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Hermione tip-toed into the dormitory as quietly as she possibly could. She sighed happily into her pillow, still smiling widely.
"Psst!" Ginny sat up excitedly. "Don't think you are getting off that easily, Hermione Granger!" she whispered, wrapping a blanket around herself and plopping down on Hermione's bed.
Hermione giggled quietly and blushed. "It was you, wasn't it? You were playing cupid!"
"Well, no. I helped."
Hermione suddenly looked very confused. "Who did you help? I was sure it was all you…"
Ginny shifted uncomfortably. "Forget what he says, I think you should know," she muttered.
"It was Ron's idea."
Hermione's mouth dropped open slightly. "He…"
"It's alright, Hermione. He wanted you to be happy, that's all. You have nothing to feel guilty about." Seeing Hermione opening her mouth to protest, Ginny placed her hand on Hermione's arm. "Really. He knew what he was doing when we planned this out."
Hermione searched her friend's eyes, and finally nodded.
"So?" Ginny asked eagerly. "Tell me!"
Hermione's smile returned as she willingly complied.
Hermione walked down to the Common Room. Just as she got to the end of the stairs, Fred jumped up from a sofa and kissed her on the cheek.
"Go for a walk with me?" he whispered softly in her ear.
Hermione blushed lightly. I could get used to this.
They stepped through the portrait hole and walked in silence for a while, stealing glances at each other when neither though the other was looking.
"Oh, to hell with it, Hermione," Fred threw his arms up exasperatedly before claiming her lips in a crushing, passionate kiss that took her breath away.
When he pulled away, Hermione's eyes stayed closed a moment longer.
"There," Fred said happily. "You've no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he declared quite proudly.
"Me too," Hermione smiled at Fred's surprised expression.
"Is that so? My my, I'm surprised at you Miss Granger," Fred said smugly.
"Really Fred, if that is so shocking, prepare yourself for many more surprises," Hermione said, slipping her hand into his.
"I think I can deal with a few more," Fred grinned before pulling her out the main door to the grounds.
Ron sat on the bleachers surrounding the Quidditch field, his elbows resting on him knees, and his head in his hands.
"Hey," Lavender Brown said quietly, sitting down beside him.
"Hey," Ron looked up.
"I know we haven't talked much before, but—" she faltered. "Well, I wanted you to know, I think it was really nice of you—what you did for Hermione I mean."
"It was the least I could do, after all of the crap I gave her all these years," Ron looked out into the field.
"No," Lavender said rather hurriedly, placing her hand on Ron's arm. "No—I think you could have done much less. It says a lot about you—that you would do that," she blushed bright red at her own words.
Ron finally turned to face her.
"Thanks," he looked intently at her. "It means a lot."
"So Fred," Hermione said with a twinkle in her eye. "What kept you from slapping Ron silly and saving the damsel in distress?"
"I swear I would have, if it hadn't been Ron. He is my brother though, and it was...a matter of principle," Fred gave a playful wink.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Fred's neck and whispered, "I'm lucky to have such a principled man." Fred leaned down and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, full of hope, full of promise.