Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter it belongs to jkr nor do I own the starting line
The Best of Me
Prologue
I always loved her, ever since I lade eyes on that bushy haired 11 year-old girl. I sighed thinking to when she first really new who I was.
FLASHBACK
Me and George were running away from Filch…. as always. We skidded around the corner to find another empty hallway. Quickly we ran to the wall and stood flat up against it, Filch being the oh-so-stupid-one, as we called him, ran right past us without a single glance in our general direction.
As soon as his footsteps faded, we started laughing silently. But quickly stopped when we heard footsteps coming our way, once again we froze to the wall, not daring to breath.
Then I heard someone crying, a girl none the less. Giving each other a relived glance, we stepped from our hiding place and asked the girl what her name was.
"M-m-my name i-is H-Hermione, G-Granger." The little girls tears started to stop.
Later both me George and I confided in each other that we were glad the tears had stopped, being barely 13 we didn't know how to comfort a crying girl.
"What house are you in?" George asked kindly.
"Gryffindor," she replied the tears completely gone.
"Oh goody, so are we," I said, jumping up, and down a little. "I'm Fred, and this is George."
"Were third years, and would I be right in guessing you're a first year," though it was phrased as a question, it was said as a statement.
She nodded, slightly.
"Sooo," I said trying to break the silence that had fallen, I was exceptionally good at that. "What is an 11 year old girl doing out of bed at this ungodly hour?"
"Crying, none the less," added George finishing my question for me.
"I left the dorms because, all the other girls were making fun of, telling me how ugly I was, and how I would never have any friends, and I would be alone for the rest of my life. So the more I thought about it, the more I knew what they said was true, I am ugly, I have no friends, and I'll be alone for the rest of my life." With that said tears started rolling down her pale skin.
George and I looked at each other aghast, back then we didn't know the cruelty of girls. "If you want, we'll be your friends." I said looking at George to make sure this was fine with him; he met my glance and nodded discreetly.
"Yeah, of course we'll be your friends, bestest buddies to the end!" George and I both struck a ridiculous pose, emitting a giggle from Hermione.
"I think I like that idea, having friends sounds…. nice."
END FLASHBACK
Yeah bestest buddies to the end, that lasted not even twenty-four hours. The next day was Halloween, and well, you know the rest.
After that Hermione ignored us, anytime we wanted to talk to her, ask her what was going on, Ronald was in the way, guarding her every move.
Now their going out, it's their last year at Hogwarts, and Me and George are going back to finish our last year at Hogwarts.