~ Echoes of Silence ~
Summary: Hermione is abused at home... Fred's in love with her, but hasn't acted on it because he thinks his brother Ron is also in love with her. An Hr/ FW story
Diagon Alley
Flourish and Blott
"Angelina Johnson," snaps a visibly irate Mr. Weasley. "Come with me young lady!"
Angelina just stands there, glaring at Mr. Weasley. Smirking she turns her back to him, looking around for Fred. Feeling a hand grip her arm, Angelina looks up to see Mr. Weasley glaring down coldly at her. Before he forces her to follow him.
Approaching the entrance, Angelina sees a pair of brown shoes sticking out from a pile of fallen books. As Angelina walked pass that's Fred. Attempting to pull away from Mr. Weasley, she was surprised when she was unable to do so.
"Molly," instructs Arthur. "Please wait until after we leave to undo the Petrificus Totalus."
"I will," agrees Molly. "Don't want a repeat of last night." Molly kisses Arthur's cheek before glaring coldly at Angelina. "I don't ever want to see you at my home again!"
"But…" starts Angelina as Mr. Weasley drags her away.
Mrs. Weasley looks down at her son on the ground, I can't keep going this. Pointing her wand at her son, Mrs. Weasley takes off the body bind.
Jumping up Fred almost pushes his mother aside to look out the window. Shaking his head when he hears Hermione's soft cries, he heads towards the girl lying on the ground curled up in a ball. George, Ron and Harry were standing guard, as Ginny looks Hermione over. Nodding to the boys, they let him pass. Placing a hand on Ginny's shoulder, Fred silently tells her that he will take over.
Fred leans over and whispers into Hermione's ear, before lifting her up. Moving a bit Fred sits down on a stack of books, placing Hermione on his lap. Her head on his chest, while her hand covered her face as obvious tears spilled out of her eyes. Hunching down Fred starts to whisper.
Fred and Hermione's Conversation
"Mione," whispers Fred. "I'm going to pick you up, alright?" Seeing her slightly nod her head, Fred does so. Sitting down on some books, he places her on his lap. "You comfortable?"
"Yes," replies Hermione.
"Ok, what did Angelina say," asks Fred. Seeing Hermione scrunch up her face then bites her lip. Oh no, Mione you're going to tell me. I have ways of making people talk. "Come on, you'll feel better."
"She said that I was a Death Eater in training and a traitor," quietly cries Hermione.
Normal POV
To anyone looking at the couple, anyone in the bookstore knew the girl was distraught and the boy was slowly soothing her. To those who knew the couple could see signs of deep friendship and trust, with a hint of something more. The girls smile as Fred starts to stroke Hermione's back.
Fred and Hermione's Conversation
"Oh, please! No one who remotely knows you believes that," dismiss Fred, rubbing his hand in circles on Hermione's back. "Angelina is just a complete on total…"
Normal POV
"FRED!" gasps Hermione.
Harry and Ron glance at each other, stifling a laugh. They instantly recognize the tone of voice Hermione had just used, seeing how they were usually on the receiving end of it.
"Fred must have said something," states George who was glaring at Colin Creevey. When Colin notices George, he put his hand up in the air so fast you would think he was being robed.
Fred and Hermione's Conversation
"What?" laughs Fred. Giving her his best you have got to be kidding me stare he is rewarded when Hermione blushes. "I think sitting on a pile of Monster Book of Monsters."
"What!" laughs Hermione as she wiggles on his lap to see what books Fred was really sitting on. Glancing at the cover, a full blush creeps into her cheek. Book to finding your true love, I think I already have.
Normal POV
Slowly Hermione got up from Fred's lap, swaying as she tempts to get her balance. Fred has one of her hands in his, another hand on the small of her back. Standing up next to her, Fred watches her limp her way to the front of the store.
This is ridicules! Angelina should be made to suffer! Smirking at George, he saw him nod and mouth the words 'later tonight.' Feeling peculiarly evil, Fred waits until Hermione and him are just outside the bookstore before sweeping her off her feet.
"Fred," laughs Hermione. "I'm not a Quaffle! Put me down."
"How can you be so sure?" questions Fred as he leads the way to Florean Fortesque's.
Laughing Ginny shouts, "Not this again!"
Diagon Alley
Florean Fortesque's
Finishing up eating her double truffle chocolate ice-cream fudge Sunday, Hermione smiles in pure bliss at the really sinful treat. That really hit the spot. Looking over the table to Harry and Ron, Hermione smiles as they try to not look over to the Quality Quidditch Supplies store. There must be a new broom.
"Hey," grumbles George as he does a double take at a kid walking down the alley. Moving his mouth a few times before he croaks out, "Fred!"
"George?"
"Fred!"
"George?"
George narrows his eyes at his laughing twin, "Look at that kid." Pointing out the kid in question.
"Yeah so," dismiss Fred as a smirk is being fought off his face.
"Fred!"
"George?"
"Oh stop it you two," snaps Molly as she too looks at the kid in question. "George! There is nothing wrong with that kid."
"But mum," groans George. "You see that's the thing, there is."
"What?" asks everyone as they look at the kid.
Placing a hand over her mouth, Hermione desperately tries not to laugh at the anguish on George's face. Feeling Fred squeeze her hand, Hermione squeezes back. "What's wrong," asks Hermione her voice breaking from the effort not to laugh.
"He has a fake wand!" whispers George is outrage. Jumping up, George points at the kid. "That's our invention!"
Finally Hermione couldn't take it anymore, she bust out laughing. Fred sat there smirking at his twin. "I know."
"What?" asks George giving Hermione a weird look.
"They are now being sold at Gambol and Japes (joke shop in Diagon Alley) along with our taffy-tongues," laughs Fred at George's astonished face.
"How…when," stutters George.
"Later," laughs Fred as Mr. Wimble the owner of Quality Quidditch Supplies approaches their table.
"Ah, I'm sorry to bother you," says Mr. Wimble. "But I was wondering if you're going to be picking up your order or if you want it delivered?"
"What order," asks Mrs. Weasley.
"The one for a Miss Josephine Granger and Weasleys," answers Mr. Wimble.
"Merlin," mutters Fred jumping up and looking around. "Mione is your aunt an Animagi?"
"I don't think so," replies Hermione. "Besides she is in the U.S right now."
"We'll pick up the order," states Ron to Mr. Wimble. As the man leaves Ron and Harry follow shrugging their shoulders. When the two boys came back to the table, both Ron and Harry were out of breath from carrying five brooms.
"Mione who is your aunt," demands Ron. "Can she adopt me?" Getting a dark look from his mother Ron tries to explain. "Mum, her aunt bought us all brooms! Three Firebolts, those brooms are for George, Fred and myself. Two Nimbus 2003 for Ginny and Hermione."
"Hermione," says Mrs. Weasley turning a little pale at the thought of someone spending so much money on her children. Plus all the money her aunt deposited into our vault! "What do you know about your aunt?"
Biting her lower lip, Hermione answers truthful, "Not much. Her fist name is Athena, lives for most of the year in the U.S. but travels a lot for her job. I'm not sure what she does for a living. Hates, I mean really hates my father. And is eccentric. That's it."
Until Later…
