Authors Notes: Hello! I just wanted to quickly say that I hope you enjoy this fic, it's something I wrote for an ongoing competition between a friend and I. It's probably not my best, but I am proud of it.. (Mostly because I actually finished!)
Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own Harry Potter or anything related, because if I did, Fred would not have died. (Just sayin'!)
"Granger? What're you doing in our attic?" Fred stumbled into what I had thought would be the perfect place to hide while I waited for the excitement of what Ginny had just told me to wear off.
"I could ask you the same, Weasley." I returned, wondering if there was anywhere else in the house where I could sit quietly and not worry about letting gout her secret, she would hex me into the next century.
"I'm hiding from my mum. She wants George and I to clean out our old room, and I don't want to find out what's been growing in there since we moved out. It could be dangerous…" He closed the gap between us and sat down, "Your turn."
"I suppose I'm hiding as well. You see, Ginny just told me that she and-" I blushed as I remembered that I wasn't supposed to be telling anyone. "Never mind."
"Oh, come on, Hermione! She's my sister, I have a right to know what she told you! Besides, she'll end up telling me anyway, I am her favorite brother." He smiled proudly and stuck out his chest, as if that proved what he was saying were true.
I sighed, considered telling him just to get it out, and then decided against it. Fred would tell George and Ron; and together, they would kill Harry. I couldn't let that happen.
"I was under the impression that Charlie was her favorite brother. Or maybe it was George? She talks about the two of them all the time, but never you…"
"What? That's bullox! Charlie is in Romania, she never sees him, he barely even writes any- I see what you're doing. You think that you can distract me and I'll forget all about whatever it is you don't want to tell me about Ginny. Nice try, Granger, but I'm not that stupid." He scooted closer to me and then dug around in his pockets for something, and I wasn't quite sure I wanted to know what.
A moment later, he pulled out a blank piece of parchment and a muggle pen that had Invisible Ink written along the side. "Write down what you can't tell me. It's invisible ink, so I'll never know what it said." I looked from the pen to the parchment, did he not realize that I wasn't stupid?
"Fred, I was raised by muggles, I used to think those pens were magic! You just have to have a black light to read whatever the person writes. And seeing as though your dad fancies muggle things as he doesn, he probably has one!" I glared at him, he was trying desperately to know that secret.
He frowned and looked down, he was an excellent pouter. I almost told him, just because he looked so cute. Suddenly, there was a violent bang! as thunder sounded off, it was closely followed by the sound of rain falling violently onto the roof of the burrow.
We sat in silence for a few moments before he began to get up, "Where are you going? I thought you didn't want to clean your room?"
He shrugged, "I don't, but it'd be more fun than sitting here with you not telling me the secret."
I sighed and reached for the parchment and pen. I thought for a moment and then wrote:
No secret for you!
-Hermione
I know, I know, that was a bit immature. But how could I possibly tell him that Harry and Ginny were, uh, doing things.
"Thanks, Granger!" He smiled and ran down the stairs, no doubt to go ask his dad if he did, in fact, have a black light.