Chapter 1
Fred walked down the dark corridor back to the Gryffindor common room. The castle was quiet, not one noise could be heard excpet for the sound of his own footsteps.
"Fortuna major," he whispered to the fat lady.
The portrait hole opened and he quietly stepped inside making sure he didn't make any noise. He almost screamed when he saw a small figure on the sofa.
Hermione Granger had fallen asleep on the couch, as usual. Fred gazed at her tiny body breathe. Her chest moving ever so slightly with every breathe. He thought about how beautiful she looked when she slept. How with every breather he fell more and more in love with her.
Fred had been in love with Hermione since her third year. Unfourtanetly she was dating his younger brother Ron. Ron and Her were best friends for a long time, along with Harry. They started dating in fourth year, Fred had been heartbroken.
"Mum," Hermione moaned.
Fred snapped out of his daze and looked at her. He hadn't realized she talked in her sleep.
"Help," Hermione whimpered. She turned sideways and put her hand under her head. Some of the books that had been on her fell to the floor.
"'Mione, 'Mione wake up." Fred gently shook her.
"Huh," She snapped out of her dream. She looked around for a minute until her eyes focused in on a certain red headed wizard. "George?"
"Fred," He corrected her.
"Oh, sorry. I'm a little tired." Hermione rubbed her eyes and sat up.
Fred just watched her intently. Everytime he saw her his heart hurt. Just the way she moved, with every twitch of her finger his heart skipped a beat.
She scwermed a little bit and moved some books off of her lap.
"Thanks, for waking me up." The little witch chirrped.
"No problem." He smiled up at her.
"Well, I should be off to bed. See you in the morning Fred." She hopped off the couch and pilled the books on the coffee table. "night," She floated to the stairwell. She went up about three steps.
"Hermione," Fred whispered.
"Yes Fred?" Hermione turned around, her hair whipping around like a windmill.
Fred paused and thought about what he was going to say. "Nothing, goodnight." Fred had wanted to tell her how he felt for years now. He knew she could never feel the same but he still wanted her to know.
Hermione nodded and skipped up the rest of the stairs. Fred immeadaitly regreted not telling her again. He just couldn't tell her, something about saying it out loud scared him. Just the thought of her rejection terrified him.
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Hermione looked in the mirror at her messed up head of hair. It had always been bushy but when she slept on it without it being in a ponytail it looked horrendous. She looked at the smeared lip gloss on her lips. She checked every flaw of her face and wondered how Ron could ever like her. Then she smiled and realized there was more good then bad. She flipped her head over and put it up in a high ponytail on top of her head. She got her normal shorts and tank top on that she always slept in. The hangings around her bed were closed as normal. Her danty hands pulled them back and pulled the sheets back aswell. She plopped her little body into the soft bed and lifted the covers up to her neck. It was cold, she hated being cold during the night. she reached up and closed the hangings, like she did every night.
The small, bushy haired, witch finally drifted asleep after a few minutes of thinking about a song she had been listening to the day before.
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Fred slumped off to his room disapointed in himself. He got up to his room and did his normal rutine. Shirt off, then pants. He slid into his bed and layed there, starring at the ceiling. He hated himself for liking Hermione. She would never like him, and for all he knew she would be his sister someday.
How could I have been so stupid, he thought to himself. Hermione Granger, the most talented, smart, beautiful girl in school. As if she would ever like me. Fred Weasley, the beater with a twin.
He soon fell asleep after his rant inside his head. He, as usual, dreamed about Hermione. Except it was more of a memory. It was the memory of the night of the Yule Ball in his sixth year. She looked so beautiful, so bright. That was the night he found out about her and Ron. It was the first time he had ever cried, over a girl at least.
He had cried in his fourth year when Ginny had gotten taken into the Chamber of Secrets. His only sister had almost been killed. The most impotant girl in his life, almost lost forever in a secret place where she would never be found.
Now there was a new girl in his life. Ginny will always be important, but Hermione. Hermione meant the world to him, she was everything.
Everything, the word drifted in the back of his mind as he slept.
