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Fred waited outside his bedroom door for George to step out, knowing he would wake up any second.
"Georgie!" He started straight away. George's eyes widened in shock until he saw his twin standing there.
"What?" He demanded.
"Hermione is absolutely brilliant. She figured out what was wrong with the Water Wands and the Frestorm Fireworks."
"You're kidding?" George's eyes lit with excitement.
"No, I'm not. See?" He opened the notebook and turned to the correct page, showing George the changes Hermione had made. George scanned the page, nodding silently to himself, before his face widened in a grin the same as Fred's.
"Where is she? She deserves the hug of the century."
"Who does?" They both turned at the voice and George stepped forward, enfolding her shoulders in a massive bear-hug.
"You wonderful witch!" He exclaimed. "You magnificent, fantastic witch!" He broke apart from her and grasped her shoulders. "How would you like a job?"
"George!" Both Hermione and Fred shouted at the same time. George turned to Fred first.
"Come on, Freddie boy, we need her. She's perfect." George told his brother, smiling ear to... the other side of his face. "She can figure stuff out that we can't." He turned back to Hermione, still holding her shoulders. "How 'bout it, 'Mione?"
"But I haven't finished school. And I haven't got a resume and-"
"No problem, it's called distance education. And we don't need a resume. You're hired." Fred caught on and jerked out his hand to her, half mockingly, half serious. He waited for her to shake his hand.
"I'll need to think about it." She said quickly, before turning around and walking away down the hall.
Fred found Hermione later on that day sitting on a lawn chair, clutching Ron's broom while her shoulders shook. He jogged over next to her, sitting down on the bench beside her. She jerked her head up in surprise, then quickly wiped away her tears, giving a watery smile.
"I'm fine. Really, I'm fine," She told him, nodding her head. Fred didn't say anything for a few moments, before lowering his hand to hers, giving an encouraging smile.
"He was my brother, Hermione. I understand. It's okay." He told her. Tears welled in her eyes again and she folded in on herself, letting the tears come unchecked. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and held her head to his chest, silently waiting for her to finish.
"I just never expected this." She cried, her voice breaking twice. "I was prepared for Harry. I thought it was going to be Harry. But I never thought that Ron would be the one we had to bury. I never thought that." Fred swallowed the lump in his throat, knowing his tears would not help this situation. "Why him? Why Ron? What was the point?"
"I don't know, Hermione. I can't tell you that."
"I know I shouldn't be feeling this way. He wasn't my family. He was yours and I should be comforting you. But I just miss him so much." Her sobs were quieter now, nothing more than a few tears and sniffs, but Fred kept holding her all the same.
"It's understandable, love. It's alright." Fred kept holding her, rocking her slightly in his arms, until she had stopped crying, and even then, he was reluctant to let her go. "You alright?"
"Yeah," She replied, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She looked down at the broom she was still holding. She moved to give it to Fred, but he stopped her.
"Keep it," He said. "It's yours. Mum won't mind." She hugged it to her chest, smiling a gentle smile. She stood up and walked back to the house, keeping a hold of the broom the entire time. Fred stayed outside for a few minutes longer, before following her back inside.
Hermione quickly walked down the stairs to the kitchen, smelling the burning coming from that general direction. Fred and George hunched over a cauldron they had set up on the table, hastily looking over Fred's notebook, arguing between each other.
"You put the Tremera Juice in with the Crumfel Powder, didn't you?" She accused, coming over to stand in front of the cauldron. "I told you a hundred times not to do that, didn't I?" She pushed them both out of the way and started to throw in powders and twigs, cutting up huge, berry like things into slices and adding those in as well. "You did what I specifically said not to do, didn't you?" Even to her, her voice sounded irrationally angry, so she shut up and set to work. Before long, the potion was back to the colour it was supposed to be; a deep, almost red, pinky colour. "Have you got the moulds?" She asked. They were sheepishly supplied by a very apologetic looking George. She took the moulds, but ignored the look. She started pouring the goopy mixture into the moulds and set them aside. "They'll need about four to five days to set properly, but they should do the trick now." She finished with just a hint of irony.
"Thanks Hermione," Fred said, planting a kiss on her cheek as George went to go put the moulds somewhere safe. "I promise you're safe from pranks for a week." She tried to fight back the smile that threatened, and failed miserably.
"I think I deserve at least a month,"
"Two weeks. Final offer." She sighed good-naturedly.
"Fine. Deal." They mockingly shook hands on it and a tentative friendship began.
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