When The Wrong One Loves You Right
Author - Clara Lou
Disclaimer - You think I own it Ha Ha! Oh wait your serious? Nothing of Harry Potter belongs to me it all belongs to the wonderful J.K.Rowling. The title of the story is a Celine Dion Song so it belongs to her and her record companies. The only thing that belongs to me is Jennifer Connelly and anything about her.
Summary - Jennifer enlists the help of Fred, in her master plan with hilarious results as she does
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Fred walked down the hall, whistling to himself as he went. His day was free, but unfortunately he couldn't find George anywhere. Come to think of it, George had been acting really strange, ever since the summer. He stopped when a set of doors came into his sight; he frowned as he saw the library entrance. "How did I get here?" he asked himself. He shrugged, and pushed the door open, and walked in.
He ignored the glare he received from the librarian-- you set off a dung bomb or twenty, and you were marked for life. He strolled through the shelves, stopping every once in awhile to look at a book, loads of emphasis on the looked. He was about to leave when he spotted Hermione sitting surrounded by piles of books. He walked over and sat across from her.
Smiling he watched her as she jotted down notes, totally engrossed in what she was doing. He leaned back in the set and stared at the ceiling. He whistled softly as he waited for her to notice him. He looked back at the table and then around the library.
"Do you ignore everyone when you're studying, or is it just me?" he asked her.
Hermione jumped and knocked over her ink. "What? Oh, God!" she squealed as she tried to stem the flow of the ink over her parchment.
Fred winced, and quickly muttered a cleaning charm as he pointed his wand at the ink. Hermione froze, and looked at her now clean parchment and books. She looked back up at Fred, and then back at her homework; she bit her lip and brushed her hand over the now clean homework.
"I didn't know you knew any cleaning charms," she said softly as she placed the stopper into her inkbottle.
Smiling, Fred helped her sort her parchment into a pile and shrugged. "Just thought it might come in useful for cleaning my room." Hermione looked at him as her mouth formed a perfect O and then looked down at the parchment.
"I need to go," she muttered as she stuffed her parchment, quills, ink and books into her bag. Fred looked at her in confusion, and grabbed her arm as she went to walk past.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked her. She shook her head and wrenched her arm free, and all but ran out of the library. Fred scratched his head as she pushed past Jennifer on her way out. Jennifer walked towards Fred, frowning at Hermione's actions. She looked at Fred, who just shrugged.
Jennifer sat down at the now vacated table. "I need your help, any way. I kind of mucked something up," she told him as she looked at the table. Fred sat down and looked at her.
"What did you do?" he asked curiously. Jennifer bit her lip, and traced a finger over a mark on the table.
"Ok, I need you to listen and not interrupt. Ok?" she asked, and smiled when he nodded. "Well, it started on Monday when I went to see George after Quidditch practice. I wanted to talk to him about Hermione." She held up a hand to quiet him. "I'll explain if you give me a minute. George likes Hermione, and I mean really likes." She stopped for a minute letting Fred take the information in.
"The only problem is that Hermione doesn't like him like that. She likes." She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. "She... she... She likes you."
Fred's head snapped up as he gaped at her. He hadn't really been listening. He had been planning a new prank, but her last sentence had caught his attention. He opened his mouth, and then closed it. He did this several times, and Jennifer, who had been watching him, had to hold back a giggle. He looked like a goldfish in her opinion.
Fred finally shut his mouth, and sat in silence for at least ten minutes. Anyone that walked by, and saw Fred sitting in silence, decided it was either a prank or a spell, as it was well known that Fred Weasley could never easily be shut up. So it was decided later, as the gossip flew through the school, that Jennifer must have cast a silence charm on him; everyone knew how good she was at it.
Fred did finally snap out of the daze, but it took some pretty drastic measures on Jennifer's part, which even to this day she won't tell anyone what they where. Fred was under a threat of grievous bodily harm to certain body parts if he told anyone. So Fred decided not to tell the story, as he was under all the joking a sensible guy, and he knew he would need all his body parts later on in life.
"You've got to be kidding, Jennifer. There is no way in hell that Hermione fancies me. God there's more chance of Snape stripping off in The Great Hall, grabbing Neville, and tangoing before snogging Malfoy," Fred informed her. Jennifer snickered slightly at his image, and then shook her head. Men: they were hopeless, they just didn't see anything unless it was printed in twenty-foot letters in the Daily Prophet, and then only if it was in the Quidditch section.
"Fred, trust me. She fancies you, but that's not the problem," she informed him with a slight smile.
"It isn't?" Fred asked bewildered "Then what is?" Jennifer leaned forward and smiled wickedly.
"Ah Fred, I thought you would never ask. The problem is that George, your own twin brother, happens to be head over heels in love with Hermione." Jennifer leaned back in her seat, and smiled widely as Fred again did his impression of a goldfish. She knew she shouldn't enjoy this, but it wasn't often that anyone could shut Fred Weasley up without using magic. She had accomplished this impossible feat twice in the past thirty minutes. She watched as he sat there trying to understand everything she had told him, and trying to come up with proof that George didn't have feelings for Hermione. More importantly, that Hermione didn't have feelings for him.
Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Fred, just accept it, and please, for the love of God, move on. George likes Hermione, and Hermione likes you."
Fred shook himself out of his daze. "No, there is no way George wouldn't tell me if he liked a girl. Especially if he liked Hermione."
Jennifer blew a strand of her hair out of her face, and wondered what she had done to deserve this. All she wanted to do was get her friends together. "Fred, honestly, if you knew that George liked Hermione, what would you done?" she asked inquiringly.
Fred sat for a minute before a wicked grin spread over his face-- that grin wasn't good. In fact on a scale of one to ten, it was an eleven of not good. Jennifer of course knew both of the twins, so she straightaway knew what that smile meant, and smiled slightly.
"Let me guess, you would have teased me in front of her and all his friends?" she told him knowingly, and laughed slightly as Fred looked surprised.
"Come on, Fred, I've known you for five years, give me some credit," she told him with a wide smile.
Fred shrugged. "Ok, ok, I would have made fun of him, but he would do the same thing to me," he told her as a defence. "Anyway back to the original question. What do you need help with?" he asked her curiously.
Jennifer dropped her head to the table and banged it slightly on the table, all the while muttering about men and not listening and why was God cursing her. Finally she raised her head and leant it on her hands.
"I thought you would have realised it by now, but I forgot you're a man," she told him and then carried on before he could protest. "What I need your help with is getting George and Hermione together. They are the perfect couple," she informed him.
"But I thought Hermione liked me, not George. How are you going to get her to change her mind?" he asked intrigued.
She smiled at him. "Ah that, my dear Fred, is where you come in," she leaned in and quietly told him her plan.
Author - Clara Lou
Disclaimer - You think I own it Ha Ha! Oh wait your serious? Nothing of Harry Potter belongs to me it all belongs to the wonderful J.K.Rowling. The title of the story is a Celine Dion Song so it belongs to her and her record companies. The only thing that belongs to me is Jennifer Connelly and anything about her.
Summary - Jennifer enlists the help of Fred, in her master plan with hilarious results as she does
**************************************************************************** ************
Fred walked down the hall, whistling to himself as he went. His day was free, but unfortunately he couldn't find George anywhere. Come to think of it, George had been acting really strange, ever since the summer. He stopped when a set of doors came into his sight; he frowned as he saw the library entrance. "How did I get here?" he asked himself. He shrugged, and pushed the door open, and walked in.
He ignored the glare he received from the librarian-- you set off a dung bomb or twenty, and you were marked for life. He strolled through the shelves, stopping every once in awhile to look at a book, loads of emphasis on the looked. He was about to leave when he spotted Hermione sitting surrounded by piles of books. He walked over and sat across from her.
Smiling he watched her as she jotted down notes, totally engrossed in what she was doing. He leaned back in the set and stared at the ceiling. He whistled softly as he waited for her to notice him. He looked back at the table and then around the library.
"Do you ignore everyone when you're studying, or is it just me?" he asked her.
Hermione jumped and knocked over her ink. "What? Oh, God!" she squealed as she tried to stem the flow of the ink over her parchment.
Fred winced, and quickly muttered a cleaning charm as he pointed his wand at the ink. Hermione froze, and looked at her now clean parchment and books. She looked back up at Fred, and then back at her homework; she bit her lip and brushed her hand over the now clean homework.
"I didn't know you knew any cleaning charms," she said softly as she placed the stopper into her inkbottle.
Smiling, Fred helped her sort her parchment into a pile and shrugged. "Just thought it might come in useful for cleaning my room." Hermione looked at him as her mouth formed a perfect O and then looked down at the parchment.
"I need to go," she muttered as she stuffed her parchment, quills, ink and books into her bag. Fred looked at her in confusion, and grabbed her arm as she went to walk past.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked her. She shook her head and wrenched her arm free, and all but ran out of the library. Fred scratched his head as she pushed past Jennifer on her way out. Jennifer walked towards Fred, frowning at Hermione's actions. She looked at Fred, who just shrugged.
Jennifer sat down at the now vacated table. "I need your help, any way. I kind of mucked something up," she told him as she looked at the table. Fred sat down and looked at her.
"What did you do?" he asked curiously. Jennifer bit her lip, and traced a finger over a mark on the table.
"Ok, I need you to listen and not interrupt. Ok?" she asked, and smiled when he nodded. "Well, it started on Monday when I went to see George after Quidditch practice. I wanted to talk to him about Hermione." She held up a hand to quiet him. "I'll explain if you give me a minute. George likes Hermione, and I mean really likes." She stopped for a minute letting Fred take the information in.
"The only problem is that Hermione doesn't like him like that. She likes." She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. "She... she... She likes you."
Fred's head snapped up as he gaped at her. He hadn't really been listening. He had been planning a new prank, but her last sentence had caught his attention. He opened his mouth, and then closed it. He did this several times, and Jennifer, who had been watching him, had to hold back a giggle. He looked like a goldfish in her opinion.
Fred finally shut his mouth, and sat in silence for at least ten minutes. Anyone that walked by, and saw Fred sitting in silence, decided it was either a prank or a spell, as it was well known that Fred Weasley could never easily be shut up. So it was decided later, as the gossip flew through the school, that Jennifer must have cast a silence charm on him; everyone knew how good she was at it.
Fred did finally snap out of the daze, but it took some pretty drastic measures on Jennifer's part, which even to this day she won't tell anyone what they where. Fred was under a threat of grievous bodily harm to certain body parts if he told anyone. So Fred decided not to tell the story, as he was under all the joking a sensible guy, and he knew he would need all his body parts later on in life.
"You've got to be kidding, Jennifer. There is no way in hell that Hermione fancies me. God there's more chance of Snape stripping off in The Great Hall, grabbing Neville, and tangoing before snogging Malfoy," Fred informed her. Jennifer snickered slightly at his image, and then shook her head. Men: they were hopeless, they just didn't see anything unless it was printed in twenty-foot letters in the Daily Prophet, and then only if it was in the Quidditch section.
"Fred, trust me. She fancies you, but that's not the problem," she informed him with a slight smile.
"It isn't?" Fred asked bewildered "Then what is?" Jennifer leaned forward and smiled wickedly.
"Ah Fred, I thought you would never ask. The problem is that George, your own twin brother, happens to be head over heels in love with Hermione." Jennifer leaned back in her seat, and smiled widely as Fred again did his impression of a goldfish. She knew she shouldn't enjoy this, but it wasn't often that anyone could shut Fred Weasley up without using magic. She had accomplished this impossible feat twice in the past thirty minutes. She watched as he sat there trying to understand everything she had told him, and trying to come up with proof that George didn't have feelings for Hermione. More importantly, that Hermione didn't have feelings for him.
Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Fred, just accept it, and please, for the love of God, move on. George likes Hermione, and Hermione likes you."
Fred shook himself out of his daze. "No, there is no way George wouldn't tell me if he liked a girl. Especially if he liked Hermione."
Jennifer blew a strand of her hair out of her face, and wondered what she had done to deserve this. All she wanted to do was get her friends together. "Fred, honestly, if you knew that George liked Hermione, what would you done?" she asked inquiringly.
Fred sat for a minute before a wicked grin spread over his face-- that grin wasn't good. In fact on a scale of one to ten, it was an eleven of not good. Jennifer of course knew both of the twins, so she straightaway knew what that smile meant, and smiled slightly.
"Let me guess, you would have teased me in front of her and all his friends?" she told him knowingly, and laughed slightly as Fred looked surprised.
"Come on, Fred, I've known you for five years, give me some credit," she told him with a wide smile.
Fred shrugged. "Ok, ok, I would have made fun of him, but he would do the same thing to me," he told her as a defence. "Anyway back to the original question. What do you need help with?" he asked her curiously.
Jennifer dropped her head to the table and banged it slightly on the table, all the while muttering about men and not listening and why was God cursing her. Finally she raised her head and leant it on her hands.
"I thought you would have realised it by now, but I forgot you're a man," she told him and then carried on before he could protest. "What I need your help with is getting George and Hermione together. They are the perfect couple," she informed him.
"But I thought Hermione liked me, not George. How are you going to get her to change her mind?" he asked intrigued.
She smiled at him. "Ah that, my dear Fred, is where you come in," she leaned in and quietly told him her plan.