Who's ever seen The Princess Bride?


"I am not left handed!" Was what greeted Fred as he Floo'd into Hermione's apartment, his twin George close behind. Hermione looked over the back of her couch and grinned at them.

"Hi!" she smiled before turning back to her movie as a sword fight continued on the screen. George hurled himself into the chair, having Fred lean against the back of the couch as they stared at the screen.

"What're you watching?" Fred asked her as Crookshanks reached up and patted him on the face, purring.

"The Princess Bride – watch it with me," she said, having him step over the back of the couch to sit next to her.

They sat there and watched as Inigo was knocked to the ground by the man in black, the latter running off to confront the giant, Fezzik, who was choked to unconsciousness. He ran off to find Vezzini, a blindfolded Buttercup awaiting patiently to die (Hermione scoffed at her – "I'd be screaming if that was me.")

"Let me explain," the man in black started.

"There's nothing to explain. You're trying to kidnap what I've rightfully stolen," Vizzini said calmly.

"What?" George blinked.

"Buttercup was kidnapped by Vizzini to start a war by blaming her death on Guilder – she's the prince's bride," Hermione explained.

"So she's a princess?" Fred wrinkled his nose, "I thought princesses would be prettier."

"Well, she wasn't born as a princess – she was a farm girl, and she was actually chosen because she was pretty," Hermione giggled.

"The whole village must be full of dogs then," Fred chuckled as Crookshanks took to hitting his nose repeatedly, making him frown at the cat.

Vizzini gasped, "What in the world could that be?"

The man in black turned, "What? Where? I don't see anything." Vizzini switched the wine as his back was turned, and once he turned back around the bald headed man was chuckling.

"Vizzini seems like a Slytherin to me," Fred commented, making Hermione bump him with her knee. "What? I think he is!"

" – Never go against a Sicilian when DEATH is on the line! Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha - !" Vizzini stopped laughing suddenly and toppled over to the ground, making George and Fred blink before Fred started to laugh himself.

"The idiot!" he grinned as Hermione and George got quieter, "That's bloody brilliant! I didn't see that coming! I – what's wrong?"

"You could've died laughing, Fred," George answered as Hermione took to leaning against him, "We'll be fine in a few minutes, but just – "

"We almost lost you," Hermione said quietly, "We're still working on getting over it."

Fred nodded and watched the movie in silence, up until Westley awoke with an albino in his face.

"The bloody hell?" he asked, "Who came up with this?"

"Shh," Hermione scolded, placing her hand over his mouth, "I love this movie."

George's head began to loll back before he snapped it back up with a snort, checking his watching before standing up and stretching, "If I don't leave now, my significant other will kill me. Ugh. Bye."

"Bye," they called out as the roar of the Floo was heard.


After the movie was over and Fred had cooed over 'true love' and 'miracles' and 'happily ever afters,' they'd taken to watching 'manly' Muggle movie that Fred had simply picked out from the cover.

"Why is there kissing?" he asked Hermione as she painted her toenails as he watching Indiana Jones kiss some blonde lady by the use of tugging her back with his whip.

"Because everybody needs love," she answered, waving her toes in the air as she capped the nail-polish and set it on the coffee table.

Fred hummed and watched as she flipped around and set her legs over the back of the couch. She'd changed from jeans and a t-shirt to her pajamas, which were shorts and a different t-shirt. She currently had her eyes closed, letting Fred survey her as she sighed.

"Y'know, maybe I can find a Westley someday."

Fred frowned down at her lips before smirking, "What about a Weasley?"

She snorted and opened her eyes to roll them, "Oh, yeah, like I'd ever go back to Ron. I'd rather date Filch than go through that again."

He frowned a little, "What about somebody else?"

"Who?" she asked as she inspected her nails, obviously not realizing that he was still talking about the Weasley family. "Hey, hand me the nail-polish, I think I messed up on one."

"As you wish," he answered, making her freeze once he handed it to her. She glanced up at him, seeing his smirk.


"And that's the story of how Hermione and Fred got together," he said, closing the book as his grandson stared at him, absorbing this information.

"Hey, Grandpa?" he asked as he began to pack his things.

"Yes?"

"Can you come and read it again tomorrow? I mean, if you want to," he said bashfully, making him smile against his moustache.


Gotta love the Princess Bride and Indiana Jones references! The winner of last chapter's contest thingy is – DominoTyler and MrsFredWeasley21!

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