Here is chapter 7, I hope you like it and please review at the end.
Chapter 7-
The sun beamed through the curtains and danced across Hermione's sleeping face. She slowly came back into reality and opened a bleary eye. She wasn't in her room. She could feel a heavy weight wrapped around her waist and she was snuggled into something hard. This was definitely not her room.
Opening her eyes fully she realised where she was. 'Why on earth am I asleep on the couch?' Hermione tried to sit up but the weight on her arm brought her back to the sofa. She looked down to find that the 'weight' was in fact an arm. A very muscular, slightly freckled arm that belonged to none other than Fred Weasley.
Now she was completely awake. And panicked. 'Why were we asleep on the sofa…together? What time is it?...oh my god, my parents!' Hermione thought frantically as she tried to wake Fred.
"Fred…pssstt. Wake up, Fred."
"Mmmm….5 more minutes." He groaned, eyes still shut.
"Don't make me do this Fred."
"Do what?"
THWAK.
"Okay, I'm up! No need to hit me Mione."
Hermione tried to sit up again only to remember Fred was still tightly wrapped around her waist. As lovely as it felt to be cuddled up to him, if Hermione's parents saw this then they would have some serious explaining to do.
"Umm, Fred? You kind of have to let go of me now…"
Fred looked down at their bodies and saw his arm. He quickly pulled away and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"Sorry bout that… what time is it?" Fred asked trying to defuse the tension.
'I knew I should have taken her up to bed straight away… maybe then I wouldn't have fallen asleep myself.'
Hermione looked around for the clock. It was only 8:00am. Great, that meant there was a chance that her parents hadn't seen them yet. Robert and Jean Granger were dentists that usually left for work around 10am, and didn't return until 7 in the evening. There was still a slim chance that they hadn't seen Fred and Hermione on the sofa as they would be waking up around now.
"We need to go back to bed and make it look like this never happened, okay? My mum and dad aren't used to seeing there only daughter with boys. Especially older ones they have never met. Now go upstairs and pretend you just woke up, alright?" Hermione pleaded.
"Sure, I don't really fancy having your dad yell at me about how to treat his darling daughter Mione first thing in the morning." Fred chuckled as they headed silently up the stairs.
Fred reached his room and sat on the bed for a few minutes to allow Hermione to go down first. He laid down and sighed. No matter how uncomfortable that couch was, that was probably the best sleep Fred had ever had. And he couldn't help but think that it had something to do with a certain bookworm who had slept with him.
He stood up after a few minutes and headed down to the kitchen. Hermione was already sitting at the table with her parents. Hermione was the spitting image of Hermione. She had the same brown curly hair (all though it was a little shorter) and she had the same dough brown eyes. She was tall and skinny but had a warm smile on her face. Hermione's dad however didn't look as happy. He had darker hair than the woman but still had the 'family eyes'. He eyed Fred suspiciously and continued to eat his breakfast.
'First impressions count Fred.'
Taking a deep breath, Fred strolled into the kitchen. He sat down and smiled at Hermione before clearing his throat.
"Hi I'm Fred Weasley. It's lovely to meet you Mrs. Granger, and Mr. Granger thankyou so much for letting me stay in your home. It was lovely of you to help me out." He smiled sweetly and hoped they couldn't see the nervousness that that smile hid.
"Why it's no problem at all Fred, and call me Jean." She poured him a glass of orange juice and a plate of toast and eggs. He happily accepted and began to eat.
Fred waited to see if Mr. Granger was going to reply but was merely greeted with a small nod so he started to eat.
"So Mione tells us that you need help to study muggles, is that true?"
Fred swallowed his mouthful before replying.
"Yes, my twin, George, and I haven't been doing so well in muggle studies and Mione offered to tutor me for the holiday. George is also staying with a muggle family, so we can both learn."
Mrs. Granger raised her eyebrow slightly and laughed softly. Fred looked confused and Hermione's face matched his expression.
"Oh Fred, you don't have to pretend for us! We know your not studying. Why didn't you just tell us you and Mione were dating?"
Fred's eyes bulged and Hermione, who had been taking a sip of orange juice, chocked slightly and began to stutter.
"WE ARE NOT DATING!"
Fred just continued to panic when he saw the death glares Mr. Granger was giving him. He decided to step in.
"No...No...Noo. Me and Mione are just good friends that's all. We are not dating."
Mrs. Granger continued to raise her eyebrows with a smirk that said she clearly didn't believe them. Mr Granger however was getting redder and redder.
"Good friends ey? Good friends don't snuggle up to each other on the sofa of their parent's homes now do they? If you're not dating what exactly were you doing?"
Mr Granger was getting very annoyed and Fred was becoming even more nervous. He couldn't even form a sentence.
"Dad! We did not do anything, now be nice. Fred and I are good friends and he's a respectful man. He wouldn't try anything he wasn't supposed to. Now can we please try this again? So, Mum, dad here is my friend Fred Weasley."
"Whatever you say darling but I still think you would make a wonderful couple." Mrs. Granger cooed. Mr Granger had calmed down at his daughters words but he was obviously annoyed still.
"I believe you pumpkin but if you do anything to hurt my daughter you will not live to see tomorrow, understood?"
Fred nodded vigorously "yes sir."
"Oh Robert, don't scare the poor boy! They obviously just fell asleep yesterday, don't kill him yet. They're not going out so you don't need to give the 'boyfriend speech' okay? Anyway, sorry about that Fred. Welcome to our home and we hope you enjoy yourself. Have you guys got any plans for today?"
Hermione finally found her voice as Fred opted to stuff his mouth full to stop any more arguments.
"I was actually going to go into town for lunch to show Fred the shops and stuff, is that okay?"
"That's fine dear; your father and I are working until 7 so be back before then please. Have fun."
"Thanks mum, bye dad." Hermione said as she kissed both her parents on the cheek before tugging Fred up the stairs.
"I still think they would make a lovely couple." Was all that could be heard from the kitchen.
"Your dad hates me."
"Fred, he doesn't hate you he was just worried about you and his 'baby girl'." Hermione shuddered at the nickname and Fred laughed.
He was sitting on her bed while she pottered around the room looking for god knows what. They had finished breakfast and headed up stairs to get changed before heading into town. Fred was dressed in a dark blue jumper and black jeans and Hermione was wearing a light blue knitted cardigan over a pair of black leggings and a white top. They were both dressed fairly casually but still in thick jumpers to protect them from the harsh winter weather.
"Are you ready for your first trip into the big, wide muggle world?" Hermione mocked as she grabbed her bag and boots.
"I most definitely am. Wow, Fred Weasley in the muggle world- how weird does that sound?" he chuckled as they left the front door.
"Mione how are we getting into town?" Fred asked curiously after around 10 minutes of walking.
"We, my dear friend are catching the tube."
"The what? What is that?"
"The tube is a train that travels underground. We are catching the tube into London and then we are going shopping on Oxford Street. Oh and just so you know, there are some interesting clothing in muggle London, so don't point or stare... please."
"As you wish my lady. Lead the way to the magical tub."
"Tube Fred, tube."
They reached the tube station and Hermione pulled Fred down the stairs. Muggle London was always busy but this close to Christmas was a nightmare. Fred kept staring at people with pink hair and boys with piercings so Hermione had taken to grabbing his hand and full on dragging.
The actual tube ride wasn't so bad. They had managed to get a fairly spacious compartment on the tube so there hadn't been much pushing or shoving. They were now wandering hand in hand down Oxford Street. Hermione didn't seem to notice that she was still holding Fred's hand but Fred was determined not to pull away.
"Hermione can we go in here? Please? With cherries on top?" Fred batted his eyelashes and Hermione couldn't help but giggle at his puppy face.
"Fine, if we must." She joked.
Hermione had managed to drag Fred into all of the high street fashion shops and felt a little bad about not letting him go into JJB. But she despised sports shops so she had to let him go into Topman.
She was presently surprised when Fred acted like a perfectly normal person and picked out some clothes that weren't completely disgusting. 'Although those leather pants he picked up were hideous… I'm glad I put a stop to that.' She chuckled to herself as she grabbed Fred's hand again.
This time she did notice that they were holding hands and she quickly dropped, looking at Fred anxiously to see if he noticed. 'Or cared.' Hermione added in her head.
Fred was not going to lie. He was having a great time shopping with Hermione. She was funny, sweet and had a good fashion sense. 'Although, I did like those leather pants- they looked cool.' But he was slightly disappointed when Hermione dropped his hand. He saw her cheeks redden slightly and he looked into one of the shop windows to distract himself.
"Do you want to grab some late lunch Fred?"
"Yeah sounds good, I'm starved. Where should we eat?"
"I know this nice little Italian place back near my house, if you want to go?"
"Sounds delizioso!"
They grabbed the tube back to the station near Hermione's house. They walked for a while until they reached a small restaurant. It was homely and quite posh. They walked in and grabbed a table near the back. Soon enough the waitress came over ready to take the orders.
"So what will it be hunny? A couple's pizza or a partner's pasta? We do great deals for couples and they come three times quicker than normal food."
Hermione went red and was about to correct the waitress in saying that they weren't a couple when she was interrupted by Fred.
"We'll take the couples pizza please, isn't that right Mione?"
Hermione nodded and smiled at the waitress as she headed back to the kitchen.
"Fred, why didn't you tell her we weren't a couple?"
"You heard her Mione; we get a deal if we're a couple, so I figured, why not? You don't mind do you?"
"No, no. its fine." She gave him a small smile and a sip of her lemonade.
'She thinks we're a couple. I mean Hermione and Fred… Fred and Hermione… no way would that ever work…' Hermione thought as the waitress returned with a couple's pizza.
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Here is my chapter 7! I hope you liked it and I'm sorry if it feels kind of rushed but I just wanted to get this one finished.
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