This is my very first fanfic: a short story about Fred and Hermione. All Harry Potter rights go to JK rowling. Hope you enjoy it! xx
"No."
"Pardon?"
"You heard me. No! I am not going with Ron to the Yule Ball!" Hermione said crossly, glaring at Fred Weasley.
"And why not, Granger?" Fred asked almost slyly, as if egging her to say something he had been waiting for. He inched closer to Hermione, smirking.
Hermione's face immediately became flushed. She looked down and began to stammer. "I…I just- I can't...it'll be too weird. He'll be better off having food as his date." Fred let out a laugh.
"He would be at that," he agreed. "But that's not the main reason, is it?"
Hermione froze. "I don't know what you're talking about," she whispered in a rush. In an effort to change the topic(how did it become all about her in the first place?), Hermione asked Fred about his Yule Ball date.
"So...who are you bringing?"
"No one."
"What?"
"You heard me," Fred teased, repeating her exact same words.
"…Oh."
"I mean, so far…there is no one."
Hermione seemed to relax a little. "Well then, are you going to ask anyone out?" she asked.
Fred smiled one of his rare, wide, sincere smiles. "There is this girl I've been crushing on for over a year now," he answered. "I'd work up the nerve to ask her, but she is particularly stubborn."
Hermione scrunched up her face in confusion. "Stubborn? How so?"
Fred chuckled. "You see, she wouldn't properly answer my questions. It's kind of hard to get confirmation of any sort when she keeps dodging my questions like they were bludgers."
Hermione stared at Fred. It can't be...can it?
"Are you...talking about me?" Hermione asked timidly.
"I think she's got it!" Fred exclaimed in triumph, punching the air in celebration. "Yes, Hermione," he continued softly. "It is you." Fred grinned widely, then got down on one knee for dramatic effect. Hermione turned beetroot red, hope and excitement blooming in her chest.
Fred cleared his throat. "Will Yule, Hermione Granger, go to the ball with me?" he asked, his tone hopeful.
Hermione rolled her eyes at his word usage and smiled.
"Yule? Really?" she laughed.
Fred grimaced. "Not one of my best jokes," he admitted.
Hermione giggled. "It's not that bad. And this stubborn lady would be more than happy to go to the Yule Ball with you," Hermione told him as she held his hand and bent down to kiss his cheek.
It then became Fred's turn to blush.
"Now, what was it you said about liking me for over a year?"