Response to this story hasn't exactly been promising but I'm hoping that as the story progresses maybe the feedback will catch up. There will be more magic involved soon and things aren't always as they appear. Anyways, to those who do read, ENJOY!
Also when Harry says "You got together mid-June" he ment that an attraction started. Hermione said they didn't make their relationship official until July (consummating it, etc.) So yeah, thought I would clear that up.
Oh,,, and...
RinRinLurvesJoo: Thank you so much for the review!
SnarkyGirl91: Thanks for the review, I was trying to capture their spirit, but it's so hard being a secondary writer and trying to channel the original (J.K. Rowlings) ideas. But it's good to know you think I've succeeded!
Emmles: Thank you, thank you, thank you for the review!
nomanslandvicki: Thanks for reviewing, it means so much to me that you (and the other reviewers) took the time to review my baby (lol).
atruwriter: Thanks for the knowledge, I had no idea largely due to the fact that I avoid babies and anything to do with them at all costs. You would never know I have about 30 cousins. haha. Since it's kind of hard to fix that mistake at this point, I'm implementing this into the story - witches start to show much much early. Way to save face, huh? hahaa.
Chapter Two
"Accio wand." Hermione called in a groggy voice, lifting her hand up off of her bed to catch the flying object. Once in possession of the wand she quickly pressed her grey jumper with a spell Mrs. Weasley had taught her over the summer. She dressed quickly, sweeping her hair up into a ponytail and leaving the dormitory quietly.
It was fifteen past six and the rest of her housemates wouldn't be up for another thirty minutes atleast, affording her time to catch up on the homework she had forgotten to do the previous night.
The common room was eerily silent, a small fire crackling in the hearth even though it was only September; the drafts from the old castle were harsh at all times of year. She settled herself at a small wooden table and took out her potions homework, intent on finishing her twelve inch essay on the effects of love potions and the laws regulating usage.
"Oh it's just you 'Mione." Ron mumbled as he appeared at the bottom of the stairs leading to the boys dormitory. His hair was rumpled and he was dressed in just a pair of cotten pajama bottoms.
She rolled nodded in greeting, "Why are you up anyways?" She questioned, continuing with her essay.
He sat beside her, resting his head on his hands as he fought to keep his eyes open.
Stifling a lawn he responded, "I heard something down here and I thought I'd check it out. Your footsteps are louder then Hagrids."
"You're such a prat Ronald." She scolded, her grip tightening on her quill.
"Oi, what'd I do?"
She rolled her eyes, "Go back to bed, you're half asleep as it is."
He nodded in agreement, patting her heavily on the shoulder before exiting the same way he had entered.
Happy for her return to solitude Hermione finished the essay quickly, read the required pages for transfiguration and was completely finished when the first students came out of their dorms, most still in their pajamas. Slipping her books into her shoulder bag she was startled when a red haired boy sat next to her.
"Can I help you with something George?" She asked stiffly, her shoulders tensed. He wasn't Fred, but he was in so many ways.
He seemed to contemplate her question, a grin playing on his lips before asking, "Are you shagging Fred?"
Choking on her own tongue she turned to him in awe, "What did you just ask me?" She sputtered, hands resting on her hips.
"Are. You. Shagging. Fred. You know, having sex with him, 'making love' as you girls like to say." George rolled his eyes at the popular saying, sharing how absurd he felt it was.
"How dare you!" She spat at him, shifting her bag as she glared up at him angrily. Despite the difference in height, George shrank back in fear from the younger girl.
Throwing his hands up in despair he cried, "Sorry, sorry. I just thought - you know what, nevermind, this, right here, didn't happen, sorry." He wheeled around getting away from her as fast as possible.
Hermione shook her head in disgust, fear rising in the pit of her stomach. She had already been sought out by two Weasley's and it wasn't even breakfast, no doubt a bigger, more important confrontation was looming.
Groaning in frustration she flipping a few loose pieces of hair out of her face and left the common room before anyone else noticed her.
"We need to talk." George informed his brother, falling backwards onto his bed.
Fred was sitting on the ground, his back against his own bed, immersed in the book in his lap.
"First, why the hell are you reading a parenting book?" George asked him incredously.
Flustered Fred slammed the book shut and shoved it under his bed, "Uh, no reason. Just some stuff for the joke shop, like tricked baby toys." He scratched his head, "Not such a good idea now that I think about it, so uh, what's up?"
George obviously didn't believe him, but let it go for the time being. "Are you and Hermione shagging?"
"Why?" Fred tried to hold in his anxiety, there was no possible way George could've figured it out; Fred was the smart one in the duo.
"Because I think you're shagging, so.. are you?"
"Yes we are and keep your bloody mouth shut!" Fred hissed menacingly, looking around the dorm to make sure no one else had heard the conversation. Luckily the other five boys weren't around.
Due to a space issue, Fred and George had been forced to share room with the six years boys, namely Harry, Ron, Dean, Neville and Seamus. Already the latter three were too afraid to enter their room unless absolutely necessary.
Pulling himself up into a sitting position, George reached over and clapped his brother on the back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Way to go mate!"
"Yeah, yeah, just remember, this is between us."
Still grinning, George stood and walked to the door, "If you say so." He winked at his brother before disappearing through the doorway.
Ron and Harry watched Hermione eat in awe, never had they seen someone consume that much without so much as a single breath; including Ron.
"What?" She questioned as she looked up, fixing them with a glare.
Both looked away, feigning innocence.
"I'm just hungry, honest." She rolled her eyes, "Blimey, you'd think you'd never seen a girl eat before."
"That was not eating." Ron interjected.
Harry pulled on his friends arm nervously, attempting to stop the fight before it happened.
Hermione's face contorted in disgust, "You are such a prat Ronald!" She screeched loud enough for the entire great hall to hear. She was seething with anger by now so that when she picked up her books it was with such a force the table shook.
Clutching the heavy books close to her chest and rounded belly she stomped away from the two dumbfounded boys. Ron was used to them fighting, but usually it took longer and more antagonizing to erupt like that. He was only teasing her after all.
"Oi mate, what the bloody hell?" Fred snapped at him, reaching around Harry to flick him in the back of the head, before standing and following her out.
"Why's she following him?" Ron questioned Harry and George.
Both shrugged guiltily and took a swig of their pumpkin juice.
"Fine, don't tell me."
Fred found Hermione easily, she was curled up in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, sobbing eratically whilst Myrtle looked on in rapture.
"She's terribly upset, I can't imagine why, it's not as if someone killed her." Myrtle told Fred when he entered, fresh ghost tears falling at the last part. She gave him one last look and dove down the toilet, leaving him to shake his head and slowly walk over to Hermione.
"'Mione, please talk to me." He pleaded quietly as he sat beside her, resting his head on her shaking shoulder.
"Go'way," she mumbled from under her mass of hair, shrugging him off.
He wasn't one to give up however and pulled her close to him, rubbing his hand slowly up and down her arm. "I won't, we need to talk about this, I love you. Please, just, talk to me."
"Do I look fat to you?" She asked, her tears slowly dissipating as she watched him expectanty.
He surveyed her for longer then necessary, "Well define fat, I mean, blimey Hermione, you aren't exactly uhh, anorexic I believe is the word, but I promise it is not to the point where I'd be tempted to throw you in with the whales."
The last statement brought a ghost of a smile to her face as she chuckled lowly, "Oh Fred, you always make me feel better."
He smiled down at her, kissing her softly. He knew what he was about to tell her next would definitely ruin this sweet moment. "Love, don't get upset, but George knows we're shagging."
Fixing him with a deadly look Hermione hissed, "If he tells anyone we won't be shagging anymore."
"If you tell anyone she won't shag me anymore." Fred warned George. They were skipping out on potions, instead they were in the most unlikely of places, the library. No one would think to search for them there.
George laughed at his brother, shaking his head. "Don't worry mate, it almost slipped my mind." Skimming the racks he turned, "Oi, this wouldn't have anything to do with that baby book now would it?" He asked Fred, his mind drifting to that morning.
"Well about that.."