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The springs were creaking, groaning under all the weight, but he didn't care. He gave a loud sigh, the creaking still going on. Creak, creak, creak, creak….

He loved jumping up and down on his bed. He always had, ever since he was a kid. His mother had, of course, told him to get down. Once he got bigger and couldn't use magic, he was crushed. But once he could, he soon realized that he could raise the ceiling so he could jump as high as he want. After he fell off and onto the floor a couple of times, he realized that he could soften the floor and other furniture pieces as well.

This is usually what he did to think.

"What to do?" he hummed, bouncing a little higher and staring out of the window, paying no mind to his across-the-alley-neighbor, who had since then been convinced that Fred and his twin were crazy.

"What to do with what?" a voice said from the doorway, making him yelp and fly off his bed, crashing onto the floor.

Of all the days to forget to soften the thing though….

"Oh, Fred!" Hermione cried, flying over to his side, "Are you alright?"

He groaned and rolled over on to his back, incidentally putting his head on her lap. "Always remember to soften the floor. Remember. Always."

"Oh you barmy idiot, why did you jump on your bed?" she asked, tucking a curl behind her ear. "Didn't your mum ever tell you not to?"

"Of course, have you met her?" he snorted, "And, then again, have you met me?"

She sighed, brushing back his hair, "Yes. And you seem alright."

"My head hurts," he muttered, tugging her closer and burying his face into her stomach
as he'd seen Teddy do. Merlin, she smelled great. Like, strawberries. Maybe it was just a normal Hermione-like scent. He'd have to try to duplicate it sometime, it'd be a marvelous perfume for girls not gifted with such a scent.

She laughed, still running her hand through his hair, "Well that's what you get for falling on the floor."

He pulled away from her to frown up at her, "I did not fall – I jumped. I thought I softened it when I didn't, okay?"

She giggled, pushing him off of her to look up at the ceiling. She eyed the bed, then hopped on, shakily looking down at him as he grinned. She smirked back, and started bouncing, humming to herself before she began to sing "One little monkey, jumping on the bed, the monkey fell off and bumped it's head. The mum called the doctor and the doctor said 'no more monkeys jumping on the bed.'"

He stood up slowly, still smiling at her, "Where'd you learn that?"

"I used to jump on my bed all the time when I was little," she answered with a smile, "My mum taught me that song to get me to stop jumping on the bed. I didn't."

He chuckled before noticing that she was slowing her jumps now, looking far-off at his dresser before shaking her head, getting more speed in it. "Thinking about your parents?"

"Yeah," she answered quietly.

"Why can't you just go to Australia and fix them?" he asked.

"Because I hid them so well even I couldn't find them," she snorted before looking sadly at him, "And besides – even if I did find them, I'd never be able to fix them. The spell I used was too strong."

"You really thought you were going to die, didn't you?" he asked in awe.

She dropped to her knees, looking down at her hands before up at him. She'd been scared. She'd been so terrified. Fred blinked as she looked down at the floor and tears started to well up.

"Hey," he said, rushing towards her and pulling her into his shoulder, burying his face into her hair, "Hey, don't cry. I'm sorry. I never should've brought it up. C'mon, let's go back – jumping on the bed, monkeys and all that, right?"

She sniffed and pulled away from him, nodding, "Right." She smiled before wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as he quickly did the same.

At that moment in time, Fred could only think "Monkeys rock."

Just a quick drabble concerning feet. That's what these few will be. Drabbles getting up to the big thing. Meh. *shrug* I rather like it.