She's a bossy little swot, always has been and always will be, Fred thought to himself. He knew better, knew that Hermione was bossy but also powerful, intelligent, trustworthy and had a wicked sense of humour.
He'd never forget the time she had cursed Ron's robes so that every time he said the words 'Oi' or 'bloody' his robes would shrink a few centimeters. They had been at a family dinner and Ron had to leave to change his robes becase they had become so short that he nearly exposed all his bits to his entire family.
She was also beautiful. It took him a long time to realize it but once he did there was no denying it. He frist noticecd how beautiful she was at Bill and Fleur's wedding. She had worn light sky blue robes that were fitted around the bust. Her hair had been swept up in a ponytail that cascaded down her back. They had shared a dan together and that seemed to be the end end of it, wasn't.
"Hermione looked nice today," he said casually to George when they had gotten back to their flat in Diagon Alley.
"Yeah, not bad," George had said flippantly before rummaging through his dresser.
NOT BAD? Fred had wanted to scream. She was absolutely gorgeous! He never did say it.
He looked over at the vase of roses and the crumbled bit of parchment next to it. Hermione had sent the roses back along with the letter. He had been so hopeful when he had first sent the letter and roses out. He thought that she would get them and come running into his arms. It didn't happen. The words had been so formal but it had torn his heart in two.
He got up and unfolded the bit of parchment because maybe this time it would say something different, maybe this time she would want him, maybe this time…
Dear Fred (it was the same as before but it could mean anything the rest of the letter might be different),
The things you said in your letter were so sweet (still the sam, but not necessarily bad), but (no, no, no), I'm engaged to Ron and you know that (I know that I know, but he's a complete git). If I weren't with Ron, maybe we could go out (If, but you're not so why even mention it). I won't tell Ron about this, he would completely nut up (So, tell him, I want him to hurt), and I ask that you never mention this to anyone else, not even George, it might make them uncomfortable ('MAKE THEM UNCOMFORTABLE!' What about me, don't you think it's uncomfortable for me to see you clinging to the arm of my little git of a brother).
Sincerely (Dammit, why are you so formal. I hate you),
Hermione (God, I love you)
He put the letter down again. It wouldn't be the last time that he read the letter that night and every time he would hope it would say something different. It never will.
A/N: Okay this was supposed to be like a songfic based on Phil Collins' Song "True Colors" but I don't know what happened, suddenly Hermione turned Fred down. I don't know, it suprised me. Oh well I hope you enjoy and please leave a review. T.T.F.N. Ta-ta-for-now.