Mr. Wrong by WeasleyForMe

Fred/Hermione- They are involved together, but aren't they completely wrong for each other?

Thanks to Beneeta for input and for beta reading this, and wishIwasHermione for input!

Chapter Three

For a few weeks, things seemed to be going smoothly for Hermione. She was becoming busier at work, and Fred was willing to spend more time with her. He was actually being slightly more romantic, much to Hermione's surprise and secret pleasure. One weekend, Fred decided to stay with her.

"Hermione, come back to bed," Fred called as Hermione stood and brushed her long curls. She turned back toward his voice with a smile as she slipped into a pair of jeans and a shirt.

"Just because you have nothing important to do today doesn't mean I don't either," she said. She paused to admire the way her sheets fell around his abdomen as he sat up. His muscled shoulders were supporting his body as he yawned then smiled.

"But it's Saturday, and I wanted to spend the entire morning showing you how much I enjoy your body."

Hermione giggled. "I thought that's what we did last night."

Fred scoffed. "It would take more than one night, trust me," he said as he raised an eyebrow. When he noticed Hermione was still hesitant, he climbed out of her bed and reached to pull her against him.

Then they both froze when they heard Ron's voice. "Hermione?" he called from the living room. "Hermione, are you home?"

Fred gripped Hermione's arm. "What's he doing here?" he hissed.

"I don't know!" she squealed, eyes wide.

"Hermione, I hear your voice," Ron called. "Are you in your room?"

"Hide!" Hermione hissed as she shoved a nearly naked Fred into her closet. "Ron! Stay in the living room! I'll be right out!"

Fred was still clutching her arm as he said, "What does he want with you?" Hermione was surprised by the anger flashing in his eyes.

"I'm not sure," she mumbled. "Just stay in here, alright?"

Hermione shot Fred an apologetic look as she dashed out of her room and down the hallway. She almost ran into Ron, who caught her in his arms so she didn't fall. He smiled at her. "Hi."

"Hi, yourself," she said as she pulled herself upright. "What are you doing here?"

"I just stopped by to see you," Ron told her as he scratched his neck and looked around her room. Hermione glanced around the room as well and almost choked as she saw Fred's shoes near her coffee table.

"Oh, well, why don't we sit in the kitchen," she said as she pulled him through the door. "How have you been, Ron?"

"Not too bad. Harry said that you and Ginny have been eating lunch together," he commented.

Meanwhile, Fred could hear their entire conversation for Hermione's bedroom. "Great, I have to sit in here alone and listen to them having small-talk."

"Yes, Ginny and I have been spending a lot of lunches together," Hermione replied awkwardly. She still didn't understand why her ex-boyfriend had stopped by.

Ron glanced around the kitchen nervously. "Well, I just wanted to stop over and tell you that I would like to still be friends with you. I guess I don't want Ginny to be the only Weasley you converse with."

Hermione nearly snorted. She and Fred had been doing plenty of 'conversing' recently. Instead she just smiled at Ron. They started to talk about anything and everything. In the meantime, Fred was bored out of his mind. He would have Apparated, but he didn't want to make any noise or leave without his shoes. He was beginning to hope that Ron would see his shoes in the living room so he could come out and tell his brother that now he was the lucky sod who was with Hermione. "What am I thinking? I don't want anyone to know about this, least of all my little brother," Fred thought as he finally started to get dressed.

"So, are you seeing anyone special?" Hermione asked Ron.

"No, not really. Are you?"

"Nope, nobody special," she said casually. Fred hated the sound of those words coming out of her mouth. He hated that he was 'nobody special', and he really hated the indifferent tone of her voice. Instinctively, his heart began to pound, and his hands balled into fists.

Ron cleared his throat. "Well, would you like to have dinner with me this week? Just as friends," he quickly clarified.

Hermione hesitated for a moment. She decided that it couldn't be too bad. "Sure."

"Great! I'll send you an owl with the details, alright?"

"Perfect," she told him as he got up and headed toward her floo connection. "Have a nice weekend, Ron." And with that, he was gone. Hermione turned and headed back down the hallway toward her room.

She arrived to find a very flustered Fred. "What was that all about?" he asked as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

"Nothing important. He just wanted to say hello," she replied as casually as she could. "And he wants me to go have dinner this week."

"I know," he said with a glare. "I heard the entire conversation."

"Oh." She immediately regretted calling Fred 'nobody special'.

"Yeah. I got to hide in here alone while you were off entertaining my brother who shouldn't even be allowed to stop over here on a whim!"

Hermione was becoming agitated by his sharp words. "Look Fred, I've been friends with Ron far longer than we've been sleeping together. Since I started at Hogwarts, he's been one of my best friends. He just wanted to see me for a minute."

"A minute? Try an hour. I'm out of here, as soon as I find my shoes," he said as he rushed past her into the hallway.

"Wait! I thought you wanted to go back to bed." She tried to remind him of his earlier plans.

He looked up as he tied his shoes. "I think I have plans for today after all."

Hermione frowned as she watched him Apparate away.

Fred arrived in the middle of his flat to find George watching cartoons and eating cereal in his underwear. "Oy, Gred. How was your night?" George asked without looking away from the television.

Fred plopped down onto the couch. "The night wasn't half bad, Forge. It's the morning that has me miffed."

"What happened?" George asked as he pried his face away from the show.

Fred rubbed his eyes wearily. "Don't ask."

"You can tell me what's going on, you know. I can clearly see by your annoyed expression that you're still seeing Hermione," George said. He drank the milk from the bottom of the cereal bowl and set it down. He examined his twin as he said, "I can also tell by the degree of your annoyance that you actually happen to like her. So, why don't you just tell her?"

Fred jumped up. "I can't tell her, because we don't have a real relationship! I don't mean anything to her! And she means absolutely nothing to me!" Fred stormed off to his bedroom.

"Jeez Louise, you'd think he wasn't getting laid," George mumbled as he resumed watching the cartoons.

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