It's You
Fred/George did not leave Hogwarts, and Ron's involvement with Lavender costs him more than anyone could have guessed. Fred/Hermione one-shot
"You're Gonna Lose That Girl", by the Beatles, would and appropriate song, don't you think?
The Gryffindor common room was silent, except for Hermione Granger's soft and steady breathing. An open book lay face down on her lap, and an unruly curl fell in her face.
Fred Weasley shuffled down the stairway from the Boy's Dormitories, and stopped short when he saw Hermione. He grinned, walked to her chair, and picked up her book (Level 6 Book of Spells), carefully marking her spot and shutting it. He sat on the couch across from her, content with watching her peaceful sleep for some time. Unable to resist, he stood and brushed he hair away from her face. She stirred, and opened her eyes droopily.
Realizing who was standing over her and tucking her hair behind her ear, her eyes opened wide.
"Fred!"
"Sorry, for waking you," he murmured softly. "Up a bit late, weren't you?"
"Studying," she said, predictably. "Why are you..?"
"I couldn't sleep, so I came down here. Of course, this is not much different from my dream," He smiled widely.
Hermione's wore a confused expression.
"Sweet?" Fred offered, sitting back down.
Hermione laughed, "I am not that dull Fred, and I refuse to be your guinea pig."
"Its perfectly safe." Seeing her skeptical look, he added, "I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Prove it, " she countered teasingly.
Fred took a small bite of the toffee and raised his eyebrows. "A bit on the chewy side, but doesn't seem to be turning me into a canary, does it?"
Hermione giggled uncharacteristically, allowing Fred to place the toffee in her mouth. "You certainly know how to make a girl laugh."
"I'm glad to do so, for once."
A question was written on her face.
"You are different."
"From what? Was the toffee charmed after all?" Fred teased.
Shaking her head slowly, Hermione pleaded with her eyes.
"Hermione," Fred said seriously, "I know that Ron and you have a…thing-"
"We do?"
"Don't you?"
"Just continue, we can talk about it in a minute."
Uncertainly, Fred resumed. "So, I know you are practically taken, but I think you should know how I feel." Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, but Fred continued, unperturbed. "I've fancied you for some time. Don't worry though… I know you don't like me back. I just….wanted you to know."
Hermione didn't say a word, but stood up and wrapped her arms around him.
Fred pushed away, misunderstanding the gesture. "You don't have to feel sorry for me," he said defensively.
"No Fred, you don't understand," Hermione insisted. Nervously, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his.
Fred's surprise did not last long, and he returned the kiss eagerly. He knew however, that it was wrong. It took all of his will power to pull away.
"We can't Hermione. I can't. Ron is my brother, and little git that he it, I still love him. I couldn't take what he loved first-not for the world."
"Fred, I don't understand. Why do you keep referring to Ron?"
"He's properly smitten with you, isn't he?"
"No! He couldn't be! Where have you been Fred? Ron's been snogging Lavender Brown every chance he's got."
"So," Fred's face was dazed, "You are completely unattached?"
"I wouldn't say that…"
"I knew it was too good to be true…Who is it?"
"A rather handsome ginger-in fact, he looks remarkably like you."
"George! The traitor! All those times he said nothing!"
Hermione put her fingers on his lips. "No, silly. It's You."
