From The Twin Exchange Group
Challenge opens from: June 1 2014
Challenge will be closed by: June 20 2014
Winner announced on: July 6 2014
Prompts (choose at least one):
Snoring
Briefcase
Mexican food
Fireplace
Pairings:
Hermione/Ron
Harry/Alicia
Neville/Ginny
Hermione/Fred and/or George
Quotes (use at least one):
"Vacation comes but once a year."
"Do you think we'll be stuck here long?"
"When I said yes, I actually meant no!"
Title: Sleeping
Summary: They never knew what the other's sleeping habits were, until now. Hermione, however, now feels subconscious as she adjusts to their new life.
Written By: May Waters
Rated: K+
Characters: Fred Weasley and Hermione Weasley née Granger
Hermione woke up with a crick her in back and a small pain in her neck. She glanced over next to her, to see Fred so close to the edge one touch and he would fall onto the floor. She grimaced and gently reached out a hand to try and pull him back, but instead it pushed him off.
"Third time she's done that to me," Fred muttered mutinously, pushing himself up off the floor. He saw Hermione staring at him with wide eyes and he grinned. "Good morning."
"I'm sorry."
"Whatever do you have to be sorry for?"
"I've pushed you out of our bed, three times apparently. That last one was an accident, I promise."
"It's fine, but I think we're going to have to figure out a new sleeping solution."
"Yeah, this is all so weird really." Hermione sat up and pulled at her pajama top nervously.
"Hey, I wasn't expecting it to be solved immediately. We only got married a week ago and we're just barely off our honeymoon where we slept like the dead." Fred winked seductively at her and she giggled. "Give it another week or two."
The next night Fred and Hermione tried cuddling in their sleep and found, when they awoke in the morning they were in the exact same position.
"That definitely didn't take a week or two; it only took one more night."
"Surprising isn't it."
"Anything else you found annoying." Fred opened his mouth to reply then quickly shut it again turning bright red. "What?"
"Nothing, it's nothing."
"Do I," Hermione paused, ducking her head slightly, "snore?"
"Yes,"
"What?"
"When I said yes, I actually meant no!"
"Fred," Hermione buried her face in his chest.
"It's not like it's loud or anything. George snores like a bear and you can hear him three rooms and closed doors away." Hermione giggled at this. "Yours is more like a butterfly shouting at humming birds."
"What?" She was now smothering full on laugher.
"I don't know, it just came out." Fred groaned his whole face red.
"Well, I am happing to be your shouting butterfly."
"And I the humming bird you yell at."
Fred and Hermione from then on would occasionally call each other "butterfly" and "humming bird" respectively. None of the Weasley's or Potter's could make heads or tails of it and eventually gave up.
