Part 30

"Fred? Is that you, Fred?"

Fred spun around, only to see Hermione staring back at him, back against the cold, and her hair dancing around her face. Glancing down, he saw that she was barefoot.

She was gorgeous.

"Fred? That's you, isn't it? I can't see very well in the dark." said Hermione again, her voice wavering slightly from the cold.

"Yes, it's me" Fred replied, and started to step towards her. There it was again. The same warm feeling, the same brightening of colors. This was definitely something different.

"Fred, why are you out here?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, just out for a bright, sunny walk. Can't you see? It's perfect for a nice walk." said Fred, smiling.

"Fred, it's after midnight. There is no sun" said Hermione.

"Oh contraire, Hermione." replied Fred, his smile growing wider. He set out as a brisk pace away from the castle.

Puzzled, Hermione caught up."Fred, what are you doing?" she asked.

"I told you, taking a walk" Fred said.

"Fred, this is mad! It's crazy!" Hermione objected.

Fred turned around, and started walking backwards, looking back at Hermione.

"Hermione, if you want to come, you can just ask" said Fred, his smile lifting his face.

Hermione grinned, and caught up so that she and Fred were shoulder to shoulder. Remembering the crunched pieces of parchment she had brought, the ones with her name, she tried to stuff them in her robe pocket. Now was not the time. Except, then her hand was stuck. Giving a small tug, Hermione attempted to free her hand from the pocket, without any luck. Turning her shoulder away from Fred, she tried again, a little harder, to get her hand out. It still didn't work. Getting frustrated, Hermione gave a mighty pull, and her hand definitely came free from her pocket. It also went flying in the general direction of Fred's face.

"Oi!" exclaimed Fred.

He caught her wrist with his hand, inches from his delicate brow. Hermione's face was staring back at him, her mouth is a big O.

"Oh my gosh, Fred! I'm so so-"

"You're pretty, Hermione" said Fred.

Part 31

Fred/Hermoine Original Head Cannon Part 31 (1-30 in the Notes!) –Kit

"You're pretty, Hermione" …..

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Hermione's apology stuck in her throat as she felt her face become flushed, despite the chill wind. Fred was looking at her, his auburn eyes looking down on her light brown. He said it simply, as though observing the weather, or commenting on an essay.

"What?" Hermione sputtered. Suddenly, surprisingly, a huge amount of anger welled up in her.

"You're pretty" repeated Fred, his grin filling his face, and, adorably, lifting his ears.

"No I'm not." She snapped, shaking him off her arm, and turning her face away from his. "Don't lie to me, Fred".

"I'm not lying." Said Fred, his grin fading, and his ears came down.

"Yeah, right." Said Hermione harshly. "You don't have to lie to me. I already know I'm not pretty. I have big, frizzy hair, and buckteeth. It's written in the stalls in the loo, and I can hear Pansy and her cronies in class. I know I'm not pretty. I know that. So don't lie to me, Fred. Don't you dare lie to me!"

Hermione took off, back to castle, trying to hide her face before he could see the steady flow of tears that were streaking down her cheeks.

"Hermione!" Fred yelled after her. "Hermione, wait! I'm not lying! I'm being serious!"

Hermione didn't stop. She ran as fast as she could in the general direction the castle. But she didn't want to go back. She couldn't go back into those halls and pretend like she was fine. So she ran towards the greenhouses. It would be quiet there, and there wouldn't be anyone around. It was just outside Greenhouse 4 that she finally allowed herself to break down completely. She collapsed, leaning her back on the outside wall, and pulling her knees up to her chest. It ached with her sobs, as she silently cried, tears forming wet spots on her knees.