Title: The truth behind a book cover
Summary: Hermione Granger has a reputation for being highly logical, and absolutely not into any of that “lovey-dovey nonsense.” But when Fred Weasley discovers her reading a smutty romance novel, she’ll do anything to keep her secret from getting out – even if it means going on a date with him.
Hermione Granger is no stranger to staying up late in the Gryffindor common room, but on this particular evening, she finds herself reading a very different sort of book. She hadn’t intended to, of course… all she’d been doing was tidying up Lavender Brown’s mess when a certain title had caught her eye. “Rendezvous in the Library” was emblazoned above a scantily clad couple in front of a bookcase. So Hermione did what any clever, self-respecting girl would do: she transfigured that ridiculous cover into something suitably studious.
The clock has just chimed midnight when the portrait door swings open to admit none other than Fred Weasley. Hermione is so immersed in a naughty scene that she doesn’t even notice him until his deep voice says, “Were you waiting up for me, Granger?”
Hermione jumps about a foot. “Dear Godric, you scared me!” She places a hand over her racing heart. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?”
He chuckles at her reaction. “Nothing yet. I just got in.”
She frowns up at him. “Were you breaking curfew?”
“Uhh, yeah. I always do.”
“Excuse me, have you forgotten that I am a Prefect?” she asks in her bossiest tone.
“How could I? You flash that badge nearly as much as Percy did.” He plops down beside her on the couch and leans his head back. He must sense Hermione’s eyes on him because he turns to look at her. “You gonna punish me now?” Fred asks, giving her a suggestive smirk.
Hermione’s cheeks blaze with color as she becomes aware of his erotic posture – his legs are wide open, for Merlin’s sake! She isn’t sure if the smut is to blame, but she actually considers climbing onto his lap and snogging him senseless.
“You’ve gone really red all of a sudden,” he points out.
“Just overheated by the fire,” she insists, using the book to fan her face.
“What’s that you’re reading? Not some dry textbook, I hope.”
“Umm, yes. I’m just doing a bit of revising for Arithmancy tomorrow,” she lies. “But I’ve finished now, so I’m going up to bed.”
“Don’t be so hasty, Granger,” he says, touching her hand. “Keep me company for a few minutes at least.”
The spark of electricity that shoots through Hermione’s body causes her to drop the shameful book onto the floor.
Fred bends to retrieve it, and to her utter mortification, he flips right to the dog-eared page. His hazel eyes widen in shock. “Bloody hell, Granger – if I knew Arithmancy was this steamy, I would have signed up ages ago,” he jokes, flashing her a wolfish grin.
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