CHAPTER 3: Trying to get back Hermione
(A/N: Of course he gets her back.. don't worry F/Hermione lovers!)
As soon as the annoyed Hermione left, Fred leapt up, gave his twin a good scolding, and raced out of the library, looking for Hermione.
"Hermione, oh Hermione, I am so sorry." he began to mumble to himself, thinking of an apology. "You were right. George is an idiot-"
"He is?" asked a voice. Fred turned around. It was Ron and Harry.
"What do you to want?" Fred sneered.
"I loved your newspaper article," Ron said sarcastically. "I would have thought you and George would never do this to me and Harry. Now Hermione hates us for wanting to get her off of you, and talking about her."
"Look, GEORGE is the one who wrote it! Not Fred! Not Fred-George! So stop blaming it on me. And you got your wish, my girlfriend dumped me!" Fred screamed. "Now if you would leave me alone, it would be a pleasure. Me and Hermione love each other, and-and-you can't separate us, no matter how hard you try-or how hard George tries! SO don't try, okay? Whatever you do, I will find her and kiss her and-"
"Fred, you're going all crazy over some dim-witted book-hugging girl," a voice said behind them. George.
"How come everyone is all of a sudden showing up? And did you call my girlfriend-"
"X-girlfriend!" George interrupted.
"Look, why are you here? I am already enough mad at you . So why don't you just leave me alone, because I am almost frustrated enough to through some damn snake at you, right now!"
A/N: Fred couldn't help cussing. He knew Hermione would hate it, but since he was so frustrated, he needed a little bad language use in there.
"Fine!" George and Ron said at the same time. Harry nodded. "We'll leave you alone!"
*Back to Hermione, Missing her Boyfriend*
Hermione stomped all the way to the girls dormitory. She flung the door open, and screamed.
"Why did this happen to me?" she shrieked. She found herself sobbing, and she flew, facefirst, into her warm, soft, blankets. "I love him so dearly, and yet I treat him like rotten-eggs!"
She picked up her compact mirror from her dresser, and threw it on the floor.
"Why are you so frustrated?" the mirror asked her.
"I lost my boyfriend-Fred Weasley ! His stupid damn brother wrote an article about Harry and Ron trying to split us up, and I blamed Fred. Actually, George, his brother, eavesdropped. Quite rude, if you ask me. Just to get some stupid story."
"Well, if they wanted to split you guys up, why do you think they planned that?"
"They thought I was hanging around and snogging Fred too much-" Hermione covered her mouth. She was beginning to sound like Fred or George! "They thought I was kissing Fred too much and that they were losing me."
"Maybe in their deep hearts, they were," the mirror said reasonably. "And Fred Weasley? I heard he was a hot one."
"Not hot, but cute," Hermione said shrilly. "Well, gotta go talk to him!" She waved to the mirror. As she stepped down the steps, she mumbled to herself, "I talked and told something to a mirror."
*Fred finding Hermione, her face flushed, and her eyes damp*
"Hermione! I was looking all over for you!" Fred cried, sitting up from his chair in the common room. He found his beloved Hermione, eyes damp, and face flushed.
"What do you want, traitor?" Hermione snapped. "I want nothing more to do with you!"
"Hermione, I'm not George. I'm Fred, remember? All those good times-?"
"It was your idea for the paper wasn't it?" she snapped again. 'If you hadn't made the paper, none of this would have happened!"
"Hermione," Fred tried to stroke her hair, but Hermione quickly pulled away.
"What? Don't touch me, don't even get close to me!" Hermione screamed. "I want you out of my life!"
Hermione shrieked again, and turned to stomp away. The truth was, Hermione loved Fred. She just was so fed up, she couldn't take it anymore. She just couldn't show her love, no matter how hard she tried. She wanted so bad to touch Fred's lips with her own, and feel the romance curl again. But she knew her heart was telling her not to.
"What is wrong with me?" she mumbled to herself. "I love Fred, I want to kiss him, and be his friend. But for some reason, I'm not letting myself.'
"What?" Fred asked. Hermione realized she hadn't turned and stomped away.
'Fred, I love you!" Hermione screamed. "My body isn't letting me get close to you-no-my heart isn't letting me! Oh, Fred!" She pulled up enough strengeth against her heart, and hugged Fred, throwing her arms around him. "I am so sorry! It's not your fault!" She sobbed into his shirt, her nose hot pink, and eyes damp, once again.
"It's okay, Hermione. I-"
"N-no-it's n-not o-okay!" she said, stuttering between tears. "I-I- j-just w-want-tt-ed y-you to know, I-I -love y-you, even if s-sometimes it doesn't seem that w-way!"
"Hermione, I know you didn't mean what you said," Fred said, hugging Hermione back. Just as Hermione looked up, and they were about to kiss-
"It's so beautiful! Waaaaaaah!" George's voice entered the room.
"George!" Fred cried, pretending to shove Hermione off, but not really shoving her. It looked like he pushed her off, but he pushed her gently, and she flew to the chair by herself.
"What?"
"I have-I don't ever want you coming in the common room while-"
"Freddy, I didn't know you were making out with your girlfriend. Sorry," George went up the stairs, pretending to go in the dormitory, but really hiding behind the stairs.
Fred picked Hermione up, and gently kissed her.
Hermione let go of Fred, and ran up the steps, finding a dumbfounded George on the stairs.
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"GEORGE WEASLEY!" She screamed, signaling Fred to zoom up the stairs.
"I HATE YOU, GEORGE!" Fred snapped loudly. "IF YOU EVER DO THIS AGAIN-I WILL-I WILL-"
"Wait, Fred bro," George said nervously. "I fell on the steps, and uh broke my leg! Yeah, that's it! And I couldn't get up-"
"You're a little damn liar, you know that don't you?" Fred asked.
"Fred!" Hermione cried. "Please no cursing unless very frustrated!"
"But I am very frustrated!"
"But this isn't that bad. He's seen us kiss before." Fred socked George, and walked away.
"Fred, you didn't have to do that," Hermione said to Fred.
"Well he was the one who wrote that article, Hermione," Fred pointed out. "Not to mention, he was lying to us and watched us kiss so."
"So what?" Hermione asked. 'It's just a little peck. I miss-"
"Hermione, something is wrong." Hermione's eyes were filling up. She sobbed, once again throwing her arms around Fred. She sobbed into his shirt.
"I MISS HARRY AND RON! But I don't w-want t-to leave you, Freddy!" she cried. "Now Harry and Ron are all mad at me because-"
"Hermione, it doesn't matter. Herhoney-"
"Why are you calling m-me HerHoney?" Hermione asked Fred, taking her face out of his drenched shirt.
"Well, your name's Hermione, and you're a honey. So, that makes HerHoney."
"Oh Fred!"
*Harry and Ron*
"Ron, still. Fred and Hermione are still together."
"I am kind of used to it. No use in trying to tear them apart. You just look at Hermione, and Fred is right there. I wish Hermione where here. Not there." Ron pointed at Fred and Hermione, approaching them.
"Sorry, Harry, Ron," Fred said, and Hermione saying her apologies after him.
"Apology not accepted," Ron snapped, and turned his back to Fred. Fred winced. Hermione tapped Ron's shoulder.
"Ron, I'm sorry. George's article kind of shoved me in the face and said, "hey-it's Ron and Harry, they're feeling this way, I should go talk to them'.
"We should be the ones saying sorry!" Harry cried. "We badmouthed you guys. And George's article-we kind of deserved what George did to us."
'What are you talking about?" Ron snapped. "We were the ones going under all that pressure of seeing you guys kiss and-"
"RON!"
"What?"
"There's nothing wrong with being in love. So what if Hermione and Fred chose each other? They were probably meant to be, that's why they fell in love. I can't believe I was even on your side. I was too blind to see that there is nothing wrong with love," Harry said. "If you don't mind, I am with Hermione on this."
"What?" Ron asked. "But Harry-you're being so disloyal!"
"Look who is talking," Harry snapped. "This was all your idea."
"Harry, I-need to explain. Okay? I was jealous of Fred, since he got Hermione-" Harry's jaw dropped.
"You like Hermione-?" Harry couldn't finish his sentence. "I-Ron-"
"Ron-Fred and I love each other. And there's nothing you can do about it. Okay?" Hermione said slowly. "I just want you to know that I don't love you."
Ron looked like he was about to sob. Hermione felt guilty that she did this to Ron.
"Ron, I didn't mean to hurt you!" she called, but Ron had already grabbed his coat and ran out of the Gryffindor house.
*Ron, destroyed by his own crush*
I can't believe it, Ron thought. I won't believe it. Harry sided with Hermione, instead of me. And the most humiliating thing is, FRED knows that I like Hermione! Well I can't help it if Hermione is so damn hot.
Ron heard Hermione's voice. He was outside of Hogwarts, looking into a frozen lake. Well it looked frozen in his POV, because he felt frozen.
"What do you want, Hermione?" Ron felt that he didn't ever want to see Hermione-or hear Hermione-ever again.
Ron turned around, against his own will.
"Ron, I didn't mean to hurt you. I-" Ron had already turned around and was marching away. "Ron!"
"WHAT?" Ron barked. "I don't ever want to see you-or Harry or Fred-ever again!" Ron didn't think Hermione was hot right then. Or ever again.
(A/N: Of course he gets her back.. don't worry F/Hermione lovers!)
As soon as the annoyed Hermione left, Fred leapt up, gave his twin a good scolding, and raced out of the library, looking for Hermione.
"Hermione, oh Hermione, I am so sorry." he began to mumble to himself, thinking of an apology. "You were right. George is an idiot-"
"He is?" asked a voice. Fred turned around. It was Ron and Harry.
"What do you to want?" Fred sneered.
"I loved your newspaper article," Ron said sarcastically. "I would have thought you and George would never do this to me and Harry. Now Hermione hates us for wanting to get her off of you, and talking about her."
"Look, GEORGE is the one who wrote it! Not Fred! Not Fred-George! So stop blaming it on me. And you got your wish, my girlfriend dumped me!" Fred screamed. "Now if you would leave me alone, it would be a pleasure. Me and Hermione love each other, and-and-you can't separate us, no matter how hard you try-or how hard George tries! SO don't try, okay? Whatever you do, I will find her and kiss her and-"
"Fred, you're going all crazy over some dim-witted book-hugging girl," a voice said behind them. George.
"How come everyone is all of a sudden showing up? And did you call my girlfriend-"
"X-girlfriend!" George interrupted.
"Look, why are you here? I am already enough mad at you . So why don't you just leave me alone, because I am almost frustrated enough to through some damn snake at you, right now!"
A/N: Fred couldn't help cussing. He knew Hermione would hate it, but since he was so frustrated, he needed a little bad language use in there.
"Fine!" George and Ron said at the same time. Harry nodded. "We'll leave you alone!"
*Back to Hermione, Missing her Boyfriend*
Hermione stomped all the way to the girls dormitory. She flung the door open, and screamed.
"Why did this happen to me?" she shrieked. She found herself sobbing, and she flew, facefirst, into her warm, soft, blankets. "I love him so dearly, and yet I treat him like rotten-eggs!"
She picked up her compact mirror from her dresser, and threw it on the floor.
"Why are you so frustrated?" the mirror asked her.
"I lost my boyfriend-Fred Weasley ! His stupid damn brother wrote an article about Harry and Ron trying to split us up, and I blamed Fred. Actually, George, his brother, eavesdropped. Quite rude, if you ask me. Just to get some stupid story."
"Well, if they wanted to split you guys up, why do you think they planned that?"
"They thought I was hanging around and snogging Fred too much-" Hermione covered her mouth. She was beginning to sound like Fred or George! "They thought I was kissing Fred too much and that they were losing me."
"Maybe in their deep hearts, they were," the mirror said reasonably. "And Fred Weasley? I heard he was a hot one."
"Not hot, but cute," Hermione said shrilly. "Well, gotta go talk to him!" She waved to the mirror. As she stepped down the steps, she mumbled to herself, "I talked and told something to a mirror."
*Fred finding Hermione, her face flushed, and her eyes damp*
"Hermione! I was looking all over for you!" Fred cried, sitting up from his chair in the common room. He found his beloved Hermione, eyes damp, and face flushed.
"What do you want, traitor?" Hermione snapped. "I want nothing more to do with you!"
"Hermione, I'm not George. I'm Fred, remember? All those good times-?"
"It was your idea for the paper wasn't it?" she snapped again. 'If you hadn't made the paper, none of this would have happened!"
"Hermione," Fred tried to stroke her hair, but Hermione quickly pulled away.
"What? Don't touch me, don't even get close to me!" Hermione screamed. "I want you out of my life!"
Hermione shrieked again, and turned to stomp away. The truth was, Hermione loved Fred. She just was so fed up, she couldn't take it anymore. She just couldn't show her love, no matter how hard she tried. She wanted so bad to touch Fred's lips with her own, and feel the romance curl again. But she knew her heart was telling her not to.
"What is wrong with me?" she mumbled to herself. "I love Fred, I want to kiss him, and be his friend. But for some reason, I'm not letting myself.'
"What?" Fred asked. Hermione realized she hadn't turned and stomped away.
'Fred, I love you!" Hermione screamed. "My body isn't letting me get close to you-no-my heart isn't letting me! Oh, Fred!" She pulled up enough strengeth against her heart, and hugged Fred, throwing her arms around him. "I am so sorry! It's not your fault!" She sobbed into his shirt, her nose hot pink, and eyes damp, once again.
"It's okay, Hermione. I-"
"N-no-it's n-not o-okay!" she said, stuttering between tears. "I-I- j-just w-want-tt-ed y-you to know, I-I -love y-you, even if s-sometimes it doesn't seem that w-way!"
"Hermione, I know you didn't mean what you said," Fred said, hugging Hermione back. Just as Hermione looked up, and they were about to kiss-
"It's so beautiful! Waaaaaaah!" George's voice entered the room.
"George!" Fred cried, pretending to shove Hermione off, but not really shoving her. It looked like he pushed her off, but he pushed her gently, and she flew to the chair by herself.
"What?"
"I have-I don't ever want you coming in the common room while-"
"Freddy, I didn't know you were making out with your girlfriend. Sorry," George went up the stairs, pretending to go in the dormitory, but really hiding behind the stairs.
Fred picked Hermione up, and gently kissed her.
Hermione let go of Fred, and ran up the steps, finding a dumbfounded George on the stairs.
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"GEORGE WEASLEY!" She screamed, signaling Fred to zoom up the stairs.
"I HATE YOU, GEORGE!" Fred snapped loudly. "IF YOU EVER DO THIS AGAIN-I WILL-I WILL-"
"Wait, Fred bro," George said nervously. "I fell on the steps, and uh broke my leg! Yeah, that's it! And I couldn't get up-"
"You're a little damn liar, you know that don't you?" Fred asked.
"Fred!" Hermione cried. "Please no cursing unless very frustrated!"
"But I am very frustrated!"
"But this isn't that bad. He's seen us kiss before." Fred socked George, and walked away.
"Fred, you didn't have to do that," Hermione said to Fred.
"Well he was the one who wrote that article, Hermione," Fred pointed out. "Not to mention, he was lying to us and watched us kiss so."
"So what?" Hermione asked. 'It's just a little peck. I miss-"
"Hermione, something is wrong." Hermione's eyes were filling up. She sobbed, once again throwing her arms around Fred. She sobbed into his shirt.
"I MISS HARRY AND RON! But I don't w-want t-to leave you, Freddy!" she cried. "Now Harry and Ron are all mad at me because-"
"Hermione, it doesn't matter. Herhoney-"
"Why are you calling m-me HerHoney?" Hermione asked Fred, taking her face out of his drenched shirt.
"Well, your name's Hermione, and you're a honey. So, that makes HerHoney."
"Oh Fred!"
*Harry and Ron*
"Ron, still. Fred and Hermione are still together."
"I am kind of used to it. No use in trying to tear them apart. You just look at Hermione, and Fred is right there. I wish Hermione where here. Not there." Ron pointed at Fred and Hermione, approaching them.
"Sorry, Harry, Ron," Fred said, and Hermione saying her apologies after him.
"Apology not accepted," Ron snapped, and turned his back to Fred. Fred winced. Hermione tapped Ron's shoulder.
"Ron, I'm sorry. George's article kind of shoved me in the face and said, "hey-it's Ron and Harry, they're feeling this way, I should go talk to them'.
"We should be the ones saying sorry!" Harry cried. "We badmouthed you guys. And George's article-we kind of deserved what George did to us."
'What are you talking about?" Ron snapped. "We were the ones going under all that pressure of seeing you guys kiss and-"
"RON!"
"What?"
"There's nothing wrong with being in love. So what if Hermione and Fred chose each other? They were probably meant to be, that's why they fell in love. I can't believe I was even on your side. I was too blind to see that there is nothing wrong with love," Harry said. "If you don't mind, I am with Hermione on this."
"What?" Ron asked. "But Harry-you're being so disloyal!"
"Look who is talking," Harry snapped. "This was all your idea."
"Harry, I-need to explain. Okay? I was jealous of Fred, since he got Hermione-" Harry's jaw dropped.
"You like Hermione-?" Harry couldn't finish his sentence. "I-Ron-"
"Ron-Fred and I love each other. And there's nothing you can do about it. Okay?" Hermione said slowly. "I just want you to know that I don't love you."
Ron looked like he was about to sob. Hermione felt guilty that she did this to Ron.
"Ron, I didn't mean to hurt you!" she called, but Ron had already grabbed his coat and ran out of the Gryffindor house.
*Ron, destroyed by his own crush*
I can't believe it, Ron thought. I won't believe it. Harry sided with Hermione, instead of me. And the most humiliating thing is, FRED knows that I like Hermione! Well I can't help it if Hermione is so damn hot.
Ron heard Hermione's voice. He was outside of Hogwarts, looking into a frozen lake. Well it looked frozen in his POV, because he felt frozen.
"What do you want, Hermione?" Ron felt that he didn't ever want to see Hermione-or hear Hermione-ever again.
Ron turned around, against his own will.
"Ron, I didn't mean to hurt you. I-" Ron had already turned around and was marching away. "Ron!"
"WHAT?" Ron barked. "I don't ever want to see you-or Harry or Fred-ever again!" Ron didn't think Hermione was hot right then. Or ever again.