Fred's Secret Desire.
I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, they belong to J.K Rowling and I understand that- don't sue me!
A/N: This one is a bit short but - quality not quantity!
Chapter 1: Could it be...?
She turned and flicking her beautiful brown hair back looked in my direction. I looked behind me. I was the only one in her view. She walked like an angel towards me.
"Hello, handsome." she whispered and kissed me full in the face.
Fred woke with a start. He did NOT just have a dream about Hermione kissing him! He looked around the dormitory to see his twin, fast asleep accompanied by the rest of the boys in the room. He sighed and begun to get dressed.
When he finished pulling on his trousers, George stirred.
"Morning, Forge." he sniggered.
"Morning, Gred." George grinned.
"Sweet dreams?" he asked his twin.
"Oh yes. How about you?" he smiled.
"What? No. Course not..." he said nervously.
"What's up with you?" George asked.
"NOTHING." he said sharply.
He didn't get a reply, he looked round and saw George give him a thoughtful look. Fred continued getting dressed.
When they were both dressed. They went down to breakfast and they were one of the first to be there and sat down in their usual place. Soon enough students started to pile in, including his little brother and his friends - Harry and - Hermione.
He noticed she looked particularly beautiful today. He shook his head. You CAN NOT be thinking like this. His little brother grew closer to them and Hermione sat right beside him, she winked at him.
"Hey Fred. Any new jokes?" Hermione said.
"Err... no not really..." Fred said nervously.
"Wow, you need to go to Madam Pomfrey!" she exclaimed, giggling.
Fred helped himself to some bacon and toast. A thousand things running through his head. What is up with you? Your usually joking around! Making fun of your little brother and sniggering with your brother. How can you be thinking of Hermione like this?
George nudged him and pointed at Ron, he was staring at Hermione like she was a dragon that had just shot fire at him. Rather a dazed look...
"Oi, Ron! Something in Hermione's hair?" George shouted.
Ron abruptly stopped staring at Hermione and ate a bit of bacon.
"No... why?" Ron laughed.
"Well you were staring at her like a flipping owl!" George sniggered.
"No I wasn't, git." Ron ears were turning red, the Weasley embarrassment sign.
"Hey, hey, hey! I was only pointing it out!" George said catching my eye.
"Hahaha." he forced a laugh.
"You too, leave off - he am sure he wasn't staring at me..." Hermione said sternly.
Harry caught our eyes. He had seen it too. My heart dropped about 1000 metres. He frowned. Ron loved Hermione, it was obvious. How could he be thinking about Hermione like this?