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In The Closet
-He really shouldn't be doing this, he was a grown man, and grown men just did not hide in closets.
Whoever thought up that rule had obviously never met his extended family; sloppy kisses, uncomfortable groping hugs, and very probing questions had him and everyone of his siblings running for the hills. This morning had been hell, there was nothing like a wedding to bring the family together. No sooner had he greeted them, and done the necessary good son routine, he had retreated to his hiding place, the closet off the hallway.
He was quite content to sit on an overturned pail and wait till dinner, the sounds from outside the door where enough to entertain him. Fred sat upright when he heard the footsteps dashing down the hall, and the door being opened and shut in quick succession.
Hermione was leaning against it, with a look of complete horror on her face.
"Who is it?" He asked.
She jumped slightly, "Aunt Bessie."
"Ah," he smiled, "lovely Aunt Bessie."
"You've been in here all afternoon?" She asked in amusement.
"Yep," he laughed. "We Weasleys are a smart bunch, self-preservation the first lesson. Pull up a pail love," he said, patting the one next to him.
They passed the time together easily, listening to the arguments that resonated through the thin walls.
"I'll just grab my coat and join you," a voice said just outside the door.
Hermione looked at him, panicking, "he's coming in!" she whispered.
"Come on," he said grabbing her hand pulling her deeper into the cupboard, out of direct sight.
His Uncle Ted opened the door, the light spilling in, as if by pure luck, stopping just inches from them. He grabbed his coat, and shut the door, enveloping them in darkness again.
"That was close," Hermione sighed, and he could feel the breath she exhaled on his cheek. Not realising how close she was.
"Very," he muttered.
She turned her head slightly as he spoke, her lips brushing his cheek as she moved, stopping so very close to his lips. "Too close," she whispered.
"Much too close," he said.
"Could have been embarrassing."
"Maybe, maybe not."
"Do you want to be found in here? With me?"
"Not at the moment," he said truthfully.
"Fred," she said simply, moving a little, so she was more in front of him. He looked down, seeing her eyes in the dim light.
"This wasn't what you imagined was it? Coming into this closet today?" He asked, moving forward slightly, feeling her move backwards, against the wall.
"Not exactly," she laughed as he leaned down, and kissed her softly. He pulled her close, wrapping her arm around her waist, as she pulled him close in turn. "Such a pleasant surprise though," she said against his lips, before kissing him again.