First off, this fic starts off during OOTP and might go on past that. I suppose you could call it AU because the events in this story change what happens in the future of the Fandom, so yeah. But anyways, let me know if it's any good or not. I'm really looking forward to this story and where it's gonna go from here. Some couples that you will/might see in this story are as followed: Fred/Hermione, Ron/Hannah, Harry/Luna, Ginny/Neville, Cho/George. Of course there will be other "couples" that aren't really couples but have romantic strain between them, but these are the main ones. And remember, this is my first fic! And yes, I lied. I said Furuba fics would be coming, but I'm not doing a Furuba fic right now so get over it! Please read and review. And of course constructive criticizing is always welcome.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, the couples listed above would be real, I would live in England with my own mansion cause I'd be rich, and Fred would most certainly not be dead.
Won't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new? I don't know who you are, but I...I'm with you.-I'm With You by Avril Lavigne
The Gryffindor common room was dark and deserted; not a soul remained except for one lone girl. She was sobbing uncontrollably, her eyes puffy and red, her breath coming in small gasps. This was not a normal occurrence for this particular girl, but it'd been happening a lot of late. She couldn't stop herself. Everything was wrong.
"Hermione, what are you doing up so late?" a quiet voice came from behind her, startling her. "Yeah, and why do you sound like you're crying?" A similar voice came from the same direction. Sighing, Hermione Granger turned around to see the faces of the men whom the voices belonged to. Fred and George Weasley, the school pranksters, stood before her, looks of concern mingled with their trademarked Weasley twins smirk. Hermione brushed away her tears quickly, so as not to show weakness to such Neanderthals. "I'm not crying. Now if you two don't get to your dormitory you'll be in trouble. I AM a prefect, you know," she attempted to wave them off with her hand, but the stubborn Weasleys wouldn't budge.
"C'mon Granger, we know you better than that," Fred muttered, plopping down on one side of her on the couch. "Tell us what's upsetting you. We can make you feel better," finished George, taking the seat on the other side of Hermione. There was no use in arguing with the twins, Hermione knew this, so she sighed and began to sob out her sap story.
"Hermione, I really need your help," panted Ron as he ran up to his bushy haired friend. It was a week before school would start back up, and Hermione was spending this time with the Weasleys at their home, called the Burrow. "If you want me to finish your summer Potions essay for you, I already told you I wouldn't," she answered, slightly annoyed that Ron had driven her away from her book. "It's not about the essay, Mione, I finished it last night, like you told me. This is something more personal. And what book are you reading anyways?" He swiped the book from her grasp and stared at the cover. "Robin Hood? What kind of a book is this? Why is this guy in green tights?" Hermione grunted as she snatched the book away from him. "Honestly Ronald, this is a muggle book, and its very interesting. If you would just give these types of books a chance, I'm sure you would…." "Not now Mione," Ron huffed, grabbing her wrist and beginning to drag her away from her comfortable chair, "I'd rather not hear a lecture about literature right now."
He took her to his favorite place at the Burrow, a little nook beneath some trees that he, Fred, George, and Ginny used to hide in when they were young. "Okay Mione, look," he started, flushing a bit as he stared down at his feet, "There's this girl that I really like, and I have liked for a while now, but I don't know how to tell her." Hermione froze. Could it be? she thought. No, of course not. Ron doesn't…but maybe….. "She's been my friend for quite some time, but I don't want to ruin the friendship. What do I do?" He looked up suddenly, looked right into her chocolate brown eyes with his fierce blue ones and something went off inside her. He is! It's happening! C'mon Hermione, make your move now! "How do I tell Hannah that I love her, Mione?"
It all came crumbling down. Hannah. Hannah Abbott. Of course. Why didn't she see it before? He did talk to her frequently during their school year, and he had written quite a few letters to her over the summer. Why would she be stupid enough to think that he could be talking about her? "Oh, of course. Hannah." she muttered, having trouble breathing. "Yeah, who did you think I was talking about Hermione?" she merely shrugged. She had nothing to say to Ronald Weasley at this point. "Hermione?" "I'm going inside Ronald," she managed through quaking breaths. As she began to walk away, she heard Ron shouting, "Wait Hermione! You haven't given me any advice! What am I supposed to do? C'mon, don't leave!" But she did leave. She left the Burrow, went to Diagon Alley. She needed time alone. She would go back, of course, for she didn't want the Weasleys to worry over her, but for now she needed to be left alone.
By the time she was finished, Hermione was sputtering out her words, unable to contain the tears that flowed from her downcast eyes. George put an arm around her and patted her awkwardly, while Fred stood up, an angry sort of look in his eyes. "Merlin, Mione why didn't you tell us this sooner?" Hermione shook her head, unable to talk anymore. She was crying onto George's shoulder now, and his sympathetic pats on the back were doing her no good. A new blaze in his eyes and a sense of mischief in his voice, Fred declared, "Well Granger, you know what the solution is, right?" Hermione looked up, her eyes still wet, and shrugged. "You've got to make Ronniekins jealous." Upon hearing this, George jumped up, careful not to startle Hermione, and began to smirk. "I have the perfect plan," he stated, giving off his signature grin, "You're gonna pretend to date Fred."
Hermione started coughing like mad, practically chocking on air. The twins did their best to make her stop, and by the time she calmed down, she hissed, "Date Fred?" "C'mon Mione, I know you want me," chuckled Fred. Rolling his eyes at his twin's poor romantic skills, George added, "It's only a pretend date Granger. You guys don't even have to kiss."
"Yeah Mione, we just snuggle a lot in front of him and make googly eyes at each other for a while,"
"Ickle Ronnie sees this and gets jealous,"
"We pretend break up,"
"Ron comforts you,"
"You two realize that you're madly in love with each other and, badda boom badda bing; instant boyfriend for Hermione. So what do you say? Are you in?"
Hermione thought about this for a moment. The plan did seem foolproof. She remembered how worked up Ron had gotten when she had dated Viktor Krum last year, so maybe pretending to date Fred this year would make him see that she had other options as well as he did. Yes, it was a great plot. There was only one problem. Fred. She had been acting as an older sister type for him for as long as she can remember. She'd always scolded him when he pranked people or got low scores on tests, and he's always teased her when she was feeling down. The two of them were about as compatible as fire and water. But maybe this would work.
"Alright, I'm in. But on one condition, Fredrik Weasley," Hermione declared, giving Fred a disapproving glare. "What's your condition?" Fred asked, his interest peaking. "You are NOT to treat me as your girlfriend when Ron is not present. Do you understand?" "Of course, DARLING. Whatever you say." Hermione pursed her lips, growing more agitated by the moment. Grunting, she suddenly realized who she was dealing with and what time it was. "Now off to bed, both of you. It's late and you're supposed to be asleep. You're lucky I haven't turned you in yet." With that, she stalked off, ascending the flight of stairs leading to the Gryffindor girl dormitories. "Well this should be interesting, mate. Three galleons says she'll fall for me by the end of the week," Fred chuckled, staring after the bookworm. "You've got a bet."
Next Chapter: As Hermione and Fred start their "relationship", Ron is struggling with his feelings for Hannah and being avoided by Hermione. Also, Ginny and Harry go to Hogsmeade together on a "not date". Little do they know, they're being followed by a certain blonde.