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Title: Angels in Action: Acquiesce

Author: One-eight

Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 50.2
Prompt: 049. Welcome
Word Count: 2,926
Summary: As one olds so does Wisdom grows. --Can this be applied with match making?
Notes: Act II of the Compilation: Angels in Action, a Fred/Hermione story.
I'm sorry if this sounded judgmental or whatnot, but I needed it for the flow of the story. Keep in mind that I didn't aim the upcoming ranting to anyone in particular. Thank you for understanding! God bless you people!;

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.
Warnings: Written in First Point of View.

Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart.

ACQUIESCE

Angels in Action

Prompt 49: Welcome

Chapter 2

I hate it when people portray me out of my character! Oh, they write me so wrongly! Like honestly? I, imagine, me of all people, banging pots and pans in frustration, spouting ridiculous lines along: scarlet woman and incompatible Granger and Weasleys?

Just because one Hermione Granger and Fred Weasley became a couple doesn't mean I'll become ballistic and interfering! What do they think of me? A horrible woman, that's what. Sure, I got angry to Hermione before, who wouldn't? With the way that fraud of a reporter wrote lies about her?

And really, though Hermione and Ronald didn't end up together, it's not a good excuse to make me cross with Fred and her.

Oh of course, I was surprised! I am a hypocrite if I tell you other wise. Like that shell-shocked type of thing but it wears off after a while. One dose of their interactions would tell you all what I'm blabbering about.

Fred and she are like those star-crossed lovers. Bound by destiny and fate… their relationship guided by the God and angels. Oh, truly smitten with each other and full of passion and chemistry…. To be young and in love… I sigh dreamily thinking once again of the day when I was-

Okay, anyway, back to my rant. I'm sure you're sickened and gagged with the mushiness and fluffiness of the scenario I'm weaving in your heads. As I said, I would never oppose them like what others oh-so-subtly shown.

No, they are their own persons. I couldn't think about ever getting in the way of their love. In most cases than not, I'm happy. Overjoyed and ecstatic of this! I dream of having Hermione as family- not this way sure, but I'll never be more than pleased to have her be with who she loves.

And I'll let you on a secret- I wasn't one of those flabbergasted individuals that were surprised. No, I'm actually one who… what's that term? Ah, yes, matched him and her. It only seemed like yesterday if I recall-

(A.A)

"Relax will you, Granger?" Fred teased and I saw Hermione tensed. She stared at him with narrowed eyes and shrilly replied, "Relax Fred?!" She stood and crossed her arms in front of her chest, "Fred! The O.W.L.S is just months away and I haven't even got to review Hogwarts: A history!" She sent him a deadly look that could have been a clue for him to stop. Instead of stopping however, he shrugged and said, "You already memorized that book by heart Hermione."

"Memorized?" She echoed still high-pitched, a tone I don't usually hear from her. She only spoke like that when she's in a tryst with Ron, if I remember correctly. He nodded solemnly and lazily flipped the pages of the book.

Silence filled the room, the only things I heard were her ragged breathing and Fred's soft humming.

"Of course not yet!" her declaration minutes later shocked me and I clutched a hand to my heart to keep into from pounding so fast. Hermione do know how to surprise a person.

"I can't even remember how many awards the school gave, on what year and also who got them. How many portraits and floor tiles Hogwarts had!" She stomped not so lady-like in my opinion and glared at him.

"As if that would be asked," He replied nonchalantly with the said book dangled carelessly on one hand. He slumped into the sofa and balanced the book precariously on to the top of his head.

Honestly, I thought the only pigheaded one in the family was Ron. Now, I think I'm greatly mistaken. If glares could kill, Fred would be nothing but a pile of ashes right this instance.

I know I could have stepped in there and then—but the show is too entertaining to resist. It's not everyday that I see Hermione getting riled up with a Weasley twin. So I simply leaned and watched them on the crack of the door.

Fred's back was on me but I bet he had a mischievous look because Hermione's face turned red.

"Fred, hand me the book now," she stepped closer to him as she said this. She held out an arm and swooped down to retrieve the book. He dodged her by moving on the other side the last minute that Hermione could do nothing but land face first to where he was previously seated.

"Damn quidditch skills," I heard her mutter which I suppose, caused Fred to burst into laughter. "Sorry Hermione," he said in an unapologetic tone barking with mirth. I saw him stood abruptly, smiling and still holding the book triumphantly, when she pounced on him again. She groaned and smacked a hand into her forehead.

That must have hurt.

"Fred!" Her voice was laced with obvious frustration.

"Hermione!" He mimicked in a small girly voice. She sighed, "Please Fred? I promise you, I'll do you a favor if you do." She remained sitting but she had an arm outstretched.

He grinned victoriously and held the book tauntingly, "A favor so you say? Now you're talking, dearest."

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Whatever the favor Hermione expected, it wasn't what Fred asked. I know, because I was surprised too! I heard Ginny and her talk about it one night afterwards…

(D.D)

"Ready Granger?" he asked after she had donned in her jacket. The weather was freezing cold since it is Christmas Holidays, and both wore layers of thick coats and sweaters prescribed by the home healer; at your service. I knew I have always wished to become a healer back on my youthful days… the feeling of being able to advice, being in charge and prescribing all those potions… oh well…

Snow covered the ground and the usual view of the gnomes running was no where to be seen. The sun had long set and only the lamplights on the nearby town illuminated the area.

I was near the door knitting sweaters as they leave off for the meeting with Fred and George's supposed to be investors for the joke shop. I was spying on the tw0, with my knitting as an undercover medium.

Hermione nodded. She stared at him and dryly replied, "Remind me again on how you dragged me into this?"

Fred chuckled good naturedly as he patted her on the shoulders, "All's fair in love and war 'Mione!."

Hermione shook her head after rolling her eyes. "Well? What are you waiting for?" She asked when he didn't move from his earlier spot. I saw him gave her an appraising look, his eyes turning dazed.

"Fred?" she questioned and waved one hand over him. "Fred?"

He snapped out of his trance and smiled roguishly. "Have I told you that you look amazing Granger?" he said cheekily which caused her to blush.

I hid back a smile and tried to continue on my merry way of tracing the letter H for Hermione's sweater. I kept my ears and eyes open for her retort however; getting bits of Fred's flirting and Hermione becoming frustrated with every seconds passing. And when I looked back at the sweater, I gasped and suddenly halted. I was surprised to see another letter imprinted in there.

"Shut up, Fred!" She mumbled afterwards, cheeks still pink and opened the door ready to leave off. He on the other hand wasn't paying attention; he stared at me and winked. I gaped and held a hand to my heart, so much for trying not to get noticed.

When I regained my composure I soon discovered that they were already out of the burrow. "Take care of her Fred!" I shouted to him after they waved a hearty good bye.

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What happened next? That I don't know. All I'm aware of is that they went home before curfew; Hermione with an undeniable blush (that wonderful shade of red Ginny told me off- Pinkish to be specific) and Fred, a silly grin pasted to his mouth. I smiled on mysteriously as I listened to Fred goading her. "Told you it was enjoyable, Hermy!" The boy certainly had fun. She glared at him, "Oh please! It was horrible! The investor just has to mispronounce my name!" She turned to her best friends and added, "He's worse than Grawp I tell you!"

The only answers she got was Ron laughing so hard that he needed to hold the sofa to steady himself, Ginny giggling and Harry stifling his amusement with a hand, still looking teasing nonetheless.

Oh things did not end there I tell you… the most interesting part of their romance came Christmas Holiday of Hermione's seventh year. By that time then, I couldn't do anything but accept the fact that the twins didn't finished their schooling.

(O.o)

"Bloody hell women! I'm sick not dying, enough of this frolicking!" Fredrick shrieked… well, croaked out the words as much as he can to stop me and Hermione from checking up on him every minute. "Fred!" I admonished pressing my lips and setting my hands on my hips. "Sorry…" he weakly apologized, "it's just that instead of making me feel comfortable…. You guys make me feel dizzier." He sunk deeper into the bed to prove his point. I shook my head and sighed wistfully. "Sorry mrhhmm…." His words were muffled by a yawn.

"Oh Fred!" I exclaimed and deftly kissed him on the forehead. I didn't know I was making him feel all that. I took his hand and softly squeezed it. "Do take a rest, honey." He nodded obediently and gave a feeble tug in return. I gave out a little nervous smile, showing my apprehension of leaving him. It was his turn to shake his head and he had his usual grin though it was obviously strained, that I can't help taking his hands fully into my own.

We were all worried about him. I thought that we almost lost him from that horrible dreadful disease. And because I was immersed in worry and trepidation of his welfare, I hadn't fully cared enough to get into the details of his sickness. Hermione, I'm sure knows all about it though. She's a brilliant witch really. I owe her greatly too, if it wasn't for her… who knows we may have been too late. She was the first person to approach Fred about the 'disease'. Seeing as he is one stubborn Weasley, he disregarded her suspicions. Two days passed and instead of getting better, he got worse that we finally decided to use force to get him to St. Mungo's.

Thank heavens too! The healers said that if we had come days later, things would have become more complicated than it was. I couldn't help but hug Hermione whilst crying tears of happiness. Fred had been so thin, so frail… so… unlike him that… Oh, I sniffed. Talking about that still makes me feel so blessed to still have Fredrick right now.

My! Where was I? I guess I tend to get carried away… I know you people are itching to know the continuation of my tale. Without further ado, let's get back to the story…

I let go of his hands and turned to the girl sitting on the other side of the bed. I opened my mouth, ready to ask her if she would like to accompany me out but he beat me into it, "Can you stay for a minute, Hermione?" It seemed like she didn't expected it too her eyes widen, nevertheless she nodded and smiled to me. "Oh dear, I'll just have to keep going then," I smiled back and with these words approached the door.

"Why?" His question got me curious and I halted my hand which was already at the door knob to listen for the continuation. "It—it was my fault Fred!" She said, quivering when she spoke his name. "I… mean if I hadn't been idiotic enough to invite you under the pounding rain. I should have known of all the people! I'm very sorry for all the troubles I caused..." She lowered her head and I noticed what seemed to be like tears drop fall into her crossed hands which was just shaking a few moments ago.

She was greatly concerned about him too. I remember that aside from listening to the healers about the sickness she was there with me waiting for Fred to get fine. She only left his side when Ron and Harry forced her to take a rest. Those eye bags in her eyes are the ultimate proof; and believe me, she has not yet opened even one single school book after he was confined.

Fred's eyes soften and he feebly tucked a hand under her chin, meeting their eyes. He used his other free hand to wipe the tears away and said, "Nobody blames you, Hermione."

"But... I…" she retorted but I heard no more as I closed the door softly with a click. I beamed and wiped the crystalline drops of liquid, I wasn't aware I've shed. Ah love…

xxxxxx

With those thoughts as I walked down the stairs… I fully have seen the possibility that is Fred and Hermione.

I spent the rest of the days mulling about the two that my cookies ended up in heart-shapes and the other sweaters I rushed to knit came out with F/Hr prints instead of the names of the family members they were supposed to have. I started thinking of appropriate baby names for the two, the personalities of those children, will they be a book worm like their mother or would they follow the path of their father, always wanting to make people happy? I tried to imagine what would be the state of the Fred Weasley household, a pure hilarity that's what… Hermione running around with a pan in hand, looking for her husband and children, ready to chastise them for another prank played; the said people hiding in the backyard and laughing all along while looking out.

Wouldn't that be a nice image to paint? I sighed contentedly a smile playing on my lips. What would I do to ensure this lovely picture? I pondered on, my knitting left hanging as I walked to the window and stared off into the distance.

How can I help Hermione and Fred?

I let out another sigh. If only the situation was a bit more like mine it would all be just as easy. I shook my head in frustration; there may be one thing I can do to help. Hm… First find a common ground. I'm sure she and he have something in common too. Books and pranks are totally out of the picture… rules? No. Inventions? Sure it's possible; even she is undoubtedly amazed by the brilliance of the twins! But, nah… it wouldn't make an effective bonding moment. They needed to have George with them; that is how the twin works.

I studied the living room and checked some items that would take my interest. There's the books, cooking, music, muggle contraptions, fake wands, my knitting. If only I can find one good thing that would positively make them spend time together. Animals? No, no Crookshanks would only cause mayhem instead of the absolutely romantic ambiance I really had in mind. I released one more sigh and went back to my previously forgotten work.

Matchmaking isn't easy as it sounds… if only, if only things like this are just like sock matching, having to pair up which color goes with that shade: black or white… and all those easy uncomplicated stuffs . Yes, yes what would I give to have a solution such as easy like that?

Wait a minute…

Socks…?

That gave me an idea!

(U.U)

"Why?" he said exasperatedly, "are you kind of sick? Have I actually spread the bug? Mu-"

"Fred Weasley!" I snapped and pointedly glared at him. Honestly, I swear children of this generation… mothers ought to teach them good manners and right conduct.

"Sorry," he meekly said and added under his breathe, "But honestly who in their right mind would require a man to learn how to knit?"

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Yup! That was my ingenious plan. Wasn't that awesome? After much bribes, threats and persuasion, I was able to make Fred succumb to what I wanted him to do. It wasn't simple, I tell you. The people from the past had been true geniuses to leave men out of the equations in knitting, tailoring or all those sorts that have connection with such. It took Fred too many wasted yarns to be able to make a decent sock for a house elf.

He told me- or rather I urged him that he should use what he learned to spend time with our bookworm dearest. He looked on disturbingly and skeptically, his eyebrows rising than normal height: He clearly didn't think it would work.

And know what happened? You don't? Well, I know obviously and I'm more than glad to share it to you…

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A school owl went past the windows and approached me; it nipped my outstretched finger affectionately asking for a treat. I maneuvered my way to the kitchen and looked for one. It left off a minute after, taking the sweets tucked in it's mouth.

I looked at the letter in my hand; a familiar untidy scrawl was scribbled containing my name.

It was a short note,

The letter read:

It worked! Thanks Mum!

You're the best!

Your-so-much loving son,

Forge-

Who would have thought Fred Weasley; willingly knitting socks for house elves in the open?

I grinned, beaming.

What can I say?

Mothers know best! ;)

t.b.c.