Authors Note: So this is my first fanfiction and I'm hoping it can become a full story. Fremione is one of my main OTPs and so I decide to write about what would have happened if Fred had got together with Hermione instead of Ron. I also plan to write fanfictions for other fandoms so keep a look out!

When I think of all the people in the world that I could've fallen in love with, it never once crossed my mind that it would be the red headed prankster twin that I had known since I was 11. Fred Weasley, my best friend's big brother, was the love of my life. But he didn't feel the same way about me. Or at least, I didn't think he did.

When I think of all the people in the world that I could've fallen in love with, I always knew it would be the brainy, bookworm witch that I had known since I was 13. Hermione Granger, my little brother's best friend, was the love of my life. But she didn't feel the same way about me. Or at least, I didn't think she did.

September 1st 1994

Hermione's POV

My alarm clock rang at 6:45 to tell me it was time to get up. After watching the quidditch World Cup and experiencing a near-death experience (which, it has to be said, wasn't the first time I had come close to dying) I decided I wanted to go home to be with mum and dad for a few days and then meet up with Harry and Ron at Kings Cross Station. But the train doesn't leave until 11 and I told Harry I would meet him and Ron at 10:30 on the platform so surely I didn't need to get up early. I could just have a few more minutes sleep...

"Hermione?" I heard my mum calling me from far off. My door opened and in she came. "Oh Hermione, why aren't you up yet? It's 7:50 darling, you're going to be late!" 7:50? Oh no, I had slept in for far too long!

"Oh sorry, I fell asleep again!"

"That's okay sweetie, just get dressed quickly so you can come and have breakfast and then we can go." She kissed me on the cheek, turned around and headed out of my room. I heard her walking down the stairs and put the kettle on.

I got up and went through to the bathroom. My face was covered in spots and my hair was super frizzy. I got my brush and started to brush my hair, hoping to defrizz the haystack that lay above my face. When I decided my face and hair was at least mildly acceptable, I went back through to my room and pulled out my jeans, a camisole and my Gryffindor jumper. Seeing that the time was now 8:25, I rushed down the stairs, taking them two at a time, and raced into the kitchen.

"There's no need to rush 'Mione, we have plenty of time." I nodded and sat down at the table. Mum passed me a plate of toast and poured me a cup if tea as I buttered my toast.

Once I've finished I get up and put my plate in the dishwasher. I laugh at the thought of a witch putting a plate in the dishwasher when, in just over 2 years, I will be able to use magic to wash dishes. And then the thought of Ron trying to work a dishwasher popped into my head and I started laughing uncontrollably while mum looked at me like I was crazy.

We eventually made our way to the car and drove to Kings across station listening to the radio.

When we arrive at the station I put my trunk and Crookshanks on the trolley and say good bye to mum. I was going to see her and dad at Christmas so it wasn't too long away. As I made my way onto platforms 9 and 10, I saw a flash of red hair and raced towards it.

"Ron! Harry!" They turned around as soon as they heard their names; as did many other people, wondering why on earth I was yelling.

"Hermione! How was the rest of your holiday?" Harry asked.

"It was good. Mum and Dad took me to Devon for the weekend and we went to the beach. How was yours?"

"It was good. No one has as of yet tried to murder me since the World Cup but the ministry are still really worked up by the whole Death Eater fiasco and Winky finding the wand." Mrs Weasley saw us and came over to us to hurry us along, spying that the time was 10:45.

"Hermione dear, how are you? Did you have a good end of the holiday?"

"Yes thank you Mrs Weasley, it was lovely."

"That's good. Now hurry along dears. Fred, George and Ginny are already on the train!" And so we swiftly walked along the platform until we reached the wall which you must run through to reach the Hogwarts Express.

Ron, Harry and I all clamoured onto the train and went to find a cabin. Fred popped out of one.

"Hey 'Mione. Good Holiday?" He beamed at me and gestured for the three of us to make our way into their cabin which was only filled with Fred, George, Ginny and Angelina.

"Yeah it was good. How was yours?"

"I've had better" Fred said, smiling widely. He down in the compartment again, in between the window and Angelina. I placed myself opposite him and Ginny sat down next to me. Harry sat in between Ginny and Ron. I turned to talk to Ginny so we could catch up on what we had missed since the Quidditch World Cup and my eye caught Fred's. He was looking right at me and I could've sworn I saw him wink and grin at me before he turned to continue his conversation with Angelina which had been interrupted by Ron's, Harry's and my arrival. I blushed and continued to talk to Ginny.

So that's the first chapter of my first fanfiction and I really hope you liked it. I'm going to be writing a lot more from both Hermione and Fred's POV so please keep reading and also review it, it helps a lot! Thank you