Acknowledgements: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR PLACES – THEY RIGHTLY BELONG TO JK. ROWLING – THE ONLY THING I OWN IN THIS FANFICTION IS THE PLOT/STORYLINE.
Love, Lies and the Biggest Betrayal
-A Fremione Fanfiction-
*Set in Hermione's fifth year (so Fred and George are in their sixth)*
Hermione rubbed her eyes and looked at page 279 of "Muggle Studies – How They Live Without Us, By Hermelda Grapple-Stew" which was propped open on the table top. She then glanced at the foot-long piece of parchment on her lap, which was only three-quarters full with her neat scrawl. She was writing an essay on what a Muggle's fastest and slowest modes of transport were, and at five to one in the morning, she'd had enough.
The common room was deserted except for Fred Weasley who was fiddling with something bright purple and furry, but she couldn't quite tell what it was exactly.
Half an hour later, Hermione woke with a start. She'd fallen asleep in mid-sentence and was now being gently shaken awake by Fred. With a great yawn, she sat up and looked into his bright, excited blue eyes, boring down on her.
"Can I help you?" She half snapped, stretching her arms.
"Yes!" Fred replied with too much enthusiasm for her liking, "I need you to test something out for us – it's for a shop we wanna open in a few years. It's one of the joke products. Just do us a favour and stand over there," he said, lazily waving a hand at the other side of the room.
With a groan, Hermione pulled herself out of the squishy chair and positioned herself where he'd vaguely pointed. She turned around to face him, a hand on her hip,
"Now wha—" She began to mumble, but before she could finish, the purple furry thing Fred had been tweaking at earlier spun through the air towards her. She had just enough time to see Fred's outstretched arm, he'd obviously thrown it, before two sharp needle-like fangs sank into her nose. The thing was making grunting sounds of disapproval as she tried to prise it off of her,
"Owch! Gerroff me!" She shrieked – the sound was muffled as her mouth was smothered in the creature's fur. Fred, however, was roaring with laughter. He pulled out his wand, to Hermione's annoyance rather slowly, still snorting with laughter and managed to splutter "P-patrificus totalus!" Through his howls.
The creature's fangs immediately slackened and dropped to the floor with a flop.
"What was that!?" Hermione demanded, scowling at him as much as she could. Fred strode over to her,
"Fanged Frisbees", he grinned, picking the furry disk up off the floor, "Worked amazingly!"
Hermione scoffed, "Oh, yeah!" She said sarcastically in a shrill voice, "If you want somebody's nose to be ripped off their face!"
"It wasn't that bad, 'Mione. Chill out, here, have a – err – calming draught." He said, brandishing an orange and green sweet from his robes pocket,
"Ha!" It was Hermione's turn to snort now, "Like I'm gonna fall for that after what just happened!" And she plonked herself down in her chair, still chuckling.
However, she abruptly stopped, when she realised Fred was already sitting there.
"Oh my god!" She shrieked when she realised she was sitting on her boyfriend's brother's lap, but Fred held onto her hands and her face reddened quicker than a changing traffic light.
"Please stay," he whispered, and he wasn't joking, Hermione could see the genuine plead in his eyes and the seriousness in his voice,
"Fred!" She argued, though she was weakening, her heart melted at the look on his face and her heart hammered in her chest when he tightened his grip on his hands. He'd sensed the split-seconds hesitation, the softer tone of her voice, and he took advantage,
"Please…"
"Fred…I'm seeing Ron! I ca—!" But she had no time to finish, Fred's mouth had found its way to hers and she suddenly found her lips moving with his.
She wasn't even thinking about stopping, but when she tried to caress his lower lip with her tongue, he reluctantly pulled away,
"'Mione…" He mumbled into her shoulder,
"Mm?"
"A-are you sure?"
"No."
"Good. Neither am I…"
And they began kissing again, softly, wrapping their arms around each other, embracing with want. With need. Hermione's heart gave a flutter as Fred held her soft cheek in his hand and began stroking it with his thumb…
Suddenly, and to much objection from Fred, Hermione pulled away.
"What!?" He mumbled crossly, trying to latch himself back onto her, but Hermione stopped him,
"Shh!" She whispered furiously, putting her head on one side, deep in concentration. Her brow furrowed. A sudden creek confirmed her suspicion and she almost jumped a foot in the air, "Someone's coming!" She hissed. Fred looked into her brown eyes, feeling his own widening in fear, but they'd stayed there too long: A tired voice sounded from the stairs,
"Freddie…you done yet? You've been ages! Thought I'd come down and give you a han—Oh!" George Weasley's face turned from drowsy to shock quicker than Hermione had blushed,
"S-sorry, I'll just - err – wait a minute!" He suddenly exclaimed, "Hermione? Is that you!?" Then a shocked gasp issued from his mouth, "B-but you're seeing Ron! What in the name off Merlin's balls are you doing!? This is insane!"
"G-George!" Stammered Hermione, but then,
"It's my fault…" Came Fred's guilty voice, "I flirted…"
"No, Fred, you didn't! It's my fault…Oh George you won't tell Ron, will you?"
"I-I…" Stammered George, his mouth hanging open in a perfect comical 'O'. But Fred and Hermione found nothing comical about the situation…
"Please Georgie!?" Begged Fred, using the same expression on his brother as he had done on Hermione.
"I…well….oh…alright then! But this can't happen again! This has got to stop, understand?"
Fred and Hermione nodded vigorously, and George sighed, "Alright, well I'm going back to bed. Fred," he added sternly, "I'll see you up there in five minutes, no more hanky-panky, okay?"
"Definitely," confirmed Fred
"Absolutely," agreed Hermione, but once George had slunk back upstairs, Fred and Hermione gave each other a look that could only mean they would definitely be seeing each other privately again soon…