A/N Hey everyone! Been ages and I apologise. My life has been crazy lately but I promise to update more often now that I have a clearer more stuctured idea of where the story is going! Read on!
Hermione Granger and Fred Weasley sat down by the lake on a cool spring day. Hermione wore her shirt sleeves rolled up and her tie loose, looking very blasé. Fred's shirt sleeves were also rolled up and they sat on his jumper, she was resting between his legs, looking out over the still lake, the sun shining brightly on their faces. They were extremely calm and carefree these days, as if they weren't going to acknowledge the Violet issue if it didn't come up.
"This is the life," Fred sighed. He relaxed and leant back against the trunk of the old oak behind them.
"Yep," Hermione answered drowsily.
Just then, Fred curled up his fingers and poked them into her sides, tickling her.
Hermione writhed and kicked, sliding down onto the grass, screaming with laughter. "Stop! Stop! Fred, please! No!"
"What's the magic word?" Fred teased, holding her legs down.
"I said the magic…!" Hermione began breathlessly. "Aaagh! Stop!"
"Okay, okay," Fred let her go and stood. "Sorry." He said calmly, stepping backwards slowly, getting ever closer to the lake.
Hermione, caught up in her mock fury didn't do a quick mathematical equation she probably should have involving Fred, herself, and the Black Lake.
She gave a scream, "Fred Weasley, I will kill you!" Then she charged at him, tackling him around the waist.
A few onlookers cheered as both Hermione and Fred tipped into the lake after rolling down the gently sloping grassy hill.
At first there was a lot of thrashing around, until a very drenched brunette head popped out of the water, laughing and frowning at the same time. Then she gave a squeal as she was lifted on to Fred's shoulders and his very wet, very red head popped out of the water.
He was chuckling and Hermione tapped him on the head. "You planned that to a tee, didn't you? Didn't you?"
"I may have," Fred admitted, shrugging, which was very difficult when you had a girl on your shoulders.
She slid off his shoulders and stood in the waist deep water, arms crossed. "Sorry," Fred shrugged again, still trying to conceal a smile. "It was funny though."
"Sure," Hermione said. "I'm so. Going. To. Get. You. Back." She squealed, and with each word she splashed him.
After frolicking in the slightly dirty lake water for a little longer the couple emerged, soaking wet, and dripping everywhere.
At that inopportune moment, when Hermione's white shirt was see-through and her lacy turquoise bra was on display for everyone to see, Ron and Harry walked around the corner and saw the scene in front of them.
Harry had the decency to avert his eyes, and he grabbed Ron's arm to pull him back round the corner, but Ron simply stood there, staring. "Ron," Harry said desperately. "Come on." He didn't want to think about what would Hermione would do to Ron if she saw them there.
Ron shook his head as he was walking around the corner with Harry. "So she's showing off her … under clothes, to anyone within a 100 metre radius? Where did Hermione go? My brother is ruining everything!"
Harry just shrugged. He didn't know what to say.
"I mean, how dare he?" Ron growled. "She hasn't done her homework in a week and she's out there just … chilling! When did she ever do that with us?"
Harry shrugged again.
Ron shook his head. "WOULD YOU SAY SOMETHING?" He exploded before storming off.
F+H
Hermione and Fred meanwhile, were passionately embraced in a little make out session, which all started because Hermione mentioned the fact that she was cold.
"Warm now?" Fred asked, just a little breathless.
"Yeah," Hermione breathed softly.
She shivered once and felt a bit strange as she looked out over the grass. A rather peculiar sight caught her eye. She saw a young boy, first year most likely, pleading with two older boys, who had hoisted him and his books into the air, so he was the same height as the tree.
"Oh my," Hermione whispered. She pushed Fred away and began to storm over there.
"Hermione," Fred tried. He was happy to stop the older boys from bullying the younger one, but Hermione stalked over like she had blood and war in mind, and with her newly strong powers, who knew what could happen?
"Hey," She shouted angrily. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She yelled, her dripping wet hair framing her face, her eyes dark and stormy.
"Just having a little fun," None other than Draco Malfoy drawled, flicking his wand so the boy spun over in the air, letting out a scared cry.
"Get him down from there," Hermione said, her voice deathly quiet.
"And what will you do about it?" Malfoy taunted.
Fred stepped in. "Uh, Malfoy, I really strongly suggest you let him down gently now."
"Oh yeah, Weasley?"
"Yes," Fred said feverishly. He hated Malfoy but that didn't mean he wanted Hermione to murder him in front of about 50 onlookers who had stopped to watch the scene unfold.
"Well," Malfoy cocked his head to the side as if he were thinking. "How about … no!" He laughed cruelly.
"I warned you, Malfoy," Hermione said, her voice still quiet and calm.
Hermione's eyes seemed to blaze bright blue for a moment, before reverting to their natural brown, and Malfoy was suddenly on the grass, writhing around, swatting at assailants that weren't there, screaming in pain at flames that no one else could see. It was horrible, and Fred really wanted to look away, but he couldn't. It was like a train wreck, and he was sicked. Sicked by the look of excitement and pleasure on Hermione's face.
The crowd around them gasped at the fourth year doing extreme wandless magic, and the boy screaming on the ground, looking as if he was under the power of fifty strong Cruciatus Curse's. Fred, for something to do, moved the boy who had been bullied out of the way and ran up to Hermione.
"Stop!" He pleaded. "Please, Mione, just stop! He isn't worth it! You can't kill him,, just … just stop."
Hermione straightened up and resumed an expression of cool sophistication, but to his amazement, Fred realised they both had tears streaming down their cheeks.
"I'm sorry," Hermione whispered quietly before dropping to the ground.
The scene before the onlookers was a strange one. Fred Weasley, comforting the small first year, Draco Malfoy, ashen faced and unconscious, and Hermione Granger, cool collected Hermione Granger, sobbing on the grass.
And then Professor McGonagall arrived.
Oh! Hermione's startng to go crazy...continue reading please, I promise it should all go right in the end.
