Hermione Jean Granger-Weasley was a fearless woman. In her first year at Hogwarts, she braved a mountain troll, a three-headed dog and a nearly-deadly game of Wizard's chess, and every year afterwards, she had faced more frightening and deadly creatures. Nothing could scare her, aside from being late for class.

And thunder and lightning.

Ron and Harry had always teased her about it. The brightest witch of their age afraid of a little bit of flashy light and loud noises, but it terrified her. She was always afraid that she'd be stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time and end up paralyzed from the waist-down because of it.

Still, as much as she tried to defend herself on the matter, they treated her like it was a crime to be afraid of it.

Hermione was sitting up in her bed, the blankets pulled up above her head, when suddenly BOOM, she felt as if the flat was shaking, so she let out a scream. She heard Fred run over to her room and open the door.

"Mione? You okay? I heard you screaming." He asked. Hermione shook her head, and Fred crossed the room and crawled under the blankets with her. He wrapped his arms around her and started rubbing her back. She was shaking like a leaf.

"Shhh… It's okay. It's almost over." He whispered. Hermione shook her head and buried her face into his bare chest. Fred sighed and rested his head on top of hers.

"It's gonna be alright." Another crack of thunder hit, and then lighting lit up the room.

"Mum used to tell us that it was the great witches and wizards of all time up there dueling for power. Semiramis is usually my pick." He said, trying to get her to calm down. Unfortunately, the thunder and lightning just kept attacking, leaving Hermione shuddering uncontrollably.

"Mione, love, please calm down." He begged. He started rocking her back and forth, back and forth, and while he rocked her, he sang softly:

"Hush, little Mione, don't say a word.
Freddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird.

And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Freddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Freddy's gonna buy you a looking glass.
And if that looking glass gets broke,
Freddy's gonna buy you a billy goat
And if that billy goat won't pull,
Freddy's gonna buy you a cart and bull
And if that cart and bull fall down,
You'll still be the hottest wife in town." Hermione relaxed into him and slowly started to drift off into lala land.

"Fred?" She asked quietly.

"Yes, Mione?" He asked.

"I think I'm falling in love with you." And with that, she was out like a light, leaving Fred alone with his thoughts.


"Wait… she said WHAT?" George asked as he and Fred were restocking the shelves before the shop opened.

"You heard me. She said that she thinks she's falling in love with me!" Fred exclaimed.

"And this is a bad thing… how?" George asked. Fred climbed down from the ladder he was on.

"What do you mean how? She's falling in love with me!" Fred was upset that, for the first time in his life, his brother DIDN'T know exactly what was on his mind.

"Aren't you falling for her?" George asked cautiously.

"No, I mean… She's really pretty… and nice… and she cooks well, and blimey, her arse is fantastic…" Fred trailed off.

"And what's so wrong about falling for her?" George questioned.

"I don't know." Fred admitted.

"Well, I don't see what the problem is here, so you might as well just man up and admit that you're stupid and that I'm a genius and that you're falling in love with your wife." Said George.

"See, what you fail to realize is that I'm the smarter one." Fred retorted.

"How so, brother?" George asked.

"I'm married to the smartest witch of our age, that's why." Fred said with a cheeky grin as he walked off to stock another shelf.

"Well played." George said under his breath.


"I made chili." Hermione announced as she heard George apparate into the flat. "I love chili!" George exclaimed.

"Do you love anything, Fred?" George asked. "I love chili too." Fred stated.

"Anything else?" George asked again. "No, I don't." Fred hissed through his teeth. Hermione put two bowls of chili in front of the twins, and they both dug in.

"Mmmmm, Hermione, this is fantastic. Any guy would be lucky to be married to you. Isn't that right, Fred?" George asked. Fred stabbed his bowl with the spoon, making a large clanking sound.

"Fred, you're going to ruin the bowl like that." Hermione warned.

"You wouldn't want to upset your wife like that, would you? It's not a very loving husband thing to do." George teased. Fred threw his spoon on the table.

"Fred!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Get out, now." Fred barked at George. "But I was only-"

"Out, now." Fred hissed.

"Alright, I'm out. It was a pleasure to see you, as always Mione." George said, before he disapparated.

"What the bloody hell was that about?" Hermione asked. "He started it." Fred defended himself.

"I don't care WHAT he started; you didn't need to end it like that." Hermione argued.

"It's personal." Fred said.

"What can be so personal that you'd act like THAT?" Hermione asked.

"I told him that I think I'm falling for you, and now he's teasing me." Fred spat out. Hermione stopped and stared at him.

"You're… what?" She asked. "Forget it, it's stupid." Fred moved to go to his room, but Hermione grabbed his arm and turned him around.

"I said forg-" Fred couldn't finish his sentence because Hermione had grabbed him by the back of the head and crashed his lips to hers. To Hermione and Fred, the world didn't exist anymore.

Only each other.


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