Fred and Hermione had been flirting with each other for 2 weeks now. Whenever they got talking Fred always dropped obvious hints that he wanted something more, and although he was sure that she felt the same, Hermione never confessed her feelings.
One late night, Fred and George were sitting in the good armchairs by the fire in the Gryffindor common room creating more products for their joke shop when out of the corner of his eye; Fred saw Hermione shut her book and head up the stairs to the girls dormitories. Fred smiled. "Sorry George, I better call it a night." He said with a wink to his twin. He headed in the opposite direction to Hermione, up the stairs to the boys dormitories. Fred walked to the end of his bed and undid his trunk and produced a pair of orange shoes with a sticky sole. Sticky shoes were a product that George and he had been developing. And every product needed testing. He also pulled a few little pills out of a container at the very bottom of his trunk and put them in his pocket.
He put the shoes on and the moment he tried to climb the staircase to the girls dormitories, as expected, it had turned into a smooth slide. Because of the sticky shoes, he had no trouble walking up the slide. When he reached the door to the sixth year girls, he took the shoes off and left them outside the door. He took a deep breath in a pitiful attempt to calm the butterflies trying to escape from his stomach. "Relax" he told himself. He gently pushed the door open just enough for him to fit through. Once inside he took a few moments to get accustomed to the darkness. When he could make out shapes and faces he looked around and then he saw her. Hermione was lying in the second bed from the left. Fred didn't know if he had the courage to do this, but decided to do it anyway. He approached the bedside and paused for a moment, just taking it in. Hermione was lying in the four-poster bed in what seemed to be a black silk nighty. Fred thought of all the things he could do to her tonight. He felt a familiar bulge growing in his pants. He took another deep breath. He put his hand on Hermione's shoulder and gave it a light shake. Hermione turned over in her sleep. Just relax. Just relax. Just relax. Fred gave a little cough, "Hermione…." He said. She gave a little groan. "Hermione?" he said a bit louder. She opened her eyes slowly, waking up. Fred smiled; she was so peaceful when she was sleeping. Hermione must have spotted him as she supported herself on one elbow so she could see him better. "Fred?"