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"Sir, may I leave?" Harry asked. "You have my word, I will not go after Malfoy." Dumbledore nodded and dismissed Harry. Harry all but flew from the room.
Chapter Eight: The Memories
Hermione lay on the couch in the common room, Fred was sitting next to her.
"You love her.." Ron whispered. It was a realization. Fred's eyes never left her since they walked in. He just nodded. "For how long?" Ron questioned.
"Since the day I met her.." Fred said. Ron looked at him curiously. "It was on the train in the beginning of first year. She hadn't reached your compartment yet. She hadn't even started looking for Neville's toad. She stumbled into our compartment." He seemed lost in the memory.
A little girl with wild hair fell into two twin boys compartment. Her eyes were wide, she looked both exicted and frightened.
"Hello." Fred said.
"What's your name?" George asked. The girl looked at them both and blinked.
"Hermione, Hermione Granger. And you are?" She asked. Fred noticed the bossy edge to her voice. He almost laughed had she not been studing him and his brother.
"Fred Weasley." Fred answered, deciding that it would be best if he were honest. This girl looked like she wasn't past hurting someone if they got on her bad side. "This over here is George. My twin brother."
"Yes, I can see that." She said. George laughed. "What's it like?" We looked at her. "Having a twin?" She clarifed herself. Fred blinked and looked at George.
"It's fun. Double the trouble, I suppose." Fred said.
"There's always someone there wheter you want them to be or not.." George said. Fred hit him on the shoulder. Hermione laughed.
"I don't have any siblings." She said.
"Are you just going to stand in their doorway or go in?" A voice said from behind her. She turned. Draco Malfoy's face came into the picture.
"What's it to you?" She asked. "Maybe I like standing in the doorway, prettyboy." She said. Draco blinked.
"Well, I'd like to get by." He said.
"Walk around. I'm not going to move just because you will it." Fred and George looked at one another and smiled. This girl had spunk. Draco walked around, glaring at her the whole time. His two idiots moved past her. She watched them leave. Fred and George felt awe at this small girl. It wasn't that Malfoy's son was threatening, it was his father. "God, I hate people like that. Always think their better than you. Think they can walk on you." She growled. "But I do suppose I'll come in, if you want me too?" She said.
"Your welcome here. Anyone that will stand up to Malfoy like that is welcome." Fred said.
"So, what houses are you two in?" She asked, looking at them.
"We're in Gryiffindor." Fred said. Hermione smiled. Fred couldn't help but admit she was adorable.
"The house of bravery." George said. Hermione laughed.
"I know that." She said.
"What house do you want to be in?" Fred asked.
"Well, I suppose it's whatever house they put me in. But I really don't want to be in the house with that blonde dude." She said. Her eyes started to burn with anger. "I would be expelled if I got stuck in that house with him." Her voice left the threat in the air.
"You really don't like being talked to like that do you?" George said.
"Haven't I made that obvious?" Hermione answered. This girl was quick. "I suppose it would be nice to be in Gryiffindor.." She said. Fred and George looked at one another.
"Why?" They asked. "I mean it's great but their has to be a reason." Fred said.
"Because I feel like I belong there." She said.
"Really, I thought that she was quite bossy myself." Ron said. "But then again, she bested me on the train with magic. I suppose that I was jealous that she could do that so well. But she was still bloody brilliant." Ron said. Fred couldn't help but laugh. The first time she stood up to Malfoy was the first time he started seeing her as the lioness that she could be. He was esstaic when she was placed in Gryiffindor.
"Hermione Granger!" McGonagall called. Fred watched Hermione take a deep breathe and walked up to the hat. She sat underneath it and waited. Her body was tense and her eyes kept flicking around the Great Hall. Then her eyes landed on Fred and George. They smiled and waved at her. She smiled.
"Right there." The hat said. "Better be, Gryiffindor!" The hat yelled. Hermione jumped out from underneath it. A wide smile was on her face as she made her way over to them. She said down next to Percy.
That one memory opened up the flood gate.
"Padma said that she wouldn't come out of the bathroom, that'd she been in there all day, crying." Neville said. Fred looked around the room and realized that the little Gryiffindor wasn't in the Great Hall. He looked at his twin. Then at his younger brother. Ron shrugged and Harry's eyes were accusing. Ron must have done something.
"Ron, do you know she isn't here?" Fred asked. Ron looked guilty but would say anything.
"Ron said something about her, and she overheard. I suppose he hurt her feelings." Harry said. Fred was trying to fight the disapproval he felt.
"What'd he say?" Fred asked.
"Quote: 'She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder she hasn't got any friends.' Unquote." Harry said. Fred knocked his little brother over the head. Ron glared at his brother.
"You don't say stuff like that about a girl. Mom taught you better than that." Fred scolded. Ron looked like he wanted to crawl into a whole. Harry snickered.
Hermione Granger stood in front of Lucius Malfoy, telling him how it was.
"Fear of a name increases fear itself." She said, vemon in her voice.
"And your Miss. Granger, yes, Draco's told me all about you." Lucius said. Fred had the urge to get grab her and run with her. To get her away from this man and his evil son. "Your parents." He trailed and looked over at them, Hermione looked at her parents too. "Muggles aren't they?" Luicus said. Hermione's glare became deadly. Then Lucius, wisely turned his attention to us. I had the feeling that little Hermione's glare intimidated him.
"At least no one in Gryiffindor had to buy their way in they got in on prue talent." Hermione said, cutting Malfoy down a size. Fred noticed how she stepped somewhat closer to his brother.
"No one asked your opinion you filthy little mudblood." Mafloy spat. Fred felt rage run through him. Hermione just glared and stood tall. Her eyes took a killing edge.
"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy." Fred heard his brother say, drawing his wand. "Eat slugs!" Ron said. Before being blown back. Malfoy laughed. With one last glare at Malfoy Hermione ran after her fallen friend, Fred and the team not far behind.
"What's wrong, brother?" Fred asked as Ron sank into the arm chair, his face was covered in worry.
"Hermione's been petrified." Those three words sent chills down Fred. His eyes widdened. "She was found near the library. She had a mirror with her. Why she had a mirror with her, I'll never know." Ron laid his head back.
The news that Hermione Granger decked Draco Malfoy in the face was around the school within hours of it's happening. Fred couldn't help but admire her more. No one had ever actually ahieved hitting that wimp because of his body guard like friends. But Hermione somehow managed. The hear it from Ron, he spoke it like it was an amazing story, life changing.
The story started with Hermione being furious enough as it was. The day of Buckbeak's execution. When Hermione saw Draco and his idiot friends watching for it, something in her snapped. She stormed down and pointed her wand at his throat. Ron said that she looked like she actually thought doing it. But didn't. She took a step back and the moment that he started to laugh, she spun on her heel and hit her. Fred and George gained a whole new respect for the once thought of goody two shoes. That was the moment Fred realized that he might just love Hermione Granger. The shock of it had him reiling.
Fred began to wonder what made Hermione want to start being Draco's friend in the first place. From the past they had together, the two hated one another with a passion. So why now? Why now did she decide to get closer to him? Fred's eyes traveled to his brother. Then he realized it was him. He pushed Hermione in his direction.
"Do you know how she even became friends with Malfoy?" Fred asked. Watching and noting how Ron shifted back and forth.
"Yeah." He said. Fred looked at him, as if saying you going to tell me. Ron sighed. "I'd blown her off on patrols. Malfoy was the one that told her what I'd been doing and she was outraged. I suppose that's how it started. I don't know. Maybe he stayed and talked to her. She wouldn't tell me anything more than that. But apparently it was very bonding." Fred found himself wanted to hit Ron.
"And what exactly were you doing?" Fred questioned. Ron sighed and ran his hands through his hair, not wanting to look at his older brother. Lavender came bouncing through the portrait at that moment and kissed Ron's cheek before going up to her common room. Fred raised an eyebrow.
"I was.." Ron trailed. He wasn't sure that he could say it. Fred would surely pumble him. He was in Gryiffindor for a reason. "I was having sex with Lavender." Ron said. Fred looked at him.
"I'd like to say that I'm proud of you. But I can't." Fred said. Ron looked down at Hermione again. "Were you not thinking? Were you not thinking about how angry she would be?" Ron shrugged.
"I wasn't thinking. I was acting. Hermione's always thinking.." Ron added.
"I don't think so." Fred said. "I think with Malfoy, she was acting. She wasn't thinking." Ron looked at him. His eyes fixed on him.
"Do you think she loves him?" Ron asked. Voicing the same worry that Dumbledore and Fred shared.
"Do you love Lavender?" Fred asked his brother. His brother opened his mouth then closed it.
"Sometimes I think I do." Ron said. Fred nodded.
"I think that Hermione is falling for him." Fred stated. Hermione was still out but she started tossing. The portrait opened but they didn't pay any attention, or even show that they heard.
"Draco.." She whispered. Fred and Ron looked at one another with panic in his eyes. Ginny looked at them in surprise from her position leaning against couch.
"She loves him." Ginny whispered. Her face paling. Fred and Ron turned to her.
"No.." Hermione whimpered. "I can't.." She tossed again on the couch. "I can't be.." She mumbled tossing again. "I can't be away from you.." She whispered. Tossing again. Fred closed his eyes. Ron's eyes closed and he sank back on the couch. Harry was standing in the potrait way.
"Bloody hell." Harry mumbled. He snagged against the frame.
