Onward!
this happened to take place at showchoir practice the other night. my friend hurt her toe so picked her up and carried her out of the building running at like full speed after showchoir. so i'm dedicating this to my friend Laura who happens to be my personal Hermione. this takes place the twins seventh year and Hermione's fifth. read review and enjoy
Disclaimer: the Characters belong to Jk Rowling just the this plot is mine
"Freddie look" George whispered in my ear I turn to see Hermione Granger sitting in a corner of the library on the verge of tears and Harry desperately attempting to calm her down, "Hermione, he's an idiot don't listen to him." The small fifteen year old said putting a hand on her shoulder, the action just made more tears appear in her eyes. Harry's eyes widened and he quickly pulled her into a hug. I watched Harry try one more time as a strange but amazing idea struck me. I turned to George and told him, "Are you sure Mate? She could kill you as well as accept, she has the power now to dock points." George asked our blue eyes staring back at me warily. "George, how can she dock points from something so chivalrous? Aren't we Gryffindors? I think that would earn points. And when was the last time we earned points?" I said with a smile. George nodded seeing my point, "Now come, Brother Mine." I said leading George over to the younger two in the corner. "…I just…He's so…..Oh Harry why must the world hate my kind?" Hermione wailed into the scared boy's shoulder, "I-uh-don't know 'Mione, I just don't know…..um." Harry said biting his lip.
"Harry! Hermione!" I yelled approaching them, earning a "shush" from the librarian. "What ever is the matter?" George asked in a quieter voice. "Malfoy really nailed her today in potions, then Ron yelled at her for being…well, for being Hermione." Harry said rubbing her back in a brotherly fashion. "Well for starters, Malfoy's a prat to everyone. And Ron is a little bipolar right now, I'm sure he didn't mean it." I said trying to look at Hermione's face which was buried under her mass of hair and Harry's shoulder. "mph mnph mph." Hermione said, "What?" "Repeat that 'Mione" George and I said in unison. "I said, 'no he meant it." Her voice carried under Harry's arm. The sound broke my heart, to be honest I hate it when all girls cry, they make me feel sad, but Hermione just sounded so broken that I wanted to hold her and protect her from everyone..including Harry, why from Harry I have no idea, but it felt like she needed it. And it made my little plan all that more important.
"Hermione, would you like a piggy back ride to your next class?" I asked, Harry gave me the oddest look I've ever seen on his face, but I ignored it. George snickered behind me. She lifted her head and looked at me like I had gone insane. Which I'm sure I have but that's not the point, "Seriously?" she croaked, rubbing a few stray tears from her face. I smiled and promptly turned around, "Come now, up you go." Hermione clambered onto my back and held tightly as I stood up. "George grab her bag, Harry I need you booming voice." And I lead them out of the library, Hermione giggled slightly as the strange looks we had gotten from everyone. The bell rang for class to get out and soon the halls were swarming with students. I nodded at Harry who smiled, I guess he likes to yell. "OI, MOVE!" He bellowed and I must say he'll make a great Quidditch captain, that little guy has a huge voice. Anyway first and second years parted hitting the walls hard, "Charms." Hermione whispered in my ear. The older students were frightened as well at the sound of a little fifth year's voice, when Harry speaks people listen, now the sea of students had been cleared and I took off with Harry and George not far behind. I neighed loudly causing some fourth girls alarm, I think one of them was Ginny but I'm not sure. Hermione laughed and pointed forward and yelled, "Onward steed!" I laughed as well simply because Hermione was enjoying herself.
I dropped her off at her charms classroom with a smile, George handed her her bag and went across the hall to flirt or something with the girls on our team. "thanks Fred." Hermione said giving me a brief hug. "I needed that." I smiled "Anytime 'Mione, anytime." I said and then strolled over to George, " I told you she wouldn't dock points." I whispered in his ear. George turned and smiled "But did she give you points?" "I-" "Fred! George! That was very Gryffindor of you, I award you both ten points each for such Chivalry." Professor McGonagall said appearing out of nowhere, "Why thank you Professor!" I said turning to George with a look that said 'Told ya so.' George rolled his eyes, "And was Mr. Potter apart of this little scene as well?" she asked looking at us imploringly, "Yes and so was Hermione." George replied. "Thank you, now off to class with you!" she said and disappeared in the Charms classroom. George looked at me with excitement, "We just earned twenty points for Gryffindor!" he exclaimed then I was tackled to the ground by a slightly smaller something that wasn't George. "Why did you-she's my-you could have-" Ron struggled to form words as he smacked my chest repeatedly. George pulled him off me, "Ron I did that to cheer Hermione up not to steal her from anyone… wait…Do you fancy her?" I asked my eyes twinkling like they always do when I found out a dark secret. "I-What? No-I mean…." He hung his head, "Yeah, I do fancy Hermione." George dropped Ron and laughed, I bent down holding my stomach I was laughing so hard. Ron glared and said "it's not like you don't." George froze, his eyes wide with confusion, I froze too, getting ready to pummel the little bug."What? No Fred doesn't like Hermione, He likes Katie….don't you?" George looked between me and Ron. I stood up and glared down at Ron, "Who told you that?" Ron pulled away from me but didn't get far he ran in to a wall. "No, it was just kinda obvious." He said refraining from stuttering. "Well I don't so forget you ever thought that. She's like a little sister to me and that's it okay?" Ron nodded. "Good now go, all three of us are late enough as it is, and I rather like transfiguration." I stormed away my good mood spoiled by that one little brother.