Hello! I know I said I would publish once a week but since have the first few chapters written I thought I would post them so that readers could get a sense of my writing style and where the story is going. Heres chapter two! Three will probably come tomorrow! Enjoy!

Also if you spot any inconsistencies let me know! I am trying to keep this as close to the books as possible for now.

It took Fred three days to find his Gryffindor courage and tell his mum and dad about his OWL results. He wanted to tell them in person – Merlin help him if Ron, Percy, George, or Ginny overheard. He wasn't quite ready to share his secret with the whole world yet.

"Mum," he said walking into the kitchen. Everyone else had gone to bed an hour ago but he knew his parents would still be up having one last cuppa. "Can I talk to you and dad about something?"

"Of course, Freddie," she said standing. "Let me get you a cup."

"Everything alright, son?" his dad said pulling out a chair.

"Yeah, I've just got some news – good news, great news, about my OWL's."

"How? Results don't come out for another two weeks," Molly said handing him his cup.

"Professor McGonagall wrote me. I did so well that they thought I cheated. I didn't – cheat that is."

"Well," Arthur said, "how did you do?"

"I got seven owls: O's in Potions, DADA, Charms, and Transfiguration. E's in Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, and Astronomy."

His parent's eyes widened.

"Wait," he said stopping them from speaking. "She also wrote about George. He didn't do too well, and I haven't told him yet and I don't know how."

"How did he do?"

"McGonagall wouldn't say. I don't think she could. I don't know how to tell him, I don't want him to feel different. Were twins, were supposed to be the same."

"Oh Freddie," his mum said hugging him. "You and Georgie are twins, and brothers and best friends, but you are not the same person. I know I'm not always the best of reminding you of your individuality and I'm so sorry if we've ever made you believe that we're not proud of the wonderful two completely separate people you are."

"Son, where are proud of you, no matter what," his dad said laying a hand on his shoulder. "And no matter the results of your O.W.L's because we know that we raised you to always try your best and that trying your hardest is all you need to do to make us proud."

"That's what Hermione said."

"Hermione? Granger?"

Fred nodded. "That the friend I asked permission to go have lunch with the other day. She's going to help me with my studies this year."

"That's wonderful," his mum said grinning.

"She took me to muggle London to get all these muggle school supplies. She calls them her secret weapon to do well in school. It's how she stays so organized. She invited me over on Saturday for lunch and to learn how to use them all. I was hoping one of you could apparate me there. If that's all right?"

"Of course," his dad said, his grin splitting from ear to ear. "A real muggle neighborhood. I can't wait!"

"Thanks, dad."

"And don't you worry about Georgie, ok sweetheart? We will all cross that bridge when we come to it."

"We're so proud of you."

Four days later found Fred and his dad standing at the front door of Hermione's house. From his spot in front of the door, he could count three floors and could see a large bay window and a small stone terrace. As pretty as it looked Fred couldn't imagine living there. There was no grass for quidditch and the houses were too close together.

Moments later, a woman with dark bushy brown hair and blue eyes opened the door. "Hello," She smiled. "You must Fred, and Arthur it's lovely to see you again."

Arthur nodded, "likewise Michelle, thank you for allowing Freddie over for the afternoon."

"Of course," she said moving so that the pair could enter. "We don't get the opportunity to meet many of Hermione's magical friends. Arthur, Hermione said you might have some questions about muggle life, would like to join Ian and me for tea?"

"That sounds lovely."

Michelle turned to Fred, "Hermione's room is down the hall, second door on the right. You can't miss it, sweetheart."

Hermione's mum was right, it would be hard to miss a bright red door with gold stripes making it seem like a present waiting to be unwrapped. "Nice door," Fred said turning the knob.

Hermione sat up from her position on the bed. Fred noticed Crookshanks resting on Hermione's pillow. The furry kneezle opened his eyes briefly before turning and resuming what imagined to be a wonderful cat nap.

"What are you reading?" He asked glancing at the book she placed on the bed.

Hermione's eyes widened and her cheeks turned red, "Oh, it's a muggle book my mum got me. It's called Cross Stitch. It's kind of historical fiction, meets science fiction, meets um, romance. It's actually pretty good. It's part of a series, she got me the second one too. The third one comes out in December I believe. I want to finish the second one before we go back to school so I can focus on school work and not what Claire – the main character – is doing as she travels through time."

"Sounds…interesting?"

"It's weird but good," Hermione said placing a piece of paper in between the pages of her book. "You ready to lean all of my secrets?"

"Let's do this!"

Two hours and a short lunch break later Fred's new school supplies were packed away in a rucksack along with a cheat sheet on how to use everything in case he forgot in between now and when they boarded the Hogwarts express. He had to admit, some of the supplies were exciting and a part of him couldn't wait to use them – his favorites had to be spiral notebooks, no more crumbled and torn parchment in the bottom of his bag, and pens, no more broken ink bottles and ink getting on everything. Hermione had even promised to show him a transfer spell once the got back to school. You could write your essays out on the lined notebook paper then transfer it to the parchment the professors required you to turn your work in on. She said that the lined notebooks were the true reason was always able to write with perfectly straight lines on her solid parchment.

Arthur, Michelle, and Ian were all still sitting on the couch talking when the pair emerged.

"How did it go?" Ian Granger asked handing his daughter his cup of tea.

"Really well," Hermione smiled taking a sip. "I'm looking forward to having a study partner this year."

"Me too," Fred nodded.

"Hermione darling," her mother said. "Mr. Weasley has invited you to the - I'm sorry what it's called again?"

"The Quidditch World Cup," Arthur said placing his cup down. "I won a private viewing box for the Finals at work. There enough space for the entire family and more. We're going to bring Harry as well."

"I'd love too! Thank you!"

"Alright, we'll be back to collect you on Friday morning," Arthur said standing. "OWL results are supposed to come on Saturday and I thought you'd like to be around for when they come. We'll be getting Harry on Sunday morning and leaving early on Monday by Portkey to the tournament."

"I'll be ready."

"Also," Arthur said, "Ron will be writing soon asking you to come, so be sure to act surprised."

"Will do, Mr. Weasley. Bye Fred! See you all on Friday!"

Then with a crack, Arthur, and Fred apparated out of the Granger home.

"Hermione?" Her mum asked. "Can you explain Quidditch again? And what's a portkey?"

Mr. Weasley was right before Hermione had gone to bed there was a letter from Ron sitting on her bed and sleeping Errol on her desk. To her surprise, there was a letter from Fred as well. She quickly wrote out her response to Ron before opening the letter from Fred.

Hey Hermione,

Everyone is starting to notice that I've been disappearing. Dad and I

had to make up a lie to explain where we were all afternoon. I feel bad

lying but I'm not ready to explain everything yet, especially to George.

That's not the only reason I'm writing of course, Did you notice I am

using my new pens? It's so much easier than using a quill and ink.

I wanted to say thank you again for all your help. I've been thinking

and I've decided that if it wasn't for your love of rules, you'd make an

excellent prankster. Perhaps I'll learn to follow a few rules this year

and you'll learn to break a few? What do you say?

I hope that when we get back to Hogwarts, we can still talk like we have

been. Its been nice getting to hang out and be just Fred, instead of half

of Gred and Forge.

I also have a question. George and I have been working on some products

For our shop. We're trying to make these prank sweets. We just perfected

One called Ton-Tongue Toffee. It makes your tongue swell so it's

difficult to talk. The next thing we working on is called fever fudge.

When you eat the candy, it can cause the eater to have a get a

Slight fever. Nothing too bad, just enough to get someone sent out of

class – not that I plan to skip (this year)! We're trying to come up

with an antidote for the sweet, the only issue is that one develop boils on

their hindquarters. And yes, they hurt…. Any ideas? And don't worry we're

being safe, for the most part. The boils disappeared after a day, but it was

a very uncomfortable day. And before you ask, we only test on ourselves

when we positive that nothing bad will happen – unless it's these boils. Help?

Please? It's my turn to test it out next and I feel like I'm going to need my

lower half in the coming days with the Quidditch World Cup approaching.

How's your book? Is Claire still traversing through time? I hope you get to

finish it before you arrive, if not you can always bring it here. I'll show

you this place by the lake that no one goes to, so you can read with no

distractions.

See you on Friday,

Fred

Hermione smiled, spending time with Fred Weasley was not what she thought it was like. Behind the prankster was there was still the same Fred, but he was more thoughtful when he wanted to be. It was fun and perhaps, if Fred could have fun and do well in school she could - maybe – do the same. She books being the resident bookworm, but perhaps she didn't have to just be the bookworm. Pulling out paper and some of her more colorful pens – she would have to bring them to school and share them with Fred, he would love all the bring colors like pink and green and orange – she began to write, and she was happy that she had a lot to say.

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