Chapter Three
I looked up at Fred slightly startled. I tried to hide the longing in my eyes as I dropped my gaze. Harry and Ron looked at Fred and then at me. Harry nudged Ron as if he knew something was going on and suggested that they go to their dorm to finish studying. "Why do we have to go? I need Hermione's help or I'll never get finished.," Ron said slightly annoyed. Harry grabbed his books and parchment and dragged Ron upstairs.
"Hermione, do you mind if we talk somewhere a little more private?" I must have looked confused or nervous or possibly both because Fred chuckled, what a wonderful sound, and said, "Its not like I'm going to bite."
I stood up out of my chair and followed him toward the portrait hole. "I think the library would be a good place to talk wouldn't you?" I couldn't help but follow him. We walked quietly towards the library and once or twice I noticed him try to start a conversation but the words were caught in his throat. We had almost reached the door of the library when Professor McGonagall walked up to us.
"Ms. Granger, have you done your prefect rounds for tonight?" I looked at Fred and then back at professor. "No ma'am I haven't. I was going to get to it as soon as..." Professor McGonagall put up her hand to stop me. "Ms. Granger, I don't want your excuses. Please follow me to my office to get your duties for tonight as well as some paperwork I need you to fill out." She turned and started to walk off and as I followed I turned over my shoulder to give Fred an apologetic look. He actually looked disappointed which made me wonder exactly what he wanted to talk about.
As I followed McGonagall down the corridor I kept thinking about things Fred might have wanted to discuss in the library. Maybe he wanted to confess his love for me. HAHA. What a thought. Only in my dreams I'm sure. He probably just wanted to tell me that he and George were going to be testing new products and wanted to make sure I wasn't going to report them if they tried to use first years as test subjects again. However, I'm not quite sure why we needed to speak alone. Normally, he and George spoke to me together. Now perhaps I would never know what he wanted to say because I was following a teacher down a long corridor in order to do the duties I have been intrusted with while I left the most perfect man in the world by the library.
Professor McGonagall stopped as we got to the door of her office. She must have seen the look on my face because as she turned she commented, "Oh cheer up Ms. Granger. It was only Mr. Weasley. I'm sure you can deal with his mischief later." I wanted to defend him and say no he was not just Mr. Weasley but once again I needed to keep my feelings hidden until I told Fred.
I walked to the Professor's desk where she handed me my list of duties as well as the weekly forms I had to fill out stating that the dorms were clean, nothing was broken, things like that. As I signed my name on the pages I couldn't help but daydream some more. I imagined signing my name as Hermione Weasley as opposed to Hermione Granger and I thought maybe one day that dream would come true.
