Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't been updating for a while, I just got on the computer today! *sees angry mob and shrinks away* He he...anyway, not my longest chapter but definitely a long one (in my opinion at least)! Oh, I need some ideas, by the way. I need some action, preferably during the dance. Any ideas, PM me! Check out Katalina Weasley's story, Katalina Weasley and the Legend of the Veela after you read this chapter. You won't regret it! Enough of my babbling...here's chapter 4!
DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I own nothing at all...except a poster and 3 books. That sucks.
I watched as she ran to her class in a hurry, looking frantic. Honestly, I didn't think a fell cone was interesting...or was it cell phone? I didn't remember.
Hermione kept popping up in my dreams. For every night the last two months, she would just appear out of no where. I recalled last nights dream...
I was playing Quidditch, and Gryffindor was winning. I was a Beater, along with George. Harry was Seeker as per usual, and Ron was Keeper. Honestly, dream Ron wasn't to shabby. Ginny was one of the two Chasers, and someone else was the other. She turned to me-it was Hermione! She didn't like riding on brooms, but here she was, playing Quidditch with everyone else against the Slytherins. Bloody hell, she was good. The game went on for hours, and she hadn't fallen off the broom yet. Suddenly, Malfoy came and knocked her off the broom. Fury pulsed through my body as he called after her, "Mudblood!" I took my club and beat him with it-I was a Beater, after all-then went to catch Hermione. I ended up catching her, Harry caught the snitch, and I almost kissed Hermione again! Then I woke up.
Mentally smacking myself, I hurried into the unneeded potions class, five minutes late.
"Glad you could join us, Mr. Weasley." Snape sneered when I entered. "Five points from Gryffindor." I gritted my teeth, sitting next to George in our usual seats and worked on the potion-Draught of Living Death, did he think we were fourth years or something?-until class ended.
"Homework: one foot essay on why getting Draught of Living Death is so important. Dismissed." Snape said in a bored voice, and I emptied my cauldron, wanting to get out of there. I honest to goodness despised that class.
"Fred, what's up?" George asked me, running to keep up with my quick pace. "You seem a bit off today, mate."
"It's nothing." I muttered, and George shrugged. Though I told him everything, he accepted the fact that there were some things I wanted or had to keep to myself. Since he was the same way, he never argued.
Why was I mad, anyway? All I had thought about was the dream Hermione had been in...and that must be it. I had saved her from serious injury or even death, Gryffindor had won the house cup (again...I swear, Harry is a bloody brilliant Seeker), and we had almost kissed...
"Fred." she had said, smiling at me dreamily. I almost smiled at the memory. Almost.
"Fred..." Hermione's voice said again, and I could've sworn she was here right now.
"Fred!" Hermione shouted, and I turned around to see non-dream Hermione, looking confused and slightly annoyed at my lateness of answering.
"And how may I help you this fine afternoon, Miss Granger?" I said, adding my famous goofy smile into the act. George smiled, glad to see the old me back. Hermione laughed, and her laugh sounded like bells. Ugh, I'm falling for Granger! Dad had seen a Muggle video on this thing called YouTube, based on Harry's life...probably the work of a Seer, predicting the future. Anyway, it was a musical. What was the one song? Oh, it went something like...Falling in love, falling in love, falling in love...with Hermione Granger. Wow, that described me right now.
"Anyway, I actually need help. See, I know all the fifth year spells, and McGonagall wants me doing seventh year work. Since I don't know all of those, I need either one of you to help me." Hermione explained, and I snapped out of my trance. Bowing a silly bow, I said, "I would be more than happy to assist the lady." I looked up from my bow (which George had mimicked), moving my eyebrows up and down. Hermione practically beamed.
"Great! So...four? On Saturday, in the library. Don't be late!" she called as Harry and Ron passed by, coming from Divinition, and went to join her best friends. George stared at me with a look in his eyes. I eyed him suspiciously.
"What?" I finally asked.
"You like Granger!" he stated, obviously not a question. My jaw literally dropped.
"What? N-no, of course not!" I lied, but George didn't buy it. We knew all of each others lying tricks, so it was hard lying to each other.
"Stuttering and avoiding eye contact, mate. You're lying." George said simply, walking to the Fat Lady. I followed him, reaching in my pocket for some Snivelling Snackboxes. Maybe I'll get out of Herbology next, I thought.
"Password?" the Fat Lady asked.
"Hagrid's Hut!" we both exclaimed, and the portrait opened. Once inside, we sat at a table and George looked at me, expecting an answer.
"Fine I've liked her for...two months now?" I said, unsure of how long I had liked her. Probably since the first dream.
"What dream?" George asked, and I looked at him.
"Did I say that out loud?" I asked, and he nodded.
"Every word, mate." he confirmed, and I sighed.
Here we go, I thought, and I started telling my twin everything.
Well, that's the end of chapter 4! Pretty long in my opinion. So, review review review! It would make me super super super happy! Like, I'll be smiling until school ends June 8th happy. Don't deprive me of that oppertunity! Review! Don't forget to check out Katalina Weasley and the Legend of the Veela! You won't regret it! I'm serious. Look it up. LOOK IT UP! *gives serious face*
