Hermione didn't know what to say. Part of her wanted to burst out crying of embarrassment, another part wanted to burst out laughing, and another part wanted to run out and never have to deal with boys again.
"Me? Have a crush on Fred?" Asked Hermione, noticing how stupid it sounded.
Sure, I've been noticing Fred more and I admit that he's attractive, she thought, but it's only because that damn list!
"Go on Granger, tell Big Brother George all about it." He said while smirking.
"Big brother George?" Asked Hermione, confused at the nick name which had never been used before.
"I didn't know how you'd react to Big Daddy." He stated and winked at the witch, making her laugh.
"Please, don't ever call yourself that." She said and he chuckled.
"So, Fred?" Pushed George, trying to get an answer out of her.
Hermione sighed and sank back into the chair.
"George, I don't know why you think I would ever have a crush on your brother." Stated Hermione with a straight face as George examined her.
"Then what was that whole thing this morning?" Asked George
"What thing?"
"You know, where you were choking on the air alone and then got all nervous." Said George, causing Hermione's eye to widen in embarrassment.
He made it sound way worse than it actually was.
"That was just a reaction, that's all." She said as she cleared her throat.
"A reaction of a crush."
"What? No." She shook her head while George nodded.
"George, the only reason that happened was because... Well, quite frankly, the fact that you and your brother are boys hasn't really settled in my brain until now." She confessed
"Are you trying to tell me that up until now you thought Fred and I weren't boys?" Asked George, confused.
Hermione laughed at this.
"No George", she started, "I'm saying that up until now, I never thought of you as, you know, boys and never imagined you doing things with other girls as you would eventually grow up to do. I just thought of you as brothers, and for obvious reasons I would never think about you two having your own sex lives at all."
"So you don't have a crush on Fred?" Asked George with furrowed eyebrows and received a nod from Hermione. "You were just shocked that we have sex with girls?"
"Not shocked or anything, more like deeply disturbed." She added, making him chuckle.
"Well then, sorry for reading into it Granger."
Hermione didn't mind Mondays. She knew never to say this out loud in front of her friends, who were currently yawning at the breakfast table and grumbling to themselves. Hermione had grown to like Mondays; breakfast is never too full or loud due to the amount of students accidentally sleeping in, Malfoy is usually too tired to make any snide comments about her family or Harry, and she would always have her studies down for the week.
"Mione, do you think we could study together today? I haven't quite got the potions assignment done." Asked Harry as he rubbed his eyes and stretched his neck.
"Of course, Harry. What about you, Ron?" She asked as she spread jam on a piece of toast.
"We had a potions assignment?" Asked Ron, not bothering to wait until he had swallowed the food in his mouth to talk.
Hermione's nose scrunched up as she saw him talk with a mouth full of food, no matter how many times she would have a meal with him, she was not used to his tableside manners, or lack thereof.
"We can work on the assignment before lunch?" Asked Harry, focusing his attention of Hermione.
She nodded and smiled at him as she finished her toast and wiped the crumbs off her fingers.
"I'll see you before lunch." She said before walking off to the Gryffindor common room.
Another reason why she loved Mondays was the fact that she normally only had one class, and it was Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Hey." She heard a femenine voice behind turned around to find Angelina Johnson, still in her pajamas.
"Oh, hi Angelina. Did you sleep in?" Asked Hermione as she sat down on the red couch.
Angelina joined her.
"Yeah, been trying to juggle quidditch and assignments. It's not really working out." Sighed the girl, rubbing her temples.
"Sounds really stressful. Maybe you could ask Professor McGonagall for extra time on certain assignments." Suggested Hermione, not wanted to see the older girl fail in her studies for following her quidditch dreams.
"I should, thanks Hermione." Smiled Angelina.
Hermione smiled back at her.
Angelina Johnson was definitely one of Hermione's favourite senior students in Gryffindor. She was always very kind and warm to her, even when she had no reason to be. And she always gave Hermione advice in first year, back when she didn't know how to communicate with Harry and Ron.
As Hermione watched Angelina retreat back into her dorm to get dressed for the day, she was reminded about the fact that Fred had turned the girl down.
She did not understand why, as in her mind Angelina was possibly the perfect girl for him. She was funny, laid back, loved sports, and could easily be one of the boys while still asserting her femininity. And the plus that Angelina was a very good looking girl, or at least she was to Hermione.
Hermione decided to spend the rest of her morning sitting on the grass outside the quidditch stadium. She packed her bag with one of her muggle books, The Great Gatsby, and her water bottle.
As she walked through the outside of the castle, she could feel the suns rays burning the tops of her cheeks. She mentally patted herself on the back for putting sun screen on before she left, her mother would be proud.
She found a nice spot under a big tree which gave her a nice amount of shade so she could read in peace without sweating like a pig. Finally, she opened her book and leaned back on the tree.
Her reading plans, however, were interrupted by loud boyish laughter.
Hermione closed her eyes as she sighed, why can't I just get some peace and quiet?, she thought.
"Hey 'Mione." She heard a very familiar voice say as footsteps came closer to her.
"Shouldn't you be in Herbology, Seamus?" Asked Hermione when she opened her eyes, putting her book back in her bag as she knew she wouldn't get any reading done.
"The lads n' I didn't really feel like going. Such a nice day, y'know?" He said as he sat down near her, running his fingers through the green grass.
"The lads? Who else skipped class?" Asked Hermione, crossing her legs as she picked at her book bag.
As if on cue, she heard the deep voices and laughter come closer to her. From afar, she could see it was Neville, Dean, and two red heads.
"Neville? How on earth did they get you to leave class?" Asked Hermione as she smiled at her friend, amused at his rebellious act.
"Well, I didn't want to! I swear, Hermione. But the lads did make a good point, it's a really nice day." Said Neville, feeling slightly guilty for not showing up to his favourite class.
Hermione chuckled at him. She was actually happy that Neville had let loose, as long as he didn't make a habit out of it.
"What about you two? What are you missing?" Asked Hermione at the two tall red heads who now sat in front of her, basking in the sun like two orange tabby cats.
"We're on study hours." Answered one, Hermione knew it was George.
"What about you? Where are Harry and Ron?" Asked Dean softly as he sat next to Seamus, playfully throwing little pieces of grass at him.
"They're in class, not quite sure which ones though. We're going to work on the potions assignment before lunch, just in case you'd like to join." Answered Hermione, smiling at the gentle tan boy in front of her.
Hermione had always though of Dean as such a handsome and kind boy. From the outside, he could look hard and mysterious, but he really was one of the softest boys she'd ever known. From Hermione's perspective, he may have been just a little too soft to attempt to date her best friend, but she was definitely surprised at how long they managed to last.
The group of teenagers fell silent, all of them enjoying the sun in different ways.
Neville was counting the small dandelions which grew on the side of the trees, Seamus and Dean were making silly faces at each other while they put grass mustaches on, George was quietly napping under the strong rays which Hermione knew he would regret after, especially after his skin started to turn slightly flushed.
As Hermione observed each of them her eyes finally reached the 2nd red headed boy sitting in front of her with his legs crossed as he leaned back on his elbows, letting the sun hit his slightly freckled face.
His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly upturned. His chest would slowly rise and fall, following his slow breathing. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, allowing his pale milky skin to be exposed.
Hermione's breathing picked up as she gulped the saliva that was accumulating in her mouth.
When did Fred get so damn beautiful?
