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"Stop it." He grinned, poking her stomach. 

Hermione propped herself up in her elbow. "Stop what, Fred?" She perked an eye brow at him. His fiery hair was disheveled, and there were circles under his eyes. Her stomach clenched. "Did you sleep last night?" 

"Stop being so brilliant." Fred pulled her close to him and kissed her nose. She could feel butterflies roaming in her stomach, and her face was getting hot. Sometimes it bothered her how he could make her blush so easily, but she mainly shrugged it off. He looked at her, still beaming. "No, I didn't sleep much. I had a lot of work to finish." 

"Maybe you should sleep then?" She offered. 

"Sleep? When there's a beautiful girl in my bed? Not a chance, love." This time, his lips found hers. 

She leaned into him. He was wonderful. Fred was everything she ever wanted and then some. She couldn't even think about what would happen if she were to lose him. The fun part. The part that's not always Hermione. The part in her that knew how to joke around and play. She would lose the Fred in her. Her eyelids fluttered open as he pulled back slightly. 

"You're doing it again." He whispered against her lips. 

"Doing what again?" She smirked, brushing some hair from his face. 

"You're being too brilliant. I don't know how much more I can take." His hands rested on her back, bringing her closer to him. Fred kissed her again. 

She leaned into him. You don't deserve him, Hermione, he's too good for you. Part of her brain whispered. The witch felt herself blush more. You better not mess this one up. She cupped his face in her hands, as he rolled so she was on him. 

"Hermione," he mumbled, stroking her back. 

"Hm?" She sighed. 

Fred smirked, and she tired to roll off of him, but it was too late, he tossed her onto the bed and jumped up. She looked up at him bewildered. "What on earth are you doing? Can't you take anything serious?" Hermione huffed. 

"No, not usually." He leaned forward and kissed her head before taking off out the door.