George wakes up one day and the annoyance he feels towards his twin brother and Hermione becomes unbearable. He thinks it's just impossible that they don't understand. Or that they don't understand each other. An insupportable dilemma: is it so hard to realize that they are attracted like Luna to radishes? Or like Ron to food? And so the next day he wakes up and decides he's so done: he locks Hermione and Fred in the Room of Requirement, whistles down the hallway, and no longer cares if now the only one who feels unbearable things is the prefect-perfect, locked up with his worst enemy.

1 Enemies to Lover

Hermione throws herself at the door to the Room of Requirement again in an attempt to break through. If she ever gets out, her first victim will be George.

"Itdoesn't move with an alohomora, what do you expect to do with a little chase?" Fred is leaning against the wall, smiling at her with his arms crossed. The prefect wrinkles her nose, angry. It's his fault she's trapped now, too.

"At least I'm looking for a solution, what are you doing?"

The twin laughs, hands falling down his sides, "I'm watching you, I like watching you."

Hermione's faces is now taking in the color of the Gryffindor banners. "You're unbearable."

"Is that why uou like me so much?"

2 Wabi-sabi: the discovery of beauty in imperfection

Hermione glares at him, "I don't like you." She doesn't know when she started lying so blatantly.

Fred's hands, often smeared with gunpowder, are large and the right one is furrowed with a long greenish line. His red hair, that never has form on his head, is soft to the touch. The lips, bent into sneers, find harmony on the face strewn with freckles.

"Hermione" - Hermione with the upturned nose, Hermione with the overly curly hair, Hermione with the unrestrained gab. Has she always been this pretty?

The witch stops pushing the door with her shoulder and looks at him, "What?"

"I like you."

3 Lovers

"Do you fancy me?"

Fred hides his hands in his pants pockets and searches for her gaze. "Does it bother you?" he asks her in a lower tone of voice.

Under the twin's eyes, Hermione is feeling so small. Maybe it's the boy's words that have crushed her into the shape of her heart: in that size, emotions take away her air. "Do you like me like you like Lee?"

"Lee's a nice guy," he teases, lifting his lips to the left, "but he's not you."

The last sentence hurts more than the ones before it. "So like a lover?"

Fred bursts out laughing: he just can't help himself when she uses searching expressions.

4 Cuddling

Hermione brings her hands to her hips. "Does this feel like the time?" she asks him, but her lips stretch into a smile as well. She likes him.

Fred shows her his right palm in apology, "You caught me off guard." He pulls away from the wall and walks up to her. Meanwhile, Hermione has stopped looking for a way to escape the Room of Requirement. She likes him.

The twin's fingers begin to caress her wrist, collide against the gray sweater and reach the base of her neck. She flares up under that contact and is now on fire when his hand takes her face, "Am I really unbearable?"

5 Age Gap

"Yes," she doesn't even think about it for three seconds and smugly watches Fred's expression turn sullen, "but I like you anyway," she adds.

"Even though I'm loud in the Common Room?" Hermione nods.

"Even though I'm too pretty to look at?" Hermione nods, rolling her eyes.

Fred smiles mischievously, "Even though I'm much less mature than you?"

The witch leans into his palm and feels it hot on her face. It's so hot in there. "And to think you're the older of the two."

"By a little," he hastens to tell her, "barely a year, five months, and eighteen days."

That's not fair. "That's extraordinarily specific."

"I knew you'd like it."

6 Yugen: an awareness so profound that it causes an emotion impossible to express in words

Hermione smiles at him. That's not fair. He even wants to tell her, that doing it that way is disloyal, but he doesn't open his mouth. He his lips

The prefect, for her part, is trying in vain to curb the movement of her heart: it2s beating so much, that it could crack her chest. "You're suddenly tense," he tells her, amused.

Hermione's hand reaches Fred's on her face and that contact seems to calm her. It's not bad tension , it's one of those tensions you get when something good happens next.

It's already good, they've finally found each other. She even wants to tell him, but she doesn't open her mouth.

7 Breath

He's about ten inches taller: he hasn't counted them yet, but it's enough to make Hermione's face tilt upward. He rests his forehead against the prefect's and feels his skin heat up under her breath.

"Fred..." the whisper breaks over his cheek, "let's make this last." She blushed even at the tip of her nose.

"The kiss?"

The twin's breath catches on Hermione's lips and tastes like pumpkin juice. "Even the kiss." She doesn't hear him laugh: Fred's mouth, arched in a wicked smile, has joined hers. Her heart bursts, it's unbearable.

Make it last forever.

8 Stairs

He goes up three steps and down four. Then he does the opposite; he just can't sit still. Only Fred's arrival calms the movement on the dormitory stairs.

"So?"

The twin bites his lip to hold back a smile, "If I were you, I'd hide from the prefect for a while."

"Ron's a lamb."

"Not him." Fred walks past him and goes into the room.

George follows him and doesn't even try to hide his disappointment, "You still call her prefect? You two are unbearably stupid."

"What should I call her? Hermy? Mione? I want to enjoy life with her, not be killed by her wand."

"Did I make it?" George slumps to the ground and smiles. "I did it."