She peeked around the door into the Quidditch changing rooms. She couldn't see anyone. Where were they? She walked quickly into the room, it would not do for a prefect to be seen going into the boys change rooms, even if her two best friends were on the team.
"Harry? Ron?" She called, as she walked in, they told her they'd meet her here.
They weren't here, "Bugger," Hermione whispered to herself, she turned to go back out, when she was greeted with a sight she wasn't expecting. A bare Weasley chest, nicely defined. Covered sparsely with fine red hair. One of the twins, Hermione looked up, he was looking down at her.
"Hermione," he asked, "What are you doing in here?"
"I was…uh…I was looking for…Ron and Harry," she said quietly, "Are they here?" She asked, trying to focus on his face, but the tiny towel around his waist wasn't hiding a lot. It was very distracting.
"They left to go talk to Hooch about something," he answered, "They should be back soon."
"Oh…I'll go find them on their way back," Hermione said quickly, "Thanks Fred," she went to walk past him, when he grabbed her arm.
"Probably best to wait here," Fred explained, "It's going to start running Kneazles out there in a minute, let me get dressed, I'll keep you company while you wait."
"Okay," Hermione muttered, turning slightly to watch him walk back to the showers.
She fidgeted around nervous for some reason. And it wasn't like she had never seen Fred before. Granted, she had never seen him half naked before. That was definitely new. It would give the twins something new to tease her about. She halted in her pacing when he walked back in, he had gotten dressed. Somewhat. Hermione didn't think that just a pair of faded jeans counted as getting dressed, but least it wasn't the little towel anymore.
He went and sat down on one of the benches, and with a wide grin at her, he patted the spot next to him. "Come on, sit down," he encouraged, "Might as well make yourself comfortable while you are waiting for those two."
Hermione nodded, giving him a small smile, she sat down next to him.
"So Hermione," Fred said, "How're you going?"
"Fine," she answered.
"Good to hear," he laughed, "How you going with the House Elf thing?"
"What?" Hermione asked, "You know about that?"
"Of course I do," he smiled, "Ron complained a fair bit about it over the summer, why don't you tell me what it's all about it?"
"Okay," Hermione smiled at him, "Well, what I'm trying to do…"
Harry and Ron were quickly walking towards the Quidditch rooms, trying not to get caught in the rain that was threatening. When someone stepped into their path.
"George," Ron said, "What are you doing? Move!"
"What are you two doing anyway?" George said, "Outside now, can't you see it's about to piss down."
"We told Hermione we'd meet her down in the rooms," Harry explained, "She's probably wondering where we are."
"Hermione?" George said, "I saw her go back up to the castle ages ago, something about going to the library."
"Really?" They both asked.
"Yeah," George answered, "Let's go, before we get drenched."
Both boys nodded, turning they ran back up to the castle. George had a quick look behind him towards the Quidditch change rooms, before he followed. Hopefully his brother knew what he was getting himself in for.