlight. He smiled as a small smile spread across her lips, her dreams must have been happy. Fred loved this girl with all of his heart, and no matter what happened he was going to make sure it stuck.

He started to hear the other boys in the dorm begin to stir as the morning light hit them as well. Fred thought quickly; he didn't want Hermione to get caught up here, especially not in his bed. If that happened they could kiss their secret relationship good-bye and welcome in the numerous questions and stares that would abound as word of their relationship got around. He started to shake Hermione awake, whispering in her ear, "Mione, sweetie, it's time to wake up. We don't want to get caught and have to stop our midnight tiptoe."

Hermione smiled awake as she opened her eyes and found Fred's sapphire orbs staring back at her. "Good morning, baby."

"I wish we could have a glorious morning together, lounging in bed, but if we don't hurry we may get caught with you up here, and that would most definitely not be good," Fred said as he peeked out of the curtains to make sure the coast was clear, "Okay, it's clear. Now we are going to tiptoe across the room to the door, and I'm going to go down the staircase first. Now, I want you to wait just before the bend and I'll make sure no one is in the common room and you can quickly sneak up to the girls' dormitory and no one will be the wiser."

"Sounds like a plan," Hermione said groggily, swinging her feet over the side of the bed, shivering when her bare feet hit the cold floor, "Let's go I'm freezing."

The pair walked together to the door of the room and Fred quietly opened the door, making sure the hinges didn't squeak, despite their desperate need for oil. As Hermione closed the door behind them, the click of the door was barely audible, Fred began his descent downstairs. Hermione followed suit, her heart beating fast. It would be almost as bad being caught sneaking out of the boys' dormitory by a fellow Gryffindor as it would be being caught by Filch on a midnight excursion.

"Okay, it's clear. Hurry up," Fred whispered up in a hurried tone.

"Love you," Hermione whispered as she kissed Fred on the lips and ran noiselessly over to the girls' dormitory and up the stairs.

"Whew," Hermione let out her breath as she closed the door behind her, safely in her own bedroom.

"I was wondering when you would get in, Hermione."

Hermione jumped a mile high and turned sharply on her heels, "Ginny!"

"You thought you could sneak around with my brother behind my back without me knowing."

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Ginny, and if you don't mind I am really tired and wish to get in bed," Hermione said as she walked past Ginny and over to her four-poster.

"Oh no, you are not going to get away that easily. I've been watching you guys these past few weeks. I know something is up between you and Fred and it hurts to think you won't tell me, your best girl friend."

"Shh, Ginny, keep it down. Fine I'll tell you but we are going to go to the common room, away from listening ears."

The girls walked back down the stairs and sat down in the chairs by the fire. Ginny's eyes were on Hermione's back like a hawk, just in case she decided to make a run for it. Hermione's shoulders were slumped. She couldn't believe she had allowed Ginny to figure it out. Fred would never forgive her, well he probably would but she would still get the mickey taken out of her relentlessly.

"Spill it, now," Ginny demanded.

"Fred and I started seeing each other in the middle of the summer. It continued on for a few months before we broke it off because I was stupid and said the wrong things. That was when he started dating that Jess girl from Beauxbatons and I started 'dating'," she used air quotes around dating, "Viktor Krum. I started dating him to make Fred jealous; Viktor was in on it. And then after everything that happened at the Yule Ball we made up, and we've been together ever since."

"Interesting. So why are you keeping it a secret," Ginny asked.

"It's just easier. We don't want the questions. Dating Fred, it comes with a lot of questions, a lot of looks."

"That's true. I may be the only girl in all of Gryffindor who doesn't want to snog the twins senseless."

Hermione laughed, glad to finally have someone to talk to about everything, and she couldn't ask for a better person than Ginny. She knew all there was to know about boys, clothes, make-up and looking your best. She was a walking encyclopedia of all the knowledge Hermione craved to know so that she could be the most perfect girlfriend.

"Oh my god I am so glad you know, Ginny. I have wanted so bad to have someone to talk to about this, someone to help me get ready when I'm going to go meet Fred. You know how terrible I am with the whole clothes, make-up, and hair thing."

Ginny laughed, "Hermione, it seems like you've been doing fine on your own. You have the most coveted Gryffindor and you've kept him for months. However, I am always here if you need to talk or if you need a fashion consultant."

"Thanks, Gin, and please, for now, could you keep this between us? Only George knows."

"Hermione I will carry the secret to my grave if I have to, though I hope I don't."

Hermione laughed and gave Ginny a big hug, "So how far can I take this whole girl talk thing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Fred is a great snogger."

"Stop it right there! That's my brother you are talking about." And with that Ginny ran up the girls' dormitories with her hands on her ears and Hermione laughing behind her.