A/N: I bring you le second chapter of rambling. It's going to start of very innocent and young and all, so I'm going to change the rating for a while and return it to T after several more chapters. Please review and leave any suggestions you would like or leave your opinions about it. I hope you keep up with me. :D
"Rambling"
by SJRegina
Hermione always found herself rambling whenever in the presence of the one and only Fred Weasley, but that's just how Fred liked it.
Chapter 2: Gryffindor, Gryffindor!
"Finnigan, Seamus!" Professor MocGonoggal called as she directed a sandy-haired boy to a four-legged stool where sat an extremely dirty, patched and frayed pointed wizard's hat.
The moment she saw that it was only a pointed wizard's hat, Hermione's heart beat which was extremely pumping fast relaxed a bit. Not until she saw the boy that she had bumped into smile and wave at her from the Gryffindor table. Hermione blushed at the ginger boy's actions and couldn't help but smile and wave back shyly.
Just as her heartbeat was returning back to normal, "Granger, Hermione!" Her name was called. And she found herself all nervous again.
Relax Hermione Granger. You are a wizard, there's absolutely nothing to be afraid of. Breathe in, breathe out. You're only going to be sorted into a house, YES, that's it! Perfectly harmless.
Everybody was silenced and staring at Hermione Granger. She kept rambling, oblivious to the fact that she was mouthing her thoughts out loud. Muffled sounds of supressed laughter and giggles could be heard. But she didn't seem to notice this whilst running toward the stool. She sat at the stool confidently and jammed the hat eagerly to her head hoping to just get it over with.
Hermione's eyes were frantically searching for the boy she had bumped into earlier, realizing she was more confident whenever she looked at him. Her eyes looked back and forth from the Gryffindor table desperately searching.
Where is he? Where is he?
"Ahhh, great potential for Ravenclaw I see in you." , the Sorting Hat spoke to her loud enough for only her to hear making her forget about the search for the boy. She was honestly flattered, and scared at the same time of the hat's words. But no, she wanted to be in Gryffindor. She didn't know why. But she just wanted to.
Gryffindor. Gryffindor.
"Gryffindor eh? But with a mind like yours, you could fit well in the house of Ravenclaw." The sorting hat implied.
Gryffindor. Gryffindor.
"Witty and chivalrous, better be..." It took long, slow minutes before the Sorting Hout shouted,
"GRYFFINDOR!" And wild cheers and applause came from the Gryffindor table. She stepped down from the stool grinning like a fool walking towards the Gryffindor table.
"Why hello missy, we've met earlier haven't we? You're the girl who rambled like bonkers!" A voice startled her from behind. As she looked back she saw a boy which EXACTLY looked liked the boy she had met except something was different with this one. His eyes were different, he didn't have that same aura the boy she had bumped to had.
"Oi Gred! Don't scare the bird off!" He elbowed, to what seemed to her, his identical twin brother and beamed at Hermione. This made her blush crimson red, again.
"I haven't really made a proper introduction earlier with your rambling and all, I'm Fred Weasley and this is my twin brother George. Not as good-looking as me but equally mischievous." Fred pointed to his brother and ended the sentence with a wink.
Hermione couldn't help but let out a very girly giggle. But Fred & George didn't laugh at her, instead they looked at her merrily and said,
"Congratulations on getting on Gryffindor!" Fred exclaimed while shaking her hand.
"Where dwell the brave at heart!" George said whilst striking his breast in a very poetic manner.
It seemed like years before Hermione let go of the hand that was shaking hers. But she had to, and let it go hestitantly. Hermione sat on a chair near to them with a smile, she was glad she got into Gryffindor.
She kept thinking how her hand fit so perfectly well in his hands, how it was so warm and comfy and reminded him of home. And his name, Fred.
"Fred," She unconsiously breathed softly, making sure it could only be heard by her. Fred, she rather liked that name. Rather liked the person who owned the name as well.
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