Chapter Two: Awkward Silences
"Hermione, Fred!" Ginny beamed coming into the kitchen with a fussy toddler on her hip, "You look great Hermione," Ginny said wrapping her in a one armed hug then moving on to her brother.
"Happy Christmas," Fred said as he began tickling his nephew under the chin.
"How is James?" Hermione asked standing beside Fred and peering at the baby.
"He's good, at times. Lupin says he is just like his father," Ginny let out a short laugh, "here go to auntie Hermione," Ginny baby-talked.
Hermione felt a slight ting inside as she accepted the toddler. The Weasley's already thought of her as family, and she was fighting with the only person she wanted to be a Weasley with.
"How is everyone?" Fred asked, as a loud boom of laughter came from the sitting room.
"As good as ever, it took less time than usual to sit around and reminisce about the old times," Ginny rolled her eyes, stretching out the arm she had been holding James with.
"Well of course! Come on Hermione," Fred declared, grabbed Hermione's hand as she quickly handed the baby back to Ginny, "We'll be back down in a bit."
"What's wrong with you dimwit?" Hermione ask as Fred dragged her into their room on the second floor. The room looked smaller than before, with one bed cleared off, and the other piled high with boxes, "Oh look how the lovely George just so happened to clean the room," Hermione rolled her eyes setting her purple bag down on the clean bed, which she knew was George's.
"It's not that big of a deal," Fred began setting the boxes in a neat pile beside the bed, which were filled with old things he and George had started making for their joke shop, but never got around to finishing.
"Just another thing to add to my list of Reasons Why I Love George," Hermione took off her pea coat revealing a long sleeved black shirt which fell off her shoulders and showed her ample breasts wonderfully.
"Can we stop fighting?" Fred asked setting the last box on top of the pile.
Hermione looked into his sad hazel eyes, actually feeling remorse, "Well since it is Christmas, and I have an amazing present for you," Hermione smirked as she walked across the room towards Fred, "I guess I can forgive you."
Fred wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist, "Oh amazing eh? More amazing than this?" He smiled one last time before finally kissing her softly on the mouth.
Hermione broke away, "You'll just have to wait and see Mr. Weasley," she smiled before their lips met once again, in a more passionate kiss. Tugging on his shirt, she dragged him backwards until they both fell onto George's bed. Hermione pulled off Fred's coat and shirt as they explored the inside of each other's mouths. "We didn't shut the door," Hermione said while Fred began trailing kisses down her neck until he reached her bare shoulders.
"Everyone's downstairs," Fred breathed between kisses, as he began kissing closer and closer to her breasts, leaving small love bites on the way. She let out an involuntary moan as his hand trailed underneath her shirt. Sitting up, Hermione pulled the shirt over her head revealing a black bra.
Fred smiled again as he pushed Hermione back down on the bed, while his hand crept up and started massaging her breast. Hermione let out another moan as she felt his hard bludge grind into her hip.
"Oh blimey! And in my bed too?" Fred and Hermione quickly pulled away once again, as George walked into the room, "I was going to tell you two it's time for dinner, but it looks like Fred was just about to eat," George winked.
"Oh that was just uncalled for," Hermione yelled pushing the door closed as she held her black shirt in a tight fist. "I cannot believe him."
"I'm sorry," Fred said sitting on the bed, "It could have been anyone, you left the door open."
Hermione's eyebrows shot up to her forehead, "I left the door open?" She yelled, "You're kidding, right? I'm the one that declared it was open."
"Why did you shut it?" Fred asked calmly.
"You said everyone was downstairs."
Fred began fiddling with the blanket on George's bed.
"I can't believe you're taking his side, again," Hermione huffed staring down at Fred.
"He's my brother, what do you expect?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe for you to agree with your girlfriend, and stick up for her."
"Sorry," Fred whispered.
"Why can't we just get some privacy?" Hermione rambled as she pulled the black shirt over her head, and peered in the small mirror at her reflection, "Honestly is it that hard?"
Fred knew these were rhetorical questions and it would probably be best for him to stop answering and let her figure it out herself. Hermione clipped the top half of her hair up, as she readjusted the shirt on her shoulders, "You look really pretty today," Fred suggested as he also put his shirt back on.
"Shove it," Hermione sighed walking out of the room as Fred quickly followed, "If George said anything to anyone else, I will personally kill him."
Hermione looked around the large dinner table, filled with many different kinds of delicious food. Then she looked up at everyone's smiling faces as they dug into the mounds of food on their plates. Mrs. Weasley looked exhausted and sat beside Mr. Weasley whose grin seemed to stretch across his entire face. "Isn't it great that we're all here to share an excellent meal?" He asked with much enthusiasm.
Beside them sat Ron, who just so happened to catch her eye and smiled. She smiled back, he had such a good career now going for him. He was the keeper of the Chudley Cannons and living out his dream. Hermione used to attend every one of his games and that just so happened to be where her feelings for Fred grew. Beside Ron sat Harry who was feeding his son, James, and Ginny who was supervising. On Ginny's left George and Fred barely spoke a word. Lastly, next to Hermione were Fleur and Bill, and their daughter Victoire who had turned two earlier that year.
"I do hope Charlie shows up soon, haven't seen that boy in ages," Mrs. Weasley smiled, as she ate a forkful of mashed potatoes.
"When is everyone else coming?" Ron asked from beside his mother, trying to create some sort of conversation.
"Ahh, probably in the morning," Mrs. Weasley answered.
"What's gotten into you bunch, earlier you couldn't stop talking?" Mr. Weasley asked peering around the table. Everyone concentrated on their plates, trying to avoid his gaze.
George looked up once his father had gone back to eating and sent a slight wink across the table at Ron, who then winked at Ginny, then at Fred. Hermione wondered what this secret Weasley code was, and why she had never noticed it before.
Ron stood up from the table, grabbing his plate. "Great dinner mom, I'm still not feeling well though" he smiled kissing her on the cheek, "see you all tomorrow."
"I'm gonna go finish cleaning our room, so Fred has a spot on the floor," George stood up, following Ron, "Can't let those two too close together, ya know?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, as Fred then stood up too. "Yeah, and I've got to go find extra blankets."
"Well, alright then," Mrs. Weasley frowned, "Have a good night kids."
Hermione followed Fred up the stairs, but instead of going into their room they continued up more stairs. "What are we doing?" Hermione asked hearing footsteps behind them, which she figured were either Ginny's or Harry's.
"We're going to have some fun," he winked and grabbed her hand.
"I'm still mad at you."
"I know, I know, but soon, you'll just forget." Hermione rolled her eyes, as Fred pushed open the door to Ron's attic bedroom.
"Hurry up," George hissed from where he sat cross legged in the corner, with a long glass purple thing in his lap.
Hermione sat down on Ron's orange blanketed bed and took in her surroundings. The bed that used to be across from his was removed, and probably in a guest bedroom. The old posters of the Chudley Cannons that Ron had when he was younger, were now replaced with newer ones, including him. Hermione looked back down at George as Fred lay on his stomach beside her. She finally realized what the long purple thing in George's lap was. "I'm not doing that," Hermione said.
"Come on, it's fun," Fred smiled, as he traced his pinky finger lightly over her thigh.
"It's immature, and stupid," Hermione rolled her eyes, as Harry and Ginny walked in, hands clasped, as they sat down on the floor. "Please tell me you're not into this Ginny?"
"Well we used to do it every year a few days before Christmas, but I don't know, now that I have James," Ginny sighed looking over at Harry.
"It's not gonna hurt him, if his mommy goes a little crazy one night," George smiled, as he took the lighter, and began inhaling out of the top.
"So you just sit around and get high? Great family times," Hermione rolled her eyes once again.
"What's wrong with everyone?" Harry asked, accepting the bong from George.
"Oh yeah!" George smiled, "Hermione is pissed, because I keep walking in on her and Fred, right before they do it," this sent George into a hysterically fit of giggles, while Ginny shot Hermione a suspicious glare. "You should see her face when she's angry," George said through laughs, "it's pretty sexy."
This comment lead to a punch in the side from Ron, Hermione smiled at him. It didn't matter if they were together or not, she would always have small feelings for him. "Here Gin," Harry said obviously not hearing or caring about anything that was just said.
"Um, I think I'll pass, just this once," she stood up, reaching for Hermione's hand, "Hermione and I have a few things to discuss."
Hermione was then dragged to her feet and lead out of the room. "Shut the door behind you, and hey how about we try a locking charm?" George yelled from within the room.
"Yeah Hermione, I thought you were the best witch of your age? You can't even do a simple locking charm?" Ginny joked as she shut the door to Fred and George's room.
"Shut up," Hermione sighed, sitting down on Fred's bed. "The first time, we were doing it in the kitchen," Hermione began kicking her shoes off. Ginny's face looked utterly confused, "well, George wasn't home yet. Then in the bedroom, our wands were too far away, and he just looked so adorable with no shirt on, and pie. Then we were in the moment, so it seemed pointless"
"Okay, he is my brother, I don't need all the details," Ginny laughed.
"Then we came here, and he looked really sorry, so I forgave him. Then of course George walks in and both of us don't have tops on again. It's just so annoying that they're attached at the hip, practically all the time." Hermione lay back and looked up at the wooded ceiling.
"Well they are brothers," Ginny protested.
"He keeps saying that, 'He's my brother,'" Hermione mocked Fred, "But I don't see Ron walking in on you and Harry."
Ginny let out a sarcastic laugh, "Harry and I haven't done anything since before James was born."
"Why, are you two fighting too?" Hermione sat up, looking across at Ginny.
"Well not really, it's just he is always at the ministry doing this and that for them, so he can get his promotion. And once he finally gets home I'm too tired to do anything from taking care of James all day, so we just sort of ride solo," she said the last part quieter.
"Ginny, what is wrong with us?" Hermione laughed, "We both have very attractive men, and neither of us is getting anything."
"Oh I know right?" Ginny and Hermione shared a laugh, "I'll have a talk with George for you, once he comes down from his high."
"Thanks," Hermione said still laughing quietly. "Hey, where does he even get that stuff?"
"Well Dad brought it home a few years back for one of his Muggle Studies projects, and we have been stealing it ever since," Ginny smiled standing up, "I'm gonna go see if there's any left, see you tomorrow!"
"Good luck!" Hermione laughed as Ginny dashed out of the room.
Sorry it took so long for me to update, this past week had been pretty hectic. But now that it's almost Christmas Break, I plan on updating much more frequently.
I'm sorry if you think that James was born a bit too early, but I couldn't find anywhere that said what year he was born in, and I thought he would add to the story. I've worked this out to be in about 2003 if that adds anything to the plot.
Oh and I forgot to add a disclaimer about not owning any of the characters. But you already knew that!
