Title: Fred Has It Bad
Author: edjo
Pairing: Fred/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 963
Summary: Takes place 6th year for trio, Fred and George are visiting Hogwarts for a Quidditch match. Seamus likes legs, Fred likes Hermione. It's all relative. Fluff.
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. JKR, now that's a different story.
A/N: This one turned out slightly weird. Not sure if I'm completely happy with it. Bleh. Reviews are definitely appreciated!
Seamus was in an excellent mood. The sun was beating down warmly on his back, and there was a light breeze that made the weather perfect for a Quidditch match. There was no way Gryffindor could lose on a day like this. He was currently standing in the middle of the large crowd gathering near the pitch. Dean, Lavender, Hermione and Neville were with him, all wearing various pieces of red and gold.
"I wonder where Parvati is," Lavender asked. "She said she'd meet us before the game started." Seamus automatically lifted his head and scanned the crowd, as did the rest of the group.
"Oh! I see Fred over there," Hermione pointed the head of red hair out to the rest of them. "I'm going to go catch him before he goes up into the stands. Wait here for us?"
Seamus nodded before turning back to search the mob of people for Parvati. They still hadn't found her when Hermione returned, Weasley twin in tow.
"Fred, nice to see you again mate," Dean said, and clapped him on the back.
"George, actually," he replied. "Fred ran off about ten minutes ago, looking for Hermione here, and hasn't been seen since," he said with a snort.
Seamus grinned. "I'm sure he'll turn up eventually."
"Oh, I've no doubt about that," George said teasingly. Hermione flushed.
Dean laughed out loud. "Yes, Fred has it bad, doesn't he?" Hermione's face turned a pretty shade of pink.
George nodded in agreement. "Exactly. He's under some sort of spell where she's concerned," he stated, indicating Hermione. The words had just left his mouth when Fred snuck out of the crowd behind Hermione with a huge grin on his face. He slid one arm behind her back and the other under her knees before quickly scooping her up and swinging her around. She let out a yelp of surprise, followed by a burst of laughter when she realized who it was.
"Fred!" she gasped breathlessly. He laughed happily and twirled her once more before setting her down. "I missed you," she said in a low voice as she immediately moved closer and kissed him.
Neville coughed awkwardly, and Seamus quickly turned away, not wanting to intrude on the private moment. He happened to catch a glimpse of a wistful expression passing over Lavender's face and he sighed. Girls and romance, he thought.
"Come on, come on, break it up guys," George joked in a loud voice. "We're here to watch the Quidditch match after all." The rest of the group laughed, and Hermione pulled away from Fred, her cheeks blushing bright red.
"So, are we ready to go find seats?" Fred asked.
Seamus shook his head. "Still missing Parvati," he explained. The mass of people was even larger now, and it was hard to pick out anyone in the sea of red and gold. Hermione and Lavender stood on tiptoe, straining to find Parvati.
"I wish I could see over the top of the crowd like you," Hermione said, moving her hand over Fred's arm. He looked down at her with a smile, and his face lit up a moment later. Seamus was oddly reminded of a lightbulb flashing above a cartoon character's head. Fred bent down on one knee.
"Care for a ride my lady?" he asked in a debonair voice. Hermione furrowed her brow in confusion. "Piggyback," Fred explained with a grin. She laughed and climbed onto his back, her arms slipping around his shoulders. He stood up with ease and repositioned her weight. "Alright?" he asked her, turning his head slightly.
"Mmm," she said, giving his cheek a quick kiss. "Perfect." Seamus heard Lavender sigh wistfully, and scowled.
"I think that's Parvati over there," Hermione said, pointing out into the crowd.
"Yes, I see her," George said, before heading off into the crowd to find her. Fred moved forward in an attempt to get a better look and Hermione's foot accidentally kicked Seamus' thigh.
He looked down, and then slid his gaze up over Hermione's legs. They were really quite nice legs, exceptional even. He wondered for a moment why he'd never noticed them, before realizing three things. One, that Hermione was more often than not wearing a robe that fell to her feet, and two, that he just didn't think about Hermione like that. The third involved Lavender, but he brushed those thoughts aside. At the moment Hermione's legs happened to be right in front of him, and he could better appreciate the way the jeans clung to her curves.
He moved his gaze slowly up to where her thighs were hugging Fred's torso. Yes, definitely exceptional legs, he thought. He couldn't help but muse on what they would feel like wrapped around his body.
"Seamus," Fred said warningly.
Seamus glanced up, only to see that was Fred watching him and that he knew damn well what Seamus was thinking about. Fred arched both eyebrows and gave him a look that clearly said, Get your mind off my girlfriend's legs, now.
"Right," Seamus said quickly, not wanting to incur his wrath. He turned away just as Parvati and George reappeared. "About time we headed up into the stands then, isn't it?"
Dean turned at this. "Yeah, let's get up there before all the good seats are taken."
Fred smiled easily. "Excellent idea fellows," he said. "Care to plow through the mob again, George?" he asked, turning to his brother.
"Only too happy to," George replied with a mad grin and set off. Hermione giggled at this, and Fred shifted her weight slightly before he started to follow him. Lavender was next and Seamus fell in behind her. He glanced down to admire her legs, which were really much nicer than Hermione's, he thought comfortingly.