Fred fights with Ron over the affection of Hermione. Set in Fred's seventh year and Ron and Hermione's fifth year.
A/N: umm hey guys. Sorry that i've been away for so long but i plan to start writing some more now on. School and work may get in the way though. Im pretty stressed right now. :P This story will half a LOT shorter chapters and will be more light hearted than my other stories. Im hoping itll be funny and light hearted. I have a few ideas in mind. Any feedback is welcome of course :D
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Fred's POV:
"Isn't she lovely?" I whispered wistfully to George as he viciously attacked his pudding. Staring at Hermione down the table was always the highlight of my day. To see the way her brown, luscious hair cascaded down over her shoulders in a fountain of chocolate as she slowly nibbled on her food and chatted aimlessly or read dutifully was always a knock to the heart. I knew she liked my little Ronnikins, that was evident to even Filch after their spat at the Yule ball last year, but I never desired a woman more. She wasn't a girl in my eyes. She was, indeed, a woman. Her... Developed body shouted that.
"Mmhmm, mate. Stop perving," George mumbled through his mouthful of food as he went back to reading this morning's paper. Bloody big nerd, he is.
Hermione's a nerd... A good nerd, though. A gorgeous nerd. A sexy nerd.
"To perve is to admire. To admire is to be thankful of the existence. To be thankful of a girl's existence is appreciated by all girls. Therefore, I am flattering her in the highest regard by imagining her in the most... Natural of ways." I grinned as I elbowed George in the ribs playfully, giving him a wink as he chuckled light heartedly at my idiocy.
"Just go talk to her, git."
"Fine. I will." I walked down to Harry, Ron and Hermione, pushing a random kid out of the way to sit down next to her. "Hello, kids. How are we today?"
She looked up from her book and smiled brightly, melting my heart. In a good way, of course. "Just trying to explain to Ronald why a spoon would be an ideal way to eat his jelly. Apparently he can't fathom why." Her voice sounded like liquid honey.
I let my gaze fall upon my little brother. I quickly regretted it as I saw him trying to grab the dessert in his hand and lift it to his mouth. "Oi, dimwit. Are you trying to make every girl in this school regurgitate at the sight of you?" I instantly felt awful at the fact that I wanted so badly for Hermione to feel sick thinking about Ron.
"What's it to you?" He grunted through his hand of jelly. My god, he was going to turn all of the guys off of him.
I rolled my eyes and let my eyes soften on Hermione's face. "Do you want to escape this disaster and accompany me back to the tower?" I held my breath in anticipation for her answer. I needed to be alone with her, I needed to feel her hug me once she realised we were alone again, to fall asleep on my shoulder after a long night of chatting, to realise miraculously that she loved me half as much as I loved her.
Her eyes widened and turned to Ron and Harry. Harry only gave a light chuckle and made a shooing gesture with his hand. Harry always knew that I loved her. He's only a fool to the important stuff and is quite close with George and I, really.
Ron was still too engrossed with his disgusting eating habits to notice that she was longingly staring at him and waiting for his approval. I couldn't bear the thought. I wanted her to wait for my approval. I wanted her to be mine.
She sighed and stood up, smiling up at me. "Another one of our long talks?" She giggled as we started walking towards the doors of the great hall. We were quite close, as well. As close as we could possibly be, really. God knows that I tried to make sure of that. Every second with her was sacred and precious.
I only turned to her and winked before saying, "I'll race you?"
She ran off before I could even finish the question.
