while. I've got it all laid out in my mind, and I do hope it turns out as good as I plan. The title will make sense later I promise. I'm thinking around chapter three or four.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it were mine, no one would have died in Deathly Hallows and I wouldn't be forced to hide in a lovely land called denial.
Professor of Love-Chapter one
Fred was sitting at the dinner table at the Burrow, George sitting next to him, and Hermione sitting across from him. Hermione was shooting death glares at Ginny who sat on Fred's other side, and nosy as Fred was, he was ungodly curious as to why Hermione was so mad at his baby sister.
"Ginny…what's going on between you and Hermione?" he asked her. Ginny snickered, sent Hermione an innocent wave and grinned at Fred. "Nothing Freddykins, I just shoved Hermione into reality is all." Ginny said. Well that helped so much.
"Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, may I be excused?" Hermione asked politely. "Hermione, dear! You hardly touched your dinner, is anything wrong?" Molly Weasley asked. "Of course not Mrs. Weasley, I'm simply stuffed from the magnificent lunch you made earlier. But please, if it's no trouble, save my plate? I'm sure I'll be hungry later." Hermione replied. Mrs. Weasley beamed. "Of course, dear."
Hermione slid out of her chair, sent one last glare at Ginny and stalked out of the room.
Earlier
"Just admit it would you? It's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. You. Like. My. Brother." Ginny said accusingly, though a large grin on her face. Ginny Weasley was an evil betrayer of truth and friendship. For Ginny Weasley, had read Hermione's diary. Well actually, only a page. But it was the most important page ever. Because it confessed her innermost thoughts on a certain red-head.
"Well whether you confess it or not, I know it's true. The only thing I'm curious to, is which one of my er…lovely…brothers are you smitten with?" Ginny said, her voice remaining calm, but her eyes expressing how very interested she was.
Hermione mumbled something, but Ginny didn't hear her correctly. At least…she couldn't have. Because Ginny thought she said Fred. "What was that love?" Ginny asked, jumping off of her bed so that she was about an inch from her. Hermione glared at her "Fred," she said through gritted teeth. Ginny jumped up and down and clapped her hands. "Oh!! Hermione that's so cute!! You should tell him!" she squealed.
"Ginny! It's hardly serious. Just a crush and he does not need to know." Hermione said angrily. "Fine, but if you don't tell him by the end of the week, I'm locking the two of you in a broom shed until you end up pregnant." Ginny left the room just as her mum was calling everyone to dinner.
Present
Stupid Ginny. What did she know anyway? Hermione hardly even knew Fred. It was simply a schoolgirl crush. She only even liked him because he was, and she desperately hated to admit it, but it was because he was so…cute. He had dashing good looks, and an air of confidence around him that simply made him…Fred.
George…well she never really had a thing for him. Which was odd considering the boys were twins, but Hermione had eyes for Fred. Not that she liked him. She just simply thought he was attractive.
And yet a nagging voice in the back of her head that sounded annoyingly like Ginny told her that if it were simply because of his looks, certainly she'd like George, Fred's identical twin brother, as well.
There was a knock on the door and Hermione stomped angrily over to answer it. "Honestly Ginny it's your room, you don't have to…Hi Fred…" she said, obviously expecting Ginny, but instead opened the door to face a chest, Fred Weasley's chest in particular.
"You know what I've never understood?" Fred asked randomly. "What's that?" was Hermione's reply as she moved out of the way for Fred to walk into his sister's room. "How you can tell us apart. Mum can't even do that most of the time…"
Hermione shrugged her shoulders, she herself not quite sure of how she managed to tell one from the other. "Anyway, I came up here to see what's the matter with you. I don't think I've ever seen you that mad at Ginny." Fred said, grinning at Hermione.
"Ginny went through my personal belongings and has found out things she has no business knowing," was Hermione's business-like reply. Fred smirked now. "Ginny find out who you like perhaps?" he asked, his eyes twinkling devilishly. Hermione flushed bright red. "I-wha-she-how-Of course not," Hermione sputtered. "Yes, of course. How silly of me," he winked.
Hermione really wished he wouldn't do that.
"It's okay Mione…everyone has their own dirty secrets," he whispered. 'Like the fact that I, at the moment, have the crazy desire to rip your clothes off and shag you against the wall' Fred decided it was best he kept that last part in his head.
Hermione opened her mouth, then closed it, and repeated this for a moment, looking like a fish out of water. "Er…right. Well, excellent talking to you," She said, leaving the room in a haste only to run smack into George.
"What did he do call backup with his freakish twin telepathy?!" Hermione exclaimed. George looked at her with an amused smile on his face. "Freakish twin telepathy? Is that what they're calling it now?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and ducked under his arm, leaving the twins there and going up to Ron's room where she was quite sure her two best friends (as well as Ginerva…or enemy number one as she would now be referred to in Hermione's head) would be.
She walked into the room without knocking. "Merlin, Hermione! You can't just walk in here like that! Suppose I wasn't decent!" Ron exclaimed. "If you weren't decent in front of Harry and your sister, then you have serious problems." Hermione said. Ron rolled his eyes but grinned all the same.
"So, Hermione." Ginny started. "Enemy number one." She responded curtly. "Oh come on Herms…you can't honestly hate me! I didn't tell him and I told you I wouldn't. However, you ought to get a move on or else you'll be pregnant before you get into your seventh year."
Harry and Ron exchanged a look. "Hermione…" Ron started. "I think we need to discuss who this boy is…" Harry continued. "Mostly so I can beat his head in for trying to impregnate you." Ron finished.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "There will be no 'impregnating' as long as Ginny leaves well enough alone." She said forcefully.
"Hermione Jane Granger! If you like someone, you will go for it, and if you don't I won't do a damn bloody thing, but you'll be sorry that you passed up on your opportunity," she said, her temper rising.
Hermione and Ginny never fought. Harry and Ron…were quite terrified. Instead of Hermione blowing up, like they were all sure she'd do, she let out a sigh. "You're right…I know."
"So you forgive me for reading your diary?" Ginny asked. "Yes, of course." She replied and Ginny and Hermione embraced in a hug. "Why's it so easy for her?" Ron grumbled.
Naturally, Fred followed Hermione and heard the whole conversation. So Hermione did like someone. And he was giving it his best guess that it was a Weasley. You know…considering that Ginny mumbled something to Hermione about 'of all the Weasley's…you pick him?'
Fred really was a genius. How he picked up on these things…the world may never know.
He decided that he would use his keen sense of observation to pick up any unnecessary flirting with any Weasley. Considering they were speaking all of this directly in front of Ron, pretty much eliminated him from the suspect list, however, Fred decided he wouldn't be to careful.
But then it hit Fred. Why spy? Why put his brilliant mind to such tactless work when he could just bribe his darling sister into telling him what he wanted (or didn't want) to hear. And so Fred Weasley had all of his money he was willing to spare in his pocket, and he was waiting in Ginny's room for his darling sister to walk in, hopefully alone.
"I mean seriously Hermione, the man would be lucky to have you. And I'm almost sure he's got the same feelings for you…" His sister said, quite obviously not alone. Fred was just about to Disapparate when he heard it. "Ginny…he's Fred. He doesn't now, nor will he ever, like me." Hermione said, before opening the door to reveal none other than Fred Weasley. "Oh bugger…" she mumbled.
"Hermione…you're quite wrong." Fred said grinning at her wickedly.