Hi everyone! This is my very first fanfic on this site. At first I was overwhelmed by all the wonderful stories I found of my beloved Potterverse on this site. A lot of you guys are such amazing authors I felt rather inadequate & hesitated to post up my story but what the heck.. I really like Fremione (also SiriusxHermione & RemusxHermione) but that's a different story. Haha. I was royally pissed at the ending of DH because I just don't like Ron (sorry Ron/RonHermione fans) for Hermione & Fred died. I was even more unsatisfied because it seems that in one of the first drafts for HP Fred & Hermione supposedly ended up getting married. Sigh. If only. So anyways enough of my random rumblings.. I hope that you guys enjoy this story. Though I miss receiving a new HP book or waiting for a new HP movie to release at least I still have fanfics to keep my cravings satisfied.
Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter or Fred & Hermione would be married with twenty children in tow.
Chapter 1
"What have I done?" Hermione stared at her own reflection in the small full length mirror that Mrs Weasley had placed in between her bed & Ginny's in the smallest bedroom at The Burrow. She smoothed her knee length red dress & tried to tidy her bushy hair that was still trying it's best to fight the full bottle of Sleakzy Hair Potion she had massaged into her scalp that very morning. Bill & Fleur's wedding. Hermione had been at The Burrow for more than a month helping the family plan for the supposedly simple yet in Hermione's opinion a rather complicated wedding. She had been ecstatic to attend a wedding despite all the darkness that was surrounding the wizarding community recently & what could be better than the wedding of a Weasley.
The Weasleys. They had accepted, loved & respected Hermione despite her blood status, despite being a pure blood wizarding family themselves. "My blood status..." Hermione couldn't help feeling a flicker of hurt as Draco Malfoy's sneering voice repeated the words inside her head. "Filthy little Mudblood." Brushing away the negative thoughts Hermione took a deep breath. She was happy at that moment. Well... not exactly happy. She felt a sense of uncertainty. Uncertainty after she had blurted out to a certain redhead last night that she liked him, liked him more than a friend.
She had denied those feelings, Denied it vehemently whenever they surfaced & mind you they surfaced at extremely regular intervals given the fact that Hermione had to live with him & his family for so many weeks. It was not right. It was not possible. How could she feel that way about him? They were polar opposites, he had an obvious disdain for rules & a voracious appetite for mayhem while she preferred plain old methods of following rules & had a rather immense dislike for practical jokes that insulted her intelligence. Yet she was constantly thinking of him. Sometimes he would flit in & out of her thoughts as she recalled a flash of two identical pairs of hands shaking her own as she half ran half tumbled towards the house table during her first year. Explosions emitting from their room whenever Ron invited her to The Burrow, their identical grins whenever Mrs Weasley shouted herself hoarse resembling a fire breathing Hungarian Horntail. The teasing about her love of books & stickling for rules that became something more after Hermione's fourth year at Hogwarts. Something more for Hermione at least. She started taking more notice of one particular twin. The one with the smatter of freckles just above his right eyebrow that resembled a star, the one whose nose was very slightly smaller than his brother, the one who teased her more often with a growing number of nicknames & jokes. The one who Hermione knew that she felt for because every time he was in close proximity she had either started denying her feelings or became so awkward she resembled her petrified self in second year.
But... but last night it was different. She had blurted out almost all her feelings for him after four glasses of Butterbeer at 2am. He had shown up once again at the most inconvenient time while Hermione was trying to collect her thoughts & restrain her feelings from getting the best of her. Only he could make her comfortable enough to down that many Butterbeers & despite her initial reservations had confessed that she adored him. "He looked appalled.. Well done Hermione. You'll be nothing more than his younger brother's friend, a know-it all bookworm who never approved of his jokes & personality." Hermione heaved a final sigh before she gave her own reflection a reproachful look. It was going to be a long day.
"I've liked you since I was 14." Her words reverberated around his head as he helped his twin brother put up last minute additions to the wedding altar. Live fairies were already sparkling above the podium where Bill & Fleur would be taking their vows in about an hour's time. Mrs Weasely was bellowing orders like a foghorn at anyone who had the misfortune to be in her line of sight. "Mum's having a real fit today eh? I had a close shave with her when she suspected I was planting dungbombs under the table of the bride & groom." George shuddered when he recalled his mother's crimson face raging at him. "Were you?" Fred yawned slightly. "Er.." George grinned back at his twin. "She knows us too well." George snorted. Fred let out an absent-minded grunt his mind still elsewhere, on a particular bushy haired witch who had in a rather inebriated state told him that she liked him since she was 14.
To Fred she was Hermione Granger. Ron's best friend, Harry's reliable sidekick & best friend, a brainy bookish witch. However he hadn't really thought of her in that way before. In that romantic sense where he'd have liked to sweep her up into his arms & snog her senseless. Sure he noticed how she had gradually blossomed into a beautiful young woman from the young rabbit toothed girl who had bounded up to him & the other Gryffindor's at their house table when she was 11. His eye had lingered upon her longer than he'd have liked during the Yule Ball where she had shown up in THAT dress with her hair & face made up. Perhaps that was the only time that Fred had ever felt that strong jolt in his stomach when it came to Hermione. He knew that his twin would tease him endlessly if he found out that Fred looked for that jolt In his stomach whenever he dated girls. That was how he personally knew that he had some interest in girl, some genuine interest.
Her confession threw him off. Hermione Granger had always made it clear that she disapproved of the way Fred & George weren't as serious or concerned about their education as she was. She hadn't approved of practically any plan of mayhem or mischief that Fred & George had concocted. She was boring. "Is she really? Is she really boring?" a snide small voice echoed inside Fred's skull annoying him immensely. He recalled the time where she had saved his neck from Professor Snape when he had let loose a Fanged Frisbee in the corridor, she had dumped his stash of Filibuster Fireworks into her enormous bag when the twins had been practically strip searched by Filch for mayhem inducing pranks, she had come up with the idea of starting the DA tossing aside her stiff demeanour to become a confident supporter of the DA a secret society, she had attended detention with the whole of DA scratching her left hand out with Umbridge's horrid quills, after detention despite being in pain herself Hermione had conjured up bowls of Murtlap essence for all the other DA members, she saved the DA from Umbridge's Cruciatus curse by distracting her into the Forbidden Forest, she had her arguments with him & George but she still appreciated the fireworks & the magic and work that went behind it.
"She's not THAT boring." The snide voice became even louder. "Granger cleans up nicely." George's voice interrupted his thoughts yet again. Fred turned around quickly causing his levitating charm to wear off suddenly making one of the fairies drop precariously before she caught herself. Ignoring her squeaky noises of complaints he watched Hermione ascending the stairs arm in arm with Ginny. Dressed in a rather low cut sleeveless knee length dress with her hair held up with a simple matching red clip she looked rather pretty. Not that Fred noticed too much or anything of course. He wasn't into bookworms. "Indeed." The snide voice popped up again. "Yeah not too bad." Fred answered coolly. George gave him a strange look. "Not too bad? She's practically the most beautiful 17 year old witch at this moment." He replied more forcefully than intended. Fred raised his eyebrows. "Um.. Let's just.." George tried to wave away his blunder but Fred had caught him. "Do you like her?" Fred questioned trying to catch his twin's eye. "Well... She's pretty." George answered in a non-committal way. Trying to ignore the well of irritation that was suddenly overflowing inside him Fred tried to question George even more but they were interrupted by Ginny & Hermione arriving with their wands out ready to help out. Fred met Hermione's large chocolate eyes & she quickly looked away a faint flush tinging her cheeks. It seemed she was recalling her half-drunk confession that morning to him & deciding not to make things more uncomfortable Fred led Ginny away to sort the wedding gifts into neat piles leaving George with Hermione at the podium.
Hermione watched Fred's tall muscular form leading his sister's smaller lankier frame away towards the other end of the field. He had not acknowledged her presence & seemed intent on getting away from her as far as possible. "Just like how he bolted last night after my mouth ran away with me." Hermione sighed feeling an incredible sadness fill her up. "Hey.. Are you okay?" she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. George was staring at her in concern. "I'm fine George thank you. I guess I'm just stressed I guess.. A lot of things on my mind and..." Hermione trailed off as George's expression turned into amusement. "I'm babbling again." She looked at the grass & felt herself blush. "It's okay. The resident bookworm usually has a lot on her mind." George's voice was teasing. Hermione smiled up at him gratefully, he had just eased her embarrassment with just one sentence. "Butterbeer?" he conjured two mugs up & handed one to Hermione. She stared at the warm gold liquid her mind immediately flashing back to Fred's face of mortification as she told him she liked him. However George was too sweet & Hermione couldn't turn down his offer. "Sure thank you. Wow. They are beautiful." She took the mug with a genuine dimpled smile & gestured up at the fairies above their heads not noticing the look on the older man's face as she sipped her Butterbeer drowning in her own thoughts again. "WHERE DID THOSE TWO MUGS OF BUTTERBEER DISAPPEAR OFF TO? IT MUST BE THOSE TWO. FRED! GEORGE! STOP MESSING WITH THE BEVERAGES OR YOU'LL BE SLEEPING WITH THE GNOMES TONIGHT!" Mrs Weasley's voice carried over the tents. Hermione caught George's eye & giggled.
"FRED!" Ginny yelped in a most Mrs Weasley sort of voice when the table leg collided painfully with her shin. "What are you doing?" she hissed at her older brother whose gaze was fixated on something in the distance. Ginny whipped around & saw Hermione and George drinking mugs of Butterbeer & giggling together. Fred's usual expression of bemusement had turned rather stony. "Don't tell me.." Ginny stared at Fred. "What?" Fred asked not taking his eyes off the couple in the distance. "George likes Hermione doesn't he? Oh my gosh.." Ginny gave a sudden start. "Wha.. No. He doesn't." Fred shook his head. "How would you know that?" Ginny gave him a very piercing stare. "Er. He's my twin. He tells me everything." Fred shrugged. "Hermione suits him well." Ginny said after a few moments of awkward silence. "She suits me better." Fred mumbled & saw Ginny glance at him suspiciously again. She was going to get to the bottom of this matter or her name wasn't Ginevra Weasley.