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Well, Fred and Hermione, I just love them. I may have failed, but you can decide that for yourself. This is short and has no real plot I just had to do something and this came mind.
I don't own Harry Potter J.K Rowling does.
Enjoy...
"Well, if it isn't Herm the Bookworm."
Hermione looked up from her book to see the grinning face Fred Weasley.
She seemed put off by the nick-name so Fred apologised. "Awh, I'm sorry, you know I love you really, 'Mione."
"You keep reminding me," Hermione said. "Anyway, Fred, you're in the library!" She said fake surprise lacing her voice.
"Indeed I am!" He said with wide blue eyes. "I came in here to see you of course!"
"Sure you did," Hermione smirked at him.
"No, I didn't but here you are and here I am." Fred took the seat across the table from Hermione.
"How's life treating you?" Hermione asked as it had been a while since they'd spoken to each other face to face and alone.
"So much better now I'm sitting here with you." He sent Hermione a charming smile.
"Seriously, Fred," she said despite the smile she was hiding behind her book.
"Great. Georgie-boy and I have been inventing some pretty cool things. You've adopted a new favourite seat in the common room, one that gives me a rather appealing view of you from where I usually sit…" He raised his eyebrows at Hermione. "How about you, dearest Hermione?"
"The usual happenings, nothing too exciting I suppose." She said completely ignoring Fred's flirting.
"I have to go now. I don't suppose we could catch up next Hogsmeade visit? Get a couple of butterbeers at The Three Broomsticks? I'll pay, obviously!" Fred suggested.
"In your dreams, Fred." Hermione grinned.
"Oh, most certainly in my dreams, Hermione. Most certainly." Fred wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and walked out of the library, although he didn't quite reach the door before Hermione's very discrete stinging hex hit him on the backside.
Fred turned around to see Hermione sitting at her table studying, no traces of having done anything other than the fact her wand was resting between two of her fingers as she twiddled it. Her hair was spilling over her shoulders in a curly mess and her shiny brown eyes intently absorbing the text in front of her. She was biting her lower lip as she concentrated. Merlin, she really was pretty. Fred sighed and left the library.
~ The End ~
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