Authors Note: First off, I want to apologize for not updating in so long.
I posted chapter 4 yesterday at ff.net. It wouldn't let me weeks ago when
I had it done! So I am SOO sorry that I didn't do that sooner.
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Oh, there are SLIGHT spoilers to Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Nothing major, though, I promise.
And now, on to.
Chapter Five.
"What's wrong with you?" Fred asked, pretending that nothing had happened.
"Nothing, I'm just.tired," Hermione lied. "I got a letter."
"Who from?" Fred poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Draco."
"Malfoy?!" Fred exclaimed.
"Hey, he.proved that he's changed," Hermione defended him.
"He's still a Malfoy," Fred shook his head. "I don't care if he-"
"Can we not talk about Draco?" Hermione asked, her temper rising.
"Sure, what do you want to talk about?" Fred asked. Inside, he was praying she didn't want to talk about the kiss they'd almost shared.
"Actually, I don't really feel like talking about anything," she answered his question. Fred smiled slightly. There was that icy, superior, know-it- all tone she'd used when they were at Hogwarts. He smiled, thinking about his 7th year and her 5th year. She'd lectured he and George about their jokes. She'd used the exact same tone she was using now.
"Very well," Fred remarked. Looking around the room, he frowned. Something was out of place. Something was wrong. "Excuse me," he remarked as he apparated out of the room.
Hermione sighed loudly. During her 5th year, Fred and George had apparated everywhere when they weren't at Hogwarts. Some things never did change.
~*~
Time went on slowly for Hermione. She'd taken it upon herself to read every book in Fred's library. It had been a week since the incident in Diagon Alley. A week since she'd nearly kissed Fred. She'd spent all her free time either doing her correspondence work or she was in the library of his home. She'd started with the shelf farthest the door, had read all four shelves on that particular shelf and was no moving on to the second shelf.
She hadn't spoken to Fred in three days. He'd made fun of her for spending all her time reading when she could be spending her time outdoors. So she'd gotten mad and they'd had a little fight. Neither of them had spoken since.
:::Flashback:::
Fred was walking by the library on the way to his room when he spotted Hermione sitting in one of the large maroon armchairs. It was dark outside, and she was reading by the firelight and a small lantern she'd bewitched to float above the chair. He smiled, shaking his head. Hermione would always be a bookworm. He cocked his head to the side, looking at her. Her long hair was up in a messy bun with a few tendrils hanging here and there about her face.
She was biting her lip in concentration, Fred noticed. He watched as one delicate hand reached up and turned the page.
"Always the bookworm, aren't you?" he asked, speaking aloud for the first time. Her head shot up, the book flying to the floor as she jumped, clearly startled by his presence. She relaxed when she realized it was him, and not another wizard.
"Yes," she remarked, her eyes looking at him with an unreadable expression.
"You should go outside more, Hermione," Fred apparated so he was standing at her feet. He picked the book up and looked at her, a small smile on her face.
"It's.not safe, you know that Fred," she sighed, trying to take the book from him. He held it above her head.
"Come with me," he remarked. "I'll protect you," he said.
Hermione's heart swelled. She knew he would protect her. With his life, if necessary. But she wasn't going to let him risk his life for her. Not so she could have 'an afternoon outdoors' as her mother would say.
"No, I'm perfectly happy right here," Hermione smiled, holding her hand out for the book.
"So, you're just going to hide, is that it?" Fred asked.
"That's what I'm doing," she snapped. "Otherwise, WHY am I here?"
"You're here because Ron wants you here. Because you're safer here."
"I'm hiding Fred! Please give me the book," she changed the subject.
"So you're going to hide until you-Know-Who is.what? Dead?" Fred questioned her, his anger building.
"Yes!" Hermione spat. "You wouldn't know anything about it, Fred Weasley."
"That's right," Fred agreed. "I've never known anyone who risked his life to defeat You-Know-Who! He never possessed my sister. Ron never went with Harry on any of his expeditions," Fred reasoned sarcastically.
"That's not what I meant-"
"Just because you're friends with Ron and Harry doesn't mean I don't know what it's like, Hermione! They're my family! Ron's my brother, and Harry might as well be!" Fred remarked angrily.
"Fred-"
"I know you're scared," he knelt in front of her. "I am too, but that doesn't stop me from getting out of the house."
"Fred, it's different-"
"Because You-Know-Who isn't looking for me? Because I'm not important? Hermione, you have to listen-"
"I've listened to about all I'm going to listen from you, Fred Weasley," Hermione stood up, pushing him backwards a little. Then she apparated from the room.
"Hermione! You can't stay inside this ruddy house forever!" Fred yelled.
:::: End Flashback:::: Hermione sighed. She could and she would. Fred had almost been harmed at Diagon Alley that day they'd gone. She wasn't going to risk that happening again. Not when she could prevent it by not being around him.
Hermione was getting feelings for Fred. She wasn't sure what kind of feelings yet, but she knew one thing- she wasn't going to put Fred in danger again if she could help it. And she could.
Authors Note: I haven't updated in a long time.I feel horrible. But, here's chapter five.it's short and kinda crappy, but oh well...lol.I promise more action next chapter!
To ff.net readers: Thank you so much for your reviews! I REALLY appreciate it.
To my Yahoo! Group readers: I thank you too for reviewing!
To EVERYONE: Please join my Yahoo! Group for Harry Potter Fanficion. It's called harrypotter_fanfiction. The URL (which I forgot in the last chappy) is:
Oh, there are SLIGHT spoilers to Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Nothing major, though, I promise.
And now, on to.
Chapter Five.
"What's wrong with you?" Fred asked, pretending that nothing had happened.
"Nothing, I'm just.tired," Hermione lied. "I got a letter."
"Who from?" Fred poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Draco."
"Malfoy?!" Fred exclaimed.
"Hey, he.proved that he's changed," Hermione defended him.
"He's still a Malfoy," Fred shook his head. "I don't care if he-"
"Can we not talk about Draco?" Hermione asked, her temper rising.
"Sure, what do you want to talk about?" Fred asked. Inside, he was praying she didn't want to talk about the kiss they'd almost shared.
"Actually, I don't really feel like talking about anything," she answered his question. Fred smiled slightly. There was that icy, superior, know-it- all tone she'd used when they were at Hogwarts. He smiled, thinking about his 7th year and her 5th year. She'd lectured he and George about their jokes. She'd used the exact same tone she was using now.
"Very well," Fred remarked. Looking around the room, he frowned. Something was out of place. Something was wrong. "Excuse me," he remarked as he apparated out of the room.
Hermione sighed loudly. During her 5th year, Fred and George had apparated everywhere when they weren't at Hogwarts. Some things never did change.
~*~
Time went on slowly for Hermione. She'd taken it upon herself to read every book in Fred's library. It had been a week since the incident in Diagon Alley. A week since she'd nearly kissed Fred. She'd spent all her free time either doing her correspondence work or she was in the library of his home. She'd started with the shelf farthest the door, had read all four shelves on that particular shelf and was no moving on to the second shelf.
She hadn't spoken to Fred in three days. He'd made fun of her for spending all her time reading when she could be spending her time outdoors. So she'd gotten mad and they'd had a little fight. Neither of them had spoken since.
:::Flashback:::
Fred was walking by the library on the way to his room when he spotted Hermione sitting in one of the large maroon armchairs. It was dark outside, and she was reading by the firelight and a small lantern she'd bewitched to float above the chair. He smiled, shaking his head. Hermione would always be a bookworm. He cocked his head to the side, looking at her. Her long hair was up in a messy bun with a few tendrils hanging here and there about her face.
She was biting her lip in concentration, Fred noticed. He watched as one delicate hand reached up and turned the page.
"Always the bookworm, aren't you?" he asked, speaking aloud for the first time. Her head shot up, the book flying to the floor as she jumped, clearly startled by his presence. She relaxed when she realized it was him, and not another wizard.
"Yes," she remarked, her eyes looking at him with an unreadable expression.
"You should go outside more, Hermione," Fred apparated so he was standing at her feet. He picked the book up and looked at her, a small smile on her face.
"It's.not safe, you know that Fred," she sighed, trying to take the book from him. He held it above her head.
"Come with me," he remarked. "I'll protect you," he said.
Hermione's heart swelled. She knew he would protect her. With his life, if necessary. But she wasn't going to let him risk his life for her. Not so she could have 'an afternoon outdoors' as her mother would say.
"No, I'm perfectly happy right here," Hermione smiled, holding her hand out for the book.
"So, you're just going to hide, is that it?" Fred asked.
"That's what I'm doing," she snapped. "Otherwise, WHY am I here?"
"You're here because Ron wants you here. Because you're safer here."
"I'm hiding Fred! Please give me the book," she changed the subject.
"So you're going to hide until you-Know-Who is.what? Dead?" Fred questioned her, his anger building.
"Yes!" Hermione spat. "You wouldn't know anything about it, Fred Weasley."
"That's right," Fred agreed. "I've never known anyone who risked his life to defeat You-Know-Who! He never possessed my sister. Ron never went with Harry on any of his expeditions," Fred reasoned sarcastically.
"That's not what I meant-"
"Just because you're friends with Ron and Harry doesn't mean I don't know what it's like, Hermione! They're my family! Ron's my brother, and Harry might as well be!" Fred remarked angrily.
"Fred-"
"I know you're scared," he knelt in front of her. "I am too, but that doesn't stop me from getting out of the house."
"Fred, it's different-"
"Because You-Know-Who isn't looking for me? Because I'm not important? Hermione, you have to listen-"
"I've listened to about all I'm going to listen from you, Fred Weasley," Hermione stood up, pushing him backwards a little. Then she apparated from the room.
"Hermione! You can't stay inside this ruddy house forever!" Fred yelled.
:::: End Flashback:::: Hermione sighed. She could and she would. Fred had almost been harmed at Diagon Alley that day they'd gone. She wasn't going to risk that happening again. Not when she could prevent it by not being around him.
Hermione was getting feelings for Fred. She wasn't sure what kind of feelings yet, but she knew one thing- she wasn't going to put Fred in danger again if she could help it. And she could.
Authors Note: I haven't updated in a long time.I feel horrible. But, here's chapter five.it's short and kinda crappy, but oh well...lol.I promise more action next chapter!