Chapter six.
Hermione looked at the wizarding calendar that hung on the wall in the kitchen. She had two months before her wedding to Ron was supposed to take place. Two months and she hadn't even started planning. Ginny, would of course, be her maid of honor. Ron had told her to plan whatever she liked. The only thing she had no control over was where the ceremony was going to be held. The Weasley's had decided it'd be best for the ceremony to be held at Fred's home since it was well hidden and only a few people knew where it was located.
She'd written to a wizarding catering company and they'd agreed to apparate and conjure all the food to the grounds of Fred's large home. Hermione was writing a list of places she would have to visit to buy things for the wedding, when Fred apparated into the room.
"Hermione, 'allo!" he grinned. "How are you? Fred been treating you okay?" it was at that moment, that Hermione realized she was looking at George, rather than Fred.
"George!" she hugged him. "I'm okay. What about you? Have you seen Ron or Harry? How is everyone? What are you doing here? Is something wrong? What happened?" Hermione let a spew of questions roll off her tongue.
"I'm good. No, I haven't seen Ron or Harry. Everyone is fine. I'm here to see Fred. No, nothing's wrong. Nothing's happened," he smiled, answering every single one of her questions. "No, be a dear, tell me, where is that idiotic brother of mine?" he grinned at her.
"Well, I don't know," Hermione shrugged helplessly. "Check the parlor." George nodded his thanks and apparated out of the room.
Rain was coming down in torrents, beating against the window pane as the wind blew it toward the house. A clap of thunder shook the house. Looking out the window, Hermione gasped. In the middle of the garden, stood Fred, his clothes soaked and clinging to his body. Lighting struck the ground close to him and Hermione felt her heart skip a beat.
Hermione quickly put a charm on herself to keep the water off her and then apparated out of the house.
"Fred!" she yelled over the wind. "What are you doing out here?!" she cried.
"Enjoying the rain!" he shouted. "What does it bloody look like?"
"Like you're trying to drown yourself in the rain!" she cried, pointing to the large puddle he was standing in. "Come inside before you catch your death of cold!" she yelled.
"Why don't you go inside?" Fred asked calmly. "Why are you out here?" a bolt of lightning lit up the dark sky.
"Come inside!" Hermione pleaded earnestly. "Please!"
"Herm, go inside," he remarked coldly.
"Fred Weasley!" she cried, grabbing his arm. "Get inside!" Fred turned his eyes on her. He said nothing, simply looked at her. "Why are you out here?"
"I like the rain," he answered.
"If this is another of your jokes-"
"It's not," he answered. A clap of thunder followed closely by another lightning bolt, which was very close to them, made Hermione scream loudly.
"Fred, please come inside!" she pleaded, tugging on his sleeve.
"Why?"
"Because," she remarked. "George is here to see you!" she hoped that would get him to go inside. Her charm was starting to wear off. The little umbrella that had been over her head, keeping her dry, was shrinking, as if put in the wash.
"Mione, go inside!" Fred remarked, looking up into the sky.
"Not without you!" Hermione remarked stubbornly, planting her feet firmly on the ground. She crossed her arms and stood in front of him.
"What happened to you?" Fred asked. "You used to be smart! You used to be practical! Why are you standing out in the rain?"
"Why are you?" Hermione ignored his insults.
"Because I bloody like the rain!" Fred cried. "Now get inside. I'm sure George has news about Ronny and Harry," he remarked.
"I already asked," Hermione remarked, the umbrella now the size of thimble. Her hair was soaked, matted to her head, her clothes clinging to her body. "He's here to see you!" Fred looked at her, taking in her drenched, disheveled appearance and nodded.
"See you inside," he gave up arguing with her and apparated inside. "Foolish man. Tried to prevent him from getting struck by lighting and does he listen?" she asked herself, shaking her head. "No, of course not," she answered her own question. She apparated inside, dried herself off with a spell and then apparated into the parlor to find George and Fred sitting at the table, calmly talking amongst themselves. They each had a butterbeer in front of them.
"Hermione," George remarked. "Are you all right? You look.stressed."
"I'm fine," she forced a smile on her face. "I just don't fancy being in the rain."
"Why were you in the rain?" George asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Trying to save your twin!" Hermione remarked. "He was about to be struck by lightning!" she exclaimed and then apparated up to her room.
~*~
Fred sat there, dumbfounded. Hermione had come outside because she was worried about him? Because she thought he was going to get struck by lighting?
He'd been standing in the rain, just thinking. He'd gotten an owl from Ron earlier that day. Ron and Harry were close to cracking the code. They'd intercepted an owl from Voldemort. It was going to one of his minions and they were close to cracking the code. Ron wanted to make sure Hermione was all right.
Fred bit his lip. George was sitting across from him, an amused expression on the face that mirrored his own.
"So.you and Hermione haven't been getting along?"
"Why do you say that?" Fred asked his twin.
"She.seemed upset."
"Well."
"You like her," George remarked suddenly. He set his butterbeer down. It was a statement, not a question.
"What? No, I don't. She's just Hermione. I don't like her like that!"
"Who said you liked her as more than a friend?" George raised an eyebrow at his brother. "You do, don't you?"
"What of it?" then, realizing what he'd said, "No! Of course not!"
"Then why bring it up? Why say it?" George grinned. "If you don't fancy her, then why bring it up when not asked?" Fred didn't have an answer for that.
"Dear brother," said George. "Your secret is safe with me," he grinned. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to report to mum that you and your little crush are okay," he winked and apparated out of the house.
Fred's eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open. He'd said it out loud. He'd said he liked her. Fred groaned and looked around the room helplessly before downing the last of his butterbeer.
"I'd better go apologize." What he'd said shocked him. Fred couldn't remember ever apologizing for something that wasn't his fault.
~*~
Hermione sat in her room, a book on her lap. She'd been terrified when she'd seen Fred standing in the rain, lightning flashing around him. Her first though had been, what if he dies and doesn't know how I feel? Hermione shook her head.
"You don't know what you feel," she said to herself aloud. "You're confused."
"Confused about what?" she looked up to see Fred standing in the doorway to her room, leaning against the doorjamb.
"What?"
"You said you were confused," Fred remarked.
"Oh, that," Hermione brushed the comment off. "Nothing important. Can I help you?" she asked, her eyes traveling over his familiar features.
"I wanted to apologize."
"For what?" Hermione asked, knowing what he was going to say, but wanting to actually hear him say it.
"For frightening you. I was just thinking and it started raining. I had a lightning shield powered up," he grinned sheepishly.
"You what?!" Hermione screeched. "Why you little."
"I just wanted to say I was sorry," Fred remarked. "I'm not used to having anyone here to care whether or not I get struck by lightning," he smiled gently. Hermione didn't know what to say in response, so she just nodded.
"What're you doing?" Fred asked.
"Reading," she answered.
"I can see that," Fred rolled his eyes. "About what?" Hermione held up the book. Wizarding Weddings and How to Plan Them.
"Ah," Fred remarked. "Anything interesting?"
"A few things. I'll have to go into Diagon Alley," she said softly.
"Let me know when you want to go, I have a few things I have to pick up, too," he smiled at her. "Goodnight Hermione."
"Goodnight Fred," Hermione remarked.
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Hermione looked at the wizarding calendar that hung on the wall in the kitchen. She had two months before her wedding to Ron was supposed to take place. Two months and she hadn't even started planning. Ginny, would of course, be her maid of honor. Ron had told her to plan whatever she liked. The only thing she had no control over was where the ceremony was going to be held. The Weasley's had decided it'd be best for the ceremony to be held at Fred's home since it was well hidden and only a few people knew where it was located.
She'd written to a wizarding catering company and they'd agreed to apparate and conjure all the food to the grounds of Fred's large home. Hermione was writing a list of places she would have to visit to buy things for the wedding, when Fred apparated into the room.
"Hermione, 'allo!" he grinned. "How are you? Fred been treating you okay?" it was at that moment, that Hermione realized she was looking at George, rather than Fred.
"George!" she hugged him. "I'm okay. What about you? Have you seen Ron or Harry? How is everyone? What are you doing here? Is something wrong? What happened?" Hermione let a spew of questions roll off her tongue.
"I'm good. No, I haven't seen Ron or Harry. Everyone is fine. I'm here to see Fred. No, nothing's wrong. Nothing's happened," he smiled, answering every single one of her questions. "No, be a dear, tell me, where is that idiotic brother of mine?" he grinned at her.
"Well, I don't know," Hermione shrugged helplessly. "Check the parlor." George nodded his thanks and apparated out of the room.
Rain was coming down in torrents, beating against the window pane as the wind blew it toward the house. A clap of thunder shook the house. Looking out the window, Hermione gasped. In the middle of the garden, stood Fred, his clothes soaked and clinging to his body. Lighting struck the ground close to him and Hermione felt her heart skip a beat.
Hermione quickly put a charm on herself to keep the water off her and then apparated out of the house.
"Fred!" she yelled over the wind. "What are you doing out here?!" she cried.
"Enjoying the rain!" he shouted. "What does it bloody look like?"
"Like you're trying to drown yourself in the rain!" she cried, pointing to the large puddle he was standing in. "Come inside before you catch your death of cold!" she yelled.
"Why don't you go inside?" Fred asked calmly. "Why are you out here?" a bolt of lightning lit up the dark sky.
"Come inside!" Hermione pleaded earnestly. "Please!"
"Herm, go inside," he remarked coldly.
"Fred Weasley!" she cried, grabbing his arm. "Get inside!" Fred turned his eyes on her. He said nothing, simply looked at her. "Why are you out here?"
"I like the rain," he answered.
"If this is another of your jokes-"
"It's not," he answered. A clap of thunder followed closely by another lightning bolt, which was very close to them, made Hermione scream loudly.
"Fred, please come inside!" she pleaded, tugging on his sleeve.
"Why?"
"Because," she remarked. "George is here to see you!" she hoped that would get him to go inside. Her charm was starting to wear off. The little umbrella that had been over her head, keeping her dry, was shrinking, as if put in the wash.
"Mione, go inside!" Fred remarked, looking up into the sky.
"Not without you!" Hermione remarked stubbornly, planting her feet firmly on the ground. She crossed her arms and stood in front of him.
"What happened to you?" Fred asked. "You used to be smart! You used to be practical! Why are you standing out in the rain?"
"Why are you?" Hermione ignored his insults.
"Because I bloody like the rain!" Fred cried. "Now get inside. I'm sure George has news about Ronny and Harry," he remarked.
"I already asked," Hermione remarked, the umbrella now the size of thimble. Her hair was soaked, matted to her head, her clothes clinging to her body. "He's here to see you!" Fred looked at her, taking in her drenched, disheveled appearance and nodded.
"See you inside," he gave up arguing with her and apparated inside. "Foolish man. Tried to prevent him from getting struck by lighting and does he listen?" she asked herself, shaking her head. "No, of course not," she answered her own question. She apparated inside, dried herself off with a spell and then apparated into the parlor to find George and Fred sitting at the table, calmly talking amongst themselves. They each had a butterbeer in front of them.
"Hermione," George remarked. "Are you all right? You look.stressed."
"I'm fine," she forced a smile on her face. "I just don't fancy being in the rain."
"Why were you in the rain?" George asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Trying to save your twin!" Hermione remarked. "He was about to be struck by lightning!" she exclaimed and then apparated up to her room.
~*~
Fred sat there, dumbfounded. Hermione had come outside because she was worried about him? Because she thought he was going to get struck by lighting?
He'd been standing in the rain, just thinking. He'd gotten an owl from Ron earlier that day. Ron and Harry were close to cracking the code. They'd intercepted an owl from Voldemort. It was going to one of his minions and they were close to cracking the code. Ron wanted to make sure Hermione was all right.
Fred bit his lip. George was sitting across from him, an amused expression on the face that mirrored his own.
"So.you and Hermione haven't been getting along?"
"Why do you say that?" Fred asked his twin.
"She.seemed upset."
"Well."
"You like her," George remarked suddenly. He set his butterbeer down. It was a statement, not a question.
"What? No, I don't. She's just Hermione. I don't like her like that!"
"Who said you liked her as more than a friend?" George raised an eyebrow at his brother. "You do, don't you?"
"What of it?" then, realizing what he'd said, "No! Of course not!"
"Then why bring it up? Why say it?" George grinned. "If you don't fancy her, then why bring it up when not asked?" Fred didn't have an answer for that.
"Dear brother," said George. "Your secret is safe with me," he grinned. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to report to mum that you and your little crush are okay," he winked and apparated out of the house.
Fred's eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open. He'd said it out loud. He'd said he liked her. Fred groaned and looked around the room helplessly before downing the last of his butterbeer.
"I'd better go apologize." What he'd said shocked him. Fred couldn't remember ever apologizing for something that wasn't his fault.
~*~
Hermione sat in her room, a book on her lap. She'd been terrified when she'd seen Fred standing in the rain, lightning flashing around him. Her first though had been, what if he dies and doesn't know how I feel? Hermione shook her head.
"You don't know what you feel," she said to herself aloud. "You're confused."
"Confused about what?" she looked up to see Fred standing in the doorway to her room, leaning against the doorjamb.
"What?"
"You said you were confused," Fred remarked.
"Oh, that," Hermione brushed the comment off. "Nothing important. Can I help you?" she asked, her eyes traveling over his familiar features.
"I wanted to apologize."
"For what?" Hermione asked, knowing what he was going to say, but wanting to actually hear him say it.
"For frightening you. I was just thinking and it started raining. I had a lightning shield powered up," he grinned sheepishly.
"You what?!" Hermione screeched. "Why you little."
"I just wanted to say I was sorry," Fred remarked. "I'm not used to having anyone here to care whether or not I get struck by lightning," he smiled gently. Hermione didn't know what to say in response, so she just nodded.
"What're you doing?" Fred asked.
"Reading," she answered.
"I can see that," Fred rolled his eyes. "About what?" Hermione held up the book. Wizarding Weddings and How to Plan Them.
"Ah," Fred remarked. "Anything interesting?"
"A few things. I'll have to go into Diagon Alley," she said softly.
"Let me know when you want to go, I have a few things I have to pick up, too," he smiled at her. "Goodnight Hermione."
"Goodnight Fred," Hermione remarked.
Authors Note: Okay, that was the crappiest chapter I've written so far, I think. Lol. But, I had an idea and I wrote. It's pretty crappy, but I'd still like your feedback. Remember; please be nice about your reviews. Just give me ways to make it better! It NEEDS to be better! Lol. Thanks for all the feedback! I REALLY appreciate it!
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