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 - Old relationships come to light, as does the pain of a favourite brother. Looks like it's time to enlist some more help.
Couples - G/Hr, F/Hr, F/OC, G/OC, H/G, R/??
Spoilers - All four books!
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The Whomping Willow swayed in the breeze looking peaceful and calm. The lake glistened and shone in the early morning sunlight. The castle was bathed in the light, giving it a storybook feel. A window in the east tower was lying open with its occupant gazing out over the lake.
Fred rolled over in his bed and frowned to himself as he felt a breeze flow across his back. He opened one eye, and groaned; stretching, he sat up and shuffled over to the edge of the bed. Sticking his head out through the curtains, he looked around and frowned. What in the world was George doing up at.Eurgh five A.M., he thought, after looking at his alarm clock.
He pushed the curtains open, and pushed himself off the bed with a yawn. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a jumper, he pulled them on over his boxers. Running a hand through his hair, he walked over to the window. Covering his mouth with his hand as he yawned, he said, "George, what possessed you to get up at five A.M. in the morning?" he asked sleepily as he sat down opposite him.
George looked up at him with sadness clouding his face, and tried to smile at his twin and failed. He looked back out the window and sighed. How do you tell the one person who knows you better than yourself, that the girl you are in love with is in love with someone else, and not just anyone else, but your twin. Running a finger over the window ledge, he thought back to his feelings when Jennifer had told him about how Hermione felt. He supposed it was a good thing he hadn't asked her out, or told her how he felt.
Shaking his head, Fred's heart went out to his twin. He saw how the knowledge was tearing him up inside. He never thought George would ever fall for a girl as hard as he had fallen for Hermione. They had never really had time for girls. They had dated girls from their own year and the year below them, but they had never actually fallen for a girl. Fred knew that he had never felt the way about any girl like George did about Hermione. It was just an infatuation with Jennifer, nothing serious. He wasn't the type to get serious about a girl, well not now anyway. He swore there and then to make sure that Hermione realised what a great guy George was, and to help Jennifer as much as he could with her plan.
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Laying down the knife, Jennifer took a bite of her freshly buttered toast. Chewing, she thought about how to put the first step of her plan into action. Just as she was swallowing, the post arrived. The morning post was her favourite time of the day; she smiled as the hall became filled with owls-- brown ones, white ones, tawny owls, barn owls and even a falcon or two for the Slytherins.
A large white and grey speckled owl flew around the middle of the ceiling for a while. Longer than most of the owls, almost as if it was waiting for the hall to clear, before swooping down and landing on the table in front of Jennifer. Smiling, she reached out, and tickled the owl under its beak. "Hey Hermond, you got a letter for me?" she asked the owl, who hooted in acknowledgement. Hermond opened his beak and deposited the letter on her now empty plate, and then looked around for some food and water. Jennifer smiled and placed some water in a saucer and some bacon and sausage on plate for him. Picking up the letter, she broke the seal on it and began to read.
Dear Jen, How go things back at Hogwarts? Keeping out of trouble I hope ? Everything here is fine; finally got the chance to start in a game instead of reserve Keeper. Let me tell you it was electric. The atmosphere was amazing, and I thought playing at Hogwarts was good. Let me tell you this is even better!
So, George has finally fallen. Never thought it would be for Hermione Granger of all girls. I kind of remember her, thanks to the reminder from you. Smart, kind and really good friends with Ron and Harry. I am sure she is different now, I mean the last time I saw here she was twelve. She must be what, fifteen nearly sixteen, now?
Sounds like you have a bit of a problem there with the three of them, I am sure you will figure it out eventually. Maybe get Harry and Ron to help you, or even Fred.
So Fred has finally succumbed to your charms, eh? I remember a time when that would have been your greatest wish, and now you have it, you don't want it or him. Typical Jennifer, always want what you can't have, and then when you get it you don't want it. You did that so often through the years.
Anyway I know this letter isn't as long as usual, that's because Matt is bugging me to come out and practice. Have to agree that he needs it. Hee Hee! Better go before he rips up my letter, and I have to rewrite it, which means you would be waiting for another two weeks to get it.
Don't forget to write and keep me up to date on the George/Hermione/Fred triangle. Take care of yourself, Jellybean! Love always, your favourite brother Michael
Jennifer smiled as she folded up the letter. Typical Michael, jumping from one subject to another. He always said it was because his ideas flowed too quickly to write them down, but she was used to it now. She missed him. Fred had told Harry, Ron and Hermione they talked, but that didn't explain what they did. They became best friends like what Fred, George and Hermione where now to her.
Though, she thought with a smile, there were some things that Oliver knew that know one else knew, and she planned to keep it that way. Fred sat down across from her; she frowned as she saw how tired he looked.
"What's wrong?" she asked concerned. Fred yawned, and grabbed a cup of sweetened pumpkin juice. Jennifer looked at him in shock, and grabbed the cup away from him. "Oh no, you are going to tell why you look so tired, before you go anywhere near the sugar. I want a reason before I let you get a sugar-high," she told him seriously.
Fred leaned on his hand, and yawned. "Blame George; he decided to get up at five A.M. this morning, and woke me up. Also he looked really depressed, caught him staring out he window. Now can I have the coffee?" he asked her desperately
Jennifer pushed the cup towards him, and rested her chin on her hand. "He was brooding, wasn't he?" she asked as she bit her lip in worry. Her guilt jumped up a notch as Fred nodded around the coffee cup. "Oh, feck! Fred we need to start the plan now. I can't take anymore of him sulking and brooding," she informed him. "Also I have another idea!" she continued with a wicked grin.
Fred nodded for her to carry on, as he refilled his cup with coffee. Jennifer groaned slightly, he was going to be uncontrollable later when the caffeine kicked in, and it was all her fault.
"I thought we could get Harry, Ron and Ginny to help us as well. It would be so much easier if we didn't have to sneak around the three of them, and they are Hermione's closets friends except, George and us. What do you think?" she asked him.
"If we can stop George from getting up at five in the morning and get him to smile, then let's get them to help," he told her with a slight smile.
"Ok, we'll talk to them tonight then," she said as she stretched, and stood up. Picking up her bag, she smiled down at him. "Try not to drink anymore coffee, we don't want you bouncing around like Malfoy the Ferret." She grinned, and then walked out the hall, leaving Fred sitting at the table with a smile on his face
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 - Old relationships come to light, as does the pain of a favourite brother. Looks like it's time to enlist some more help.
Couples - G/Hr, F/Hr, F/OC, G/OC, H/G, R/??
Spoilers - All four books!
**************************************************************************** ***********
The Whomping Willow swayed in the breeze looking peaceful and calm. The lake glistened and shone in the early morning sunlight. The castle was bathed in the light, giving it a storybook feel. A window in the east tower was lying open with its occupant gazing out over the lake.
Fred rolled over in his bed and frowned to himself as he felt a breeze flow across his back. He opened one eye, and groaned; stretching, he sat up and shuffled over to the edge of the bed. Sticking his head out through the curtains, he looked around and frowned. What in the world was George doing up at.Eurgh five A.M., he thought, after looking at his alarm clock.
He pushed the curtains open, and pushed himself off the bed with a yawn. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a jumper, he pulled them on over his boxers. Running a hand through his hair, he walked over to the window. Covering his mouth with his hand as he yawned, he said, "George, what possessed you to get up at five A.M. in the morning?" he asked sleepily as he sat down opposite him.
George looked up at him with sadness clouding his face, and tried to smile at his twin and failed. He looked back out the window and sighed. How do you tell the one person who knows you better than yourself, that the girl you are in love with is in love with someone else, and not just anyone else, but your twin. Running a finger over the window ledge, he thought back to his feelings when Jennifer had told him about how Hermione felt. He supposed it was a good thing he hadn't asked her out, or told her how he felt.
Shaking his head, Fred's heart went out to his twin. He saw how the knowledge was tearing him up inside. He never thought George would ever fall for a girl as hard as he had fallen for Hermione. They had never really had time for girls. They had dated girls from their own year and the year below them, but they had never actually fallen for a girl. Fred knew that he had never felt the way about any girl like George did about Hermione. It was just an infatuation with Jennifer, nothing serious. He wasn't the type to get serious about a girl, well not now anyway. He swore there and then to make sure that Hermione realised what a great guy George was, and to help Jennifer as much as he could with her plan.
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Laying down the knife, Jennifer took a bite of her freshly buttered toast. Chewing, she thought about how to put the first step of her plan into action. Just as she was swallowing, the post arrived. The morning post was her favourite time of the day; she smiled as the hall became filled with owls-- brown ones, white ones, tawny owls, barn owls and even a falcon or two for the Slytherins.
A large white and grey speckled owl flew around the middle of the ceiling for a while. Longer than most of the owls, almost as if it was waiting for the hall to clear, before swooping down and landing on the table in front of Jennifer. Smiling, she reached out, and tickled the owl under its beak. "Hey Hermond, you got a letter for me?" she asked the owl, who hooted in acknowledgement. Hermond opened his beak and deposited the letter on her now empty plate, and then looked around for some food and water. Jennifer smiled and placed some water in a saucer and some bacon and sausage on plate for him. Picking up the letter, she broke the seal on it and began to read.
Dear Jen, How go things back at Hogwarts? Keeping out of trouble I hope ? Everything here is fine; finally got the chance to start in a game instead of reserve Keeper. Let me tell you it was electric. The atmosphere was amazing, and I thought playing at Hogwarts was good. Let me tell you this is even better!
So, George has finally fallen. Never thought it would be for Hermione Granger of all girls. I kind of remember her, thanks to the reminder from you. Smart, kind and really good friends with Ron and Harry. I am sure she is different now, I mean the last time I saw here she was twelve. She must be what, fifteen nearly sixteen, now?
Sounds like you have a bit of a problem there with the three of them, I am sure you will figure it out eventually. Maybe get Harry and Ron to help you, or even Fred.
So Fred has finally succumbed to your charms, eh? I remember a time when that would have been your greatest wish, and now you have it, you don't want it or him. Typical Jennifer, always want what you can't have, and then when you get it you don't want it. You did that so often through the years.
Anyway I know this letter isn't as long as usual, that's because Matt is bugging me to come out and practice. Have to agree that he needs it. Hee Hee! Better go before he rips up my letter, and I have to rewrite it, which means you would be waiting for another two weeks to get it.
Don't forget to write and keep me up to date on the George/Hermione/Fred triangle. Take care of yourself, Jellybean! Love always, your favourite brother Michael
Jennifer smiled as she folded up the letter. Typical Michael, jumping from one subject to another. He always said it was because his ideas flowed too quickly to write them down, but she was used to it now. She missed him. Fred had told Harry, Ron and Hermione they talked, but that didn't explain what they did. They became best friends like what Fred, George and Hermione where now to her.
Though, she thought with a smile, there were some things that Oliver knew that know one else knew, and she planned to keep it that way. Fred sat down across from her; she frowned as she saw how tired he looked.
"What's wrong?" she asked concerned. Fred yawned, and grabbed a cup of sweetened pumpkin juice. Jennifer looked at him in shock, and grabbed the cup away from him. "Oh no, you are going to tell why you look so tired, before you go anywhere near the sugar. I want a reason before I let you get a sugar-high," she told him seriously.
Fred leaned on his hand, and yawned. "Blame George; he decided to get up at five A.M. this morning, and woke me up. Also he looked really depressed, caught him staring out he window. Now can I have the coffee?" he asked her desperately
Jennifer pushed the cup towards him, and rested her chin on her hand. "He was brooding, wasn't he?" she asked as she bit her lip in worry. Her guilt jumped up a notch as Fred nodded around the coffee cup. "Oh, feck! Fred we need to start the plan now. I can't take anymore of him sulking and brooding," she informed him. "Also I have another idea!" she continued with a wicked grin.
Fred nodded for her to carry on, as he refilled his cup with coffee. Jennifer groaned slightly, he was going to be uncontrollable later when the caffeine kicked in, and it was all her fault.
"I thought we could get Harry, Ron and Ginny to help us as well. It would be so much easier if we didn't have to sneak around the three of them, and they are Hermione's closets friends except, George and us. What do you think?" she asked him.
"If we can stop George from getting up at five in the morning and get him to smile, then let's get them to help," he told her with a slight smile.
"Ok, we'll talk to them tonight then," she said as she stretched, and stood up. Picking up her bag, she smiled down at him. "Try not to drink anymore coffee, we don't want you bouncing around like Malfoy the Ferret." She grinned, and then walked out the hall, leaving Fred sitting at the table with a smile on his face