A/n: These authors notes are starting to turn into a journal. Oh well, they only get the big things, which is more then I can say for my actual journal. However, for once, something so personal has happened, I really can't type it without getting extremely distraught.
Disclaimer: Me no own the Harry Potter. Me want to own the pretty boy playing the Harry Potter.
When she was younger, sitting out on the grass in the early morning made everything seem to much better. The grass would be springy and damp, yet not enough to soak through her clothing. Just staring out on the rising sun and crystal blue skies would drive every upsetting thought away. However, it had been a while since Hermione had no pressing obligations, and all those morning ponderings got put on hold for days, months and now it seemed years.
But this particular morning was a peculiar one. It was a Saturday, and she was up early as expected. Still, nothing came to mind that she needed to do.
Treading lightly in her dormitory, as to not wake her roommates who were currently so hard at work on their 'beauty sleep', Hermione dressed quickly in muggle jeans and high tops, throwing on a sweatshirt and putting her hair into a messy bun. Not that it would have looked any different had she attempted a well kept twist.
She closed the door quietly and slipped down to the empty common room. Taking notice of the bulletin board, Hermione realized that the next day would allow visitation to Hogsmeade. She'd been meaning to pick up some new quills.
Smiling at the sleeping outline of Crookshanks, who was currently placed one of the many vacant chairs. Hermione shook her head as she walked out and closed the portrait hole. The Fat Lady, as well as the rest of Gryffindor tower, appeared to be in a deep slumber.
It would seem to anyone looking out their window, that the girl strolling down to the rocks at the lake's shore was careless and content. But if that same person where to look inside her head, the thoughts swirling around were five kinds of crazy.
Fred kissed me. She thought, grinning through the haze of her own contemplations.
Reaching the rocks, she chose a particularly comfortable one and sat down crossed legged, tilting her head to the side and staring at the rippling surface of the lake. It had been too long since she'd done this.
Back in the Gryffindor tower, Fred Weasley awoke with a start. Normally not such a morning person, today was excitingly different. He felt like some man in one of those muggle romance films…completely head over heels... And he'd only kissed her the previous day!
But you've liked her for months. And you heard her in the library, she has too!
It was unbelievable. To good to be true. But Fred Weasley was unstoppable, and if something like this was going to happen to him, it wasn't going to be taken away anytime soon.
As if some force greater then him had provoked him, Fred took a look out his bedside window. There, heading towards the lake, was Hermione. Looking at ease, but obviously thinking about something. Or someone.
Fred wasn't about to miss an opportunity to talk to her. So jumping out of bed and throwing on the clothes folded neatly at his bedside, Fred tossed back the hangings, and let out a very loud "Good morning everyone!" before being attacked with flying pillows from his roommates.
"Why so cheery?" demanded George groggily from his right.
"Nothing. Detention, McGonagall…Kissing Hermione, normal stuff. I'll see you mates later." Responded Fred cheekily before darting out of the room amidst Lee and George's gaping mouths and shouted "WHAT!"
Running at a pleasant pace, Fred made it through the entrance hall before stopping at the doors to compos himself. He couldn't let her think he'd just come running, she might think he was a little too desperate.
After about five minutes, Fred opened the doors and walked on to the glistening Hogwarts grounds.
Hermione was in such a deep trance she never heard Fred's muffled footsteps on the grass behind her. She was jolted from her daze as a pair of hands placed themselves over her eyes.
"Guess who." Whispered a deep voice in her ear.
She couldn't help it, grinning she replied with a cheeky "George?...I've been waiting for you."
Fred frowned, that was definitely not the response he was expecting. She had to be joking.
"You're messing with me, right?" asked Fred, removing his hands slowly.
"Of course." Hermione answered.
Fred smiled and took a seat on the rock as Hermione moved over to make room for his muscular frame.
"So…" started Hermione.
"Last night was, um…" tried Fred
"Good?" she said, cautiously.
Both of them let out a huge sigh of relief. Glancing at each other they began to laugh.
"That was definitely the answer I was hoping for." Beamed a pleased Hermione.
"George and Lee will be happy to hear that." Nodded Fred.
"What?" asked Hermione, confused.
"They've been sort of my confidantes…not by their choice, I assure you. If you hadn't found out from me, it would have been them." Said Fred, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.
Hermione laughed at that statement."On my part, you would have heard it from Ginny or Harry." she said good naturedly.
Fred smiled down on her. "Actually – I'd already sort of heard it from one of them…sort of...I guess that's why I had enough nerve to do what I did."
Mimicking eachothers expressions again, they grinned, reflecting on what it was that he had done, exactly.
"That certainly explains the grin you had all of supper. I thought you'd slept with a hanger in your mouth or something."
Together they chuckled appreciatively, and Fred, noticing how cute Hermione looked when she laughed, slowly put an arm over her shoulder. Looking into her eyes for permission, he slowly leaned down and enveloped her in a soft kiss.
Pulling apart, Fred studied her for a moment. "Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow?"
"I'd love to." She answered breathlessly.
A/n: That was fluff. Entirely fluff. Fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff. I feel like wrapping myself in a down comforter and eating cotton candy. Fluff makes the fanfiction world go round.
R.I.P. Cousin Lisa and Jayden