Seeing Clearly pt.1

It was our last, final day of school at Hogwarts, seeing as Ron, Harry, and I had just graduated. I was walking to the train station pushing my trolley, followed by Harry and Ron. It was exceptionally quiet. It may have been that we were all tired, but no one talked much all the way to Kings Cross. Emerging from the train our faces immediatly lit at the sight of all the Weasleys. All except for Charlie of course, who was still in Romania, and Ginny, who must've still been on the train. Harry and I both had made plans to stay at The Burrow over the summer. Looking over I observed the Weasley family as they stood there in the station; I saw at once, Mr. Weasley with his arm around Mrs. Weasley, looking and smiling at us. Next was Percy, and Bill, who were now helping Ginny, whom had just got off the train, then Fred and George.

I eyed both them, and something in my mind-something sounding faintly similar to an alarm-went off...They were almost 20. They were men...but something, though i'm not entirely sure what, stuck out about Fred. His expression, maybe. Or his bright, ruffled hair. Him and George were looking around the station, and thankfully didn't notice my staring. Even though the two were twins, I couldn't help but see Fred as...different. Cuter. I know how weird it was to look at him that way, after all these years. Now, he looked just...adorable. I couldn't help but admire him, after realizing I'd never looked at him so close. It was while I adored his freckles, so cute they'd make any sane girl scream, when suddenly he turned and met my gaze.

He raised an eyebrow, and I could feel myself go beet red. Willing myself to look away, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley rushing towards me, their arms open. Naturally smiling warmly, they took my bags away and I walked along beside. Not even daring to try and protest. The Weasleys' were like grandparents; they enjoyed helping, they WANT to help. You have to let them, or they're disappointed. One by one we floo'd, and the momentarily quiet Burrow was quickly loud and packed full of people running around, getting settled and unpacking.

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"I can't believe it! You're graduated!" Ginny exclaimed to me sitting on her bed, watching as I hurridly, yet neatly, put away the contents of my trunk.

"One more year, and you'll be too." I said back, smiling sweetly, stuffing all my muggle t-shirts in the dresser.

"Also..." Ginny smirked and walked across her bedroom. " At Kings Cross I noticed someone staring fondly at a certain brother of mine...?" Ginny giggled, and eyed me knowingly, but didn't let anything slip. I felt my face contort into a mixture of embaressment and anger.

"Wha...What! I was not staring fondly at Fred! I was just..." Ginny smiled suspiciously,

"I never said it was you and Fred."

My face fell along with my body as I dropped backwards on the bed. The same bed I'd always slept in at The Burrow. After all the years it really had been beaten into being comfortable. The kind of old, worn-out comfort that seemed to give you the best nights' sleep. "I think I like Fred!" I exclaimed, sighing heavily, and closed my eyes. "Damnit!" Ginny sighed too, but already began acting supportive.

"Ugh, No matter how..." she coughed, "revolting...I find you liking Fred, or anything happening between you two..." Again she feigned gagging. "I think I can help you atleast get his attention now." Quickly I shook my head, I knew Ginny was going to forcefully do...something Ginny-ish. The way she tended to do in these sorts of situations. Or, well, any sort of situation, I guess. She didn't understand everyone wasn't as fearless as her! After watching her jump up and start pulling out all her clothes, I knew what she was thinking. Instinctively I began shaking my head. Ginny narrowed it down to a pair of denim blue jeans and two different colored tops; a green one with short sleeves, and a powder blue tank top. "We've got to show Fred that you're now 17, and actually have a body." She giggled and tickled my sides teasingly. I smiled reluctantly and pulled away.

"I vote for...this." I reached behind Gin into the discarded pile, pulling out a long sleeve, navy blue shirt. The smile that covered my face as I striked a pose, holding the modest shirt to my body, rivaled that of a saleswoman on Black Friday. Ginny shook her head furiously.

"No! 'Mione! C'mon," she held it up to her chest, disgusted. "Bloody...Why do I even have that!" She muttered as she threw it across the room, then pointed her finger at my chest. "Help me here. Pick one of those shirts, or I'll pick for you." Her eyes had become a mixture of sad and threatening, they bore into me until I looked away from her, and down at the two shirts, grimacing. Ginny was my best female friend, but we've always had different opinions on clothes. I shook my head, looking at Ginny pleadingly.

"Oh...Ginny..." I squeaked.

"Go put on the pants." Ginny demanded, pointing to the pants. I put up my best effort, but failed in my attempt to resist. Damn Ginny's Quidditch muscles. Before I knew it, I found myself taking the pants and walking to the corner, when I began changing. When I turned again, Ginny looked amazed. "Yes! It's great. Your legs...Ugh!" She took my hand and spun my closer, to get a better look as my eyes widened. "Oh yeah. Now, the tank top." She smiled at what i'm sure was the bewildered expression on my face, and handed me the tank top.

"Erm, thanks Gin."

Ginny laughed, and I reluctantly cracked a small smile as she usually made me do. Still wishing I could wear my own clothes, I put on the shirt, and once again Ginny looked shocked.

"Okay that's it, I'm afraid he might just shag you then and there in the kitchen!" Intimidated by her stare I desperatly tried to cover myself, suddenly feeling very self concious. Gin tugged my arms away, and winked. "Don't worry hun, you look great, he'll totally look at you closer now. And that's the first step..." I nodded slowly, turning to appraise my reflection in the mirror.

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Fred was sitting at the kitchen table, staring across at Bill and Ginny, who had come downstairs quite sometime ago and were in full-swing discussion. When quickly Fred flipped his gaze to the staircase, where Hermione was walking down, her not-so-bushy hair in a messy ponytail. Fred"s bright blue eyes widened and he felt himself turn to get a better look without even realizing it; Hermione was dressed in tight blue jeans. He noticed how shapely she had become, since when did Hermione have a body?

His eyes lifted and observed her curved hips, and he had to concentrate hard to keep his mouth closed at the sight of her chest. He never noticed, and even though he knew he shouldn't stare, he couldn't tear his eyes away. Seeing her soft curves under her powdered blue tank top...he couldn't stop himself. He shook his head, and looked at her face. For a quick second her brown orbs met his, then in a flash, she looked away to Ginny.

It was a bit awkward, he'd admit. She sat next across from him, next to Ginny. Ginny was in the middle of talking so animatedly with Bill that she hardly looked up when Hermione's chair squeaked and she sat down. This made the atmosphere even more awkward as Hermione tried to catch up with what Ginny and Bill were saying, while Fred tried to look anywhere but at Hermione. At which he failed. Miserably.

He'd never really thought of her as anything more than little miss know-it-all Hermione, with the bushy hair, front teeth and hopeless crush of his youngest brother, Ron. But now he realized she had really grown up. Right before his eyes, all those summers at The Burrow, and he never noticed. He mentally kicked himself.

She fought with Harry and Ron against Voldemort, and had successfully defeated him almost a year ago. She, being apart of the 'Golden Trio', was now famously known because of her help in defeating the Dark Lord. Yet he never saw her before, not like this. He felt a bit shallow, but it passed quickly. He knew she was more than just a girl with a great body, that much he was sure of. He just tended to not be all that into that much. She was a genius, and a great friend to Ginny, Harry and Ron for so long. He now felt intrigued by her, more so than the sublte interest the whole world took in her after all she's done. He was right here, and was determined to get to know her better. More personally, so that they'd be friends, and not just acquientences because of her friendship with his younger sister and brother.

R&R

This is the first Fanfic I've posted, and feedback is extremely helpful. Good, bad, hopefully more good than bad, I want them all. Just no flames, if you don't like the story, please tell me why, cursing and saying how much I suck isn't going to help me improve my writing.