"She looks like a toad," said Angelina seriously. George smiled and kissed her cheek. They'd snuck up to the Common Room faster than most, but unfortunately Hermione was still leading First Years on the grand tour. Fred was still in mope-mode, sitting upside down on the couch near them, staring at the ceiling.
"Don't worry about us upsetting McGonagall," George raised his eyebrows playfully, "She won't be half as funny to watch as Professor Pink."
Angelina tried for a stern look that wasn't half as good as Hermione's but was foiled when George nuzzled her neck.
"You're being gross again," Fred groaned. He tried for a kick at George's head but nearly hit Angelina instead. Feigning innocence, he hooked his feet across the back of the couch beside his twin. George turned to give him a cold stare. "I'm definitely the better looking twin from this-AH!"
Someone pushed Fred's feet up, sending him rolling off the couch. He was already scowling at the boy when he stood to his full height. Fred was tall, yes, but perhaps he wasn't the tallest. It pleased him greatly to find himself taller than the peace-disturber.
"McLaggen," he snarled.
"Weasley," the younger boy had the tact to look slightly terrified, though he tried for a playful smile. His friends stood in the corner, both laughing and taking bets on how quickly the boy would piss himself.
"Any particular reason you feel like dying today?" McLaggen's smile died.
"Hey, let's not be hasty," George grabbed Fred's arm.
"At least I made a few sickles," McLaggen tried for a careless shrug. Fred and George tensed, both sensing an opportunity. They shared a smirk. George released Fred and they both straightened to precisely the same height, with the exact same businesslike set in their posture and eyes.
"So-" Fred grinned broadly, circling around the couch. George mirrored him.
"You don't care-"
"What happens to you-"
"As long as you earn-"
"Just a bit of money?"
"Boys," Angelina warned slowly.
"Where do you draw the line?" the twins asked together.
"More than a month in the hospital wing," McLaggen answered.
"Brilliant."
Not three days later, Fred was in trouble.
"You already have detention?!" Hermione hissed.
"Listen, if you had the bat as your teacher, what would you do?" Fred asked. "That woman is as evil as the rest of them!"
"The rest of who? The Purebloods?" Hermione asked with a dry frown. "And I do have the bat as a teacher."
"You don't doubt my Pureblood maniacalism, do you?" Fred grinned his reserved-for-Slytherins grin, pushing Hermione gently against the stone wall. Fred had locked the door to their room, but he'd also put up a silencing charm, locked all the doors to the room above them, including the one to the small spiral staircase, and even moved a tapestry to cover the bottom door. He was, according to the paintings nearby, the boy most focused on fornicating since 'that Black boy.' Fred clearly thought he deserved that award, though the mention of Sirius scared the piss out of him.
"That's not a real word," Hermione whispered, unable to tear her eyes away from his. "W-Why do you already have detention, Fred?"
"Well, Hermione," Fred smiled more genuinely and tucked a stray piece of wavy hair behind her hair. "She's already got the measure of me pretty well. It's a preemptive strike, completely unwarranted."
"It's never unwarranted with you," Hermione muttered. She wished he'd stop distracting her from being angry.
"You're gorgeous, you know," Fred said, planting a small kiss near her ear.
"Will you stop and let me be mad at you for 3 seconds?!" Hermione asked, hitting his stomach lightly. She blushed furiously. He'd already started Quidditch conditioning. With one light touch, that much was abundantly clear. With one light touch, her mind was completely reset. With one light touch, her anger evaporated. "Oh."
"No, I think that's rather against my interests," Fred breathed, kissing her jaw lightly. Hermione closed her mind and tried to remember what exactly she had said. She let her arms rest on his shoulders, and when she opened her eyes, his were hovering ever so close.
"And what are your interests?" Hermione wondered aloud.
"I'd list trouble making as one," Fred murmured. Hermione couldn't help but agree. "You as the more important oneā¦"
"Really?" Hermione asked. Then her body did that thing that it always seemed to do when Fred was near. It sped up and left her mind. First she kissed him. Then she pulled away and whispered, "I love you."
There was a moment of sheer panic where Fred was stunned. Then a grin slowly spread across his face. "Oh, yeah?"
Hermione had become mute. She still stared at him, but she couldn't get her mouth to work. Her body knew that her mind wanted to deny what she'd just said, and it wouldn't let her. Pesky thing, her body. She turned redder than Fred's hair.
"You, the smart, witty, perfect, tenacious little Hermione Granger, loves me, prankster extraordinaire, who received slightly less than 3 O.W.L.s?"
She wanted to question how he could get slightly less than 3 O.W.L.s, but instead she only nodded, "Yes."
"That's funny," Fred said quietly, and Hermione nearly died except for the look that he was giving her, the way that he had taken her face in his hands. "Because I love you."
And then he was kissing her again and it was better than reading, better than learning, raw knowledge was not nearly as perfect as his lips against hers, his hand in her hair, the way he whispered those three words against her skin.
Hermione decided that school uniforms were the most awful things invented. She tugged Fred's tie off, then his blazer, and then had to wait and unbutton his shirt. Fred merely smiled and flicked his wand. Her tie flew off, her blazer had essentially vanished, and her buttons undid themselves. Fred recaptured her lips before she could blush.
"Why didn't you do that sooner?" Hermione asked.
"I'm a procrastinator," Fred smiled. Hermione didn't even have time to roll her eyes. Yes, she was absolutely positive now. She loved Quidditch. Fred winced, "Careful."
"Hmm," Hermione asked distractedly. She liked Fred shirtless. Fred shirtless was a good thing to be around. Very beneficial.
"I'm sore," Fred said, nuzzling her neck.
"From what?" Hermione asked.
"Quidditch," Fred answered.
"Quidditch makes you look nice," Hermione observed neutrally. Fred laughed and it was easily one of the best sounds in the world. Fred slid his hands underneath Hermione's bra and she sighed.
"You always look nice," Fred whispered, unclasping her bra. Hermione turned bright red and kissed him. His hands weren't sure at first, but every time Hermione squirmed pleasurably or made an embarassing little sound, they became more so.
"I have... homework," Hermione said, breathing heavily.
"It can wait," Fred murmured.
"Sirius is going to kill you," Hermione said, her eyes flying open. "Oh, shit."
"Who's going to tell him, you?" Fred asked.
"No, but I swear he's in my head half-" Fred kissed her again and Hermione almost forgot. Almost. "He really will kill you."
"I didn't make you," Fred said. For a second fear pulsed in his eyes. "You-you want-"
Hermione kissed him, and his hands glided up and down her bare skin.
"What Sirius doesn't know won't hurt him," Fred whispered. Hermione couldn't help but agree.
"Still," Hermione said slowly, "I do have homework."
"It's the third day of the term," Fred whined. "I don't have homework."
"You mean you've chosen to ignore all the homework you do have," Hermione said testily.
"That's what I said," Fred said, feigning confusion. At Hermione's sour look, he sighed.
"How do you not worry about school, your future job-"
"I know what I'm going to do when I grow up," Fred smiled, running his knuckle up and down Hermione's side. "I'm going to blow things up, brew potions, sell sweets, and kiss you."
He demonstrated the last one.
"That's terribly optimistic," Hermione said quietly.
"If you fail all your O.W.L.s, you can always work for George and me at our shop, I promise," Fred smiled. At the panic in her eyes, he laughed.
"You're dreadful," Hermione said quietly. "Trying to sabotage my education so you can have me nearby."
Fred chuckled louder, "Of course, the offer stands if you get all Os, too. I would hate to cause ignorance, even if you've already read all your text books twice."
"Is your D.A.D.A. book as rubbish as mine?" Hermione asked curiously.
"It's the same book," Fred said, which explained a lot. "Can I use your homework?"
"What?" Hermione asked. "Why?"
"I'm going to turn in a week's worth of homework to prove the old hag wrong," Fred smiled. "Then I'm going to stop as soon as she feels as if she might've made a mistake."
"You're hopeless," Hermione laughed, bending down to pick up her bra.
"You know, you could do your homework in here, away from everyone else, and leave that off," Fred said. Hermione swatted him and turned away to get dressed again.
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So I spent all of yesterday typing up the start for Year 7 and it is already 24 long ass pages. Good thing for future you: it's broken into about 7 segments; Hermione dealing with her parents, arriving at the Burrow, the Battle of the 7 Potters, doing chores and sneaking around before the wedding, Harry's birthday (and a special surprise), the wedding, and the reception.
Lots of sevens.
There were two Guest reviews, and they're different people (I'm pretty sure).
Guest: Thank you very much, you're the very first person to compliment my grammar, at least on this site, but it is something I'm extremely proud of! If you don't mind my saying, you sound like a English teacher, or at the very least an English major.
Guest: Anytime I can convert someone to Fremione-ism is a victory. I discovered Fremione through a FanFic over the summer, and it immediately struck me as something I wanted to do. I take time out of my day for far more stupid things anyway, I might as well write.
animelover5107: Hermione excels at making Draco nervous.
lyhart24: Thank you! I'm sticking to canon as often as possible, so you can count on some twins-Umbridge hate.
Fandomqueen104: I still don't know if I'm doing the Malfoy thing. It's just a lot to add in and I'm already really behind on my Year 5 stuff (this chapter is the last bit of it that I have).
giglesoup: I LOVE CHARLIE! Charlie is the most interesting Weasley by far, and for all those worried, fear not, you will see him again. A tonne.
cochran4444: You're very welcome haha. WIP Fics can be so frustrating, believe me, but I'm trying my hardest to update semi-regularly. Thank you very much!
