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A/N: Thanx reviewers! Its great to read input from you guys, and helps to write more (I think this is one of my fastest updates oO;)
Enter Fred - The Second Half
Ron never remembered taking this long for one turn during a game with Hermione. She wasn't a great chess player. But all of a sudden, she had developed a skill for it. To say the least, Ron was a little irritated. For once, Hermione wasn't losing. They NEEDED her to lose at something. It was good for her.
"'Mione, you're getting awfully good at this."
Hermione laughed. She'd been having a lot of practice now, with George that is. But they never seemed to finish there games anymore...well, not CHESS games...
A couple weeks had past, and it was now the end of the Christmas vacation. George and Hermione had started spending a good deal more time together including a very entertaining, personal Christmas celebration for two. But both of them felt...how to put this? Guilty? Perhaps a little. It was an odd situation to be in, seeing as Ron and George were brothers. But even Fred didn't know.
Correction: Fred didn't KNOW, but he'd grown increasingly suspicious. Twins have a hard time hiding things from each other completely, but George was doing one heck of a job.
"So, George, we ready to get over to Hogsmeade this weekend?" Fred asked, twirling a fake wand about. It turned into a rubber duck with a squeak and he laughed.
"Er,...tomorrow you mean?"
"George!"
"Alright! we can go...er....how long?" Fred took on a stern expression, as he turned to the Fat Lady, giving the password and stepping up into the entrance.
"George, brother, you've been acting mightily odd lately..."
"Odd? Odder than usual you mean?" George interrupted, evasively.
"Hey, I'm serious here you know! You shouldn't keep things from me."
"What things? Hey, there, Hermione, Ron, Harry." George grinned good-naturedly at the trio in the common room. They were playing chess, and Hermione looked like she was holding her own against Ron for once. His eyes met hers for just a second, but that was all that was really necessary. They both knew what they meant to each other now.
Fred dropped his frustration against George. He didn't want to tell his own twin, fine, then Fred would have to find out for himself. He swung around behind Ron, distracted from his thoughts by this perfect opportunity.
"Little brother, are you LOSING to HERMIONE at chess? This is YOUR game!"
"I'm not losing," Ron muttered irritably.
"Perhaps he's losing on purpose, eh George?"
"Er...." George blanked. Luckily Fred was busy dealing with Ron's fist, aimed directly at his head. George looked quickly at Hermione to see how she was taking this all. She was laughing at their antics as Ron was now fighting tooth and nail to get at Fred.
"Oi, George, this must be serious! Look at the passion..." Fred snickered uncontrollably. This was what life was all about...teasing little brothers about the crushes they didn't even know they had.
"Hermione...can we meet earlier tomorrow?" George asked in a hushed whisper. Hermione blushed suddenly, glancing at Harry. He was deeply interested in his Chudley Cannons book. Ok, he was out to lunch.
"George...we shouldn't talk about this here!"
"Can we, or can't we?" Ron seemed to be getting tired, so Hermione hurriedly said yes before calling out:
"Oh, Fred, leave him alone already. We have a game to finish." Fred laughed one last time before stopping.
"Alright, alright, we'll see the three of you later than. Come on, George, we've got some planning to do." They needed to make sure they got everything together for their big prank. And when they said everything, they meant it.
* * * * *
"Okay, so we're set then?" Fred sat on his bed, running a hand through his tousled red hair. It was early, and a Saturday, and he was awake. There was something wrong here...
"Yeah, we are. You have the potion list, yes?" George was fully dressed already, and just fixing the worst of his hair in a mirror. He'd probably have to fix it again anyway...
"...I thought YOU had the list."
George turned to his twin. "You didn't get the book out of the library?"
"Oh, come on, George, I got caught up in something, you know how it is. Just a quick distraction and the thought was out of my head. You can go grab it quickly before we head for the ol' humped crone statue." George sighed.
"Can't you?"
"Well, seeing as you're dressed..." Fred looked down at his pajamas, and his cold and un-socked feet. "I think you're a bit better suited for the job."
"Alright, I'll be right back..." George hurried out of the dorm, and out Gryffindor Tower. He was a bit pressed for time, seeing as he had to meet Hermione. But he could still get back and get Fred out of there in time to be with Hermione, even if it was short. Perhaps if he had gone just a tiny bit slower, he could've prevented a whole mess of problems.
Hermione had just gotten up, and decided to go up and see George now. He'd just passed out of the common room and into the corridors of the castle as she descended the last step. He wasn't in the common room, so she cautiously went up to his dorm, up the boys' stairs.
She knocked softly, peeking in after a second. There he was, sitting on his bed.
"Hermione? Well, good morning to you." Fred smiled as best he could while he wondered what she was doing up here at all.
"Are you alone?"
"Well, yes..." Fred's smile twitched for a second but he controlled it. Where was she going with this...?
Hermione's face broke into a grin, too, as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. She ran forward, seating herself practically on top of 'George' and threw her arms around his neck. She leaned forward to kiss him before he quite knew what was happening.
"Er, Hermione, this is awfully sweet of you, but don't you think we should get to know each other a bit first?" Fred was a bit shocked. 'A bit' being like Snape had started passing out Canary Creams to the Slytherins and gave perfect marks to Fred and George. Just 'a bit'.
"If that's your idea of a joke, your getting quite below your normal standard." Hermione frowned. Was something wrong?
"Well, how about this joke. Knock knock?" Hermione's face brightened up. She liked George's jokes.
"Who's there?"
"Fred."
"Fred who - oh......"
Hermione let him go and stood up, suddenly realizing what had happened. This was...awkward. Totally unsure of what to do or say, she stood there in hesitation, before sitting back on the bed (though this time, she choose her own seat, rather than trying to share Fred's)
Fred smiled to himself. Was his twin sneaky or what... He stood up, turning to Hermione.
"If you'd be kind enough to wait right here..." He turned and walked downstairs to the common room.
* * * * *
George ran up the last set of stairs, book in hand, before opening the portrait hole and scrambling in. He was panting slightly as he walked across the common room. Fred then came jogging down the stairs and promptly took the book from his hand.
"Go on up, your girlfriend's waiting for you." George nodded and started up before he realized what his twin had said. He smacked his forehead as Fred chuckled, looking up their potion.
A/N: Thanx for getting through Chapter 2, guys. And please R/R. ^^ Thank you!
A/N: Thanx reviewers! Its great to read input from you guys, and helps to write more (I think this is one of my fastest updates oO;)
Enter Fred - The Second Half
Ron never remembered taking this long for one turn during a game with Hermione. She wasn't a great chess player. But all of a sudden, she had developed a skill for it. To say the least, Ron was a little irritated. For once, Hermione wasn't losing. They NEEDED her to lose at something. It was good for her.
"'Mione, you're getting awfully good at this."
Hermione laughed. She'd been having a lot of practice now, with George that is. But they never seemed to finish there games anymore...well, not CHESS games...
A couple weeks had past, and it was now the end of the Christmas vacation. George and Hermione had started spending a good deal more time together including a very entertaining, personal Christmas celebration for two. But both of them felt...how to put this? Guilty? Perhaps a little. It was an odd situation to be in, seeing as Ron and George were brothers. But even Fred didn't know.
Correction: Fred didn't KNOW, but he'd grown increasingly suspicious. Twins have a hard time hiding things from each other completely, but George was doing one heck of a job.
"So, George, we ready to get over to Hogsmeade this weekend?" Fred asked, twirling a fake wand about. It turned into a rubber duck with a squeak and he laughed.
"Er,...tomorrow you mean?"
"George!"
"Alright! we can go...er....how long?" Fred took on a stern expression, as he turned to the Fat Lady, giving the password and stepping up into the entrance.
"George, brother, you've been acting mightily odd lately..."
"Odd? Odder than usual you mean?" George interrupted, evasively.
"Hey, I'm serious here you know! You shouldn't keep things from me."
"What things? Hey, there, Hermione, Ron, Harry." George grinned good-naturedly at the trio in the common room. They were playing chess, and Hermione looked like she was holding her own against Ron for once. His eyes met hers for just a second, but that was all that was really necessary. They both knew what they meant to each other now.
Fred dropped his frustration against George. He didn't want to tell his own twin, fine, then Fred would have to find out for himself. He swung around behind Ron, distracted from his thoughts by this perfect opportunity.
"Little brother, are you LOSING to HERMIONE at chess? This is YOUR game!"
"I'm not losing," Ron muttered irritably.
"Perhaps he's losing on purpose, eh George?"
"Er...." George blanked. Luckily Fred was busy dealing with Ron's fist, aimed directly at his head. George looked quickly at Hermione to see how she was taking this all. She was laughing at their antics as Ron was now fighting tooth and nail to get at Fred.
"Oi, George, this must be serious! Look at the passion..." Fred snickered uncontrollably. This was what life was all about...teasing little brothers about the crushes they didn't even know they had.
"Hermione...can we meet earlier tomorrow?" George asked in a hushed whisper. Hermione blushed suddenly, glancing at Harry. He was deeply interested in his Chudley Cannons book. Ok, he was out to lunch.
"George...we shouldn't talk about this here!"
"Can we, or can't we?" Ron seemed to be getting tired, so Hermione hurriedly said yes before calling out:
"Oh, Fred, leave him alone already. We have a game to finish." Fred laughed one last time before stopping.
"Alright, alright, we'll see the three of you later than. Come on, George, we've got some planning to do." They needed to make sure they got everything together for their big prank. And when they said everything, they meant it.
* * * * *
"Okay, so we're set then?" Fred sat on his bed, running a hand through his tousled red hair. It was early, and a Saturday, and he was awake. There was something wrong here...
"Yeah, we are. You have the potion list, yes?" George was fully dressed already, and just fixing the worst of his hair in a mirror. He'd probably have to fix it again anyway...
"...I thought YOU had the list."
George turned to his twin. "You didn't get the book out of the library?"
"Oh, come on, George, I got caught up in something, you know how it is. Just a quick distraction and the thought was out of my head. You can go grab it quickly before we head for the ol' humped crone statue." George sighed.
"Can't you?"
"Well, seeing as you're dressed..." Fred looked down at his pajamas, and his cold and un-socked feet. "I think you're a bit better suited for the job."
"Alright, I'll be right back..." George hurried out of the dorm, and out Gryffindor Tower. He was a bit pressed for time, seeing as he had to meet Hermione. But he could still get back and get Fred out of there in time to be with Hermione, even if it was short. Perhaps if he had gone just a tiny bit slower, he could've prevented a whole mess of problems.
Hermione had just gotten up, and decided to go up and see George now. He'd just passed out of the common room and into the corridors of the castle as she descended the last step. He wasn't in the common room, so she cautiously went up to his dorm, up the boys' stairs.
She knocked softly, peeking in after a second. There he was, sitting on his bed.
"Hermione? Well, good morning to you." Fred smiled as best he could while he wondered what she was doing up here at all.
"Are you alone?"
"Well, yes..." Fred's smile twitched for a second but he controlled it. Where was she going with this...?
Hermione's face broke into a grin, too, as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. She ran forward, seating herself practically on top of 'George' and threw her arms around his neck. She leaned forward to kiss him before he quite knew what was happening.
"Er, Hermione, this is awfully sweet of you, but don't you think we should get to know each other a bit first?" Fred was a bit shocked. 'A bit' being like Snape had started passing out Canary Creams to the Slytherins and gave perfect marks to Fred and George. Just 'a bit'.
"If that's your idea of a joke, your getting quite below your normal standard." Hermione frowned. Was something wrong?
"Well, how about this joke. Knock knock?" Hermione's face brightened up. She liked George's jokes.
"Who's there?"
"Fred."
"Fred who - oh......"
Hermione let him go and stood up, suddenly realizing what had happened. This was...awkward. Totally unsure of what to do or say, she stood there in hesitation, before sitting back on the bed (though this time, she choose her own seat, rather than trying to share Fred's)
Fred smiled to himself. Was his twin sneaky or what... He stood up, turning to Hermione.
"If you'd be kind enough to wait right here..." He turned and walked downstairs to the common room.
* * * * *
George ran up the last set of stairs, book in hand, before opening the portrait hole and scrambling in. He was panting slightly as he walked across the common room. Fred then came jogging down the stairs and promptly took the book from his hand.
"Go on up, your girlfriend's waiting for you." George nodded and started up before he realized what his twin had said. He smacked his forehead as Fred chuckled, looking up their potion.
A/N: Thanx for getting through Chapter 2, guys. And please R/R. ^^ Thank you!