K15: Sorry for the lack of updations. I worked on chapter 8 to Marriage Laws 6.9 really hard so that took up a lot of my time, plus it was mid-term so yeah. Enjoy the chapter. Later. K15
PS- There is some talk about sex in this chapter, but not much. It's not enough to push it up over the edge to M… trust me… :) This way I've warned you. And now you can't get offended, because there was a warning, you just didn't read it. Lol.
Disclaimer: … … … … … … well, I'm outta things to say. Nope I don't own Harry. Good enough?
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George stood in front of Fred's bed. His twin was sleeping, he could remember the older Weasley mentioning something about being too sore to move and go into work today. It was about bruises on his legs. But that didn't get his brother from getting out of testing items. This one was going to be tested by Fred even it killed him. George was hoping that it wasn't going to.
Holding the bottle high above his head. He nudged Fred's foot. This caused a glare to be shot at George's direction. George shook the potion bottle and gave Fred a smile. "Last one, I promise."
"You told me that last time." Fred barked sitting up.
"Please, this is one that is meant for you." George begged.
Fred flung his legs out of bed. This allowed George to see all the bruises that Hermione was unable to heal. "Tell me what you see brother of mine." Fred demanded.
"Your bare legs?"
"What color are they?"
"Purple, and there's some green, even some blue."
Fred nodded as he brought his legs painfully onto the bed. "This one is from the Confuzled. I had to learn that my left arm moved my right leg, but my right ear moved my arm. So there was a lot of running into doorways and chairs." The bruise was a greenish yellow color. It was off to the side of his right leg.
George chuckled. "You promised to test that one." He pointed out.
Fred pointed to one closer to his foot. "This one, it's from hanging at Hogwarts. I also have on my back about the size of a Quaffle."
"Well, we wanted an accurate study." George answered, dodging another shot of avoiding testing.
"This bruise," the older twin pointed to one on his upper thigh. "I received this one and more from the Final Battle. Lupin launched a spell and it caused a piece of armor to scrap me. Not pleasant!"
"I was sick!"
"This one," this time it was in the middle of his right leg. "Is from the Quidditch game, you know when you thought you heard a scream? Yeah that was me, you had launched a Bludger that broke my leg."
George laughed. "Well, we wanted another test. And you were the one who was most experience with time travel, again I was still sick."
Fred summoned a bag of ice and put it on his leg the pain suddenly returning. He looked away from his brother. "But Hermione's healed you every time." George stated.
"I can't figure out why." Fred said, holding out his hand. "What is it?"
"Bludger in a box." George laughed.
"And you can't test this?"
"Lunch break is almost over." He winked. "Ron called in sick, and Verity is coming down with something. Have fun."
Fred looked at the bottle. "Shake well, close your eyes, and throw the bottle." He rolled his eyes. "Comes equipped with one Bludger, one Beater's bat, and a Quaffle." He read.
Fred shook it and threw it at the wall. He found himself with a Quaffle in one hand and the bat in the other hand. He ducked to avoid the Bludger that came flying at his head. If he got hit in the head or anywhere on the body he would kill George.
He swung the bat, but had to dive out of the way anyway. That stupid Bludger had annihilated the bat. "Bloody hell George, this isn't funny, it's dangerous." Fred growled.
His left leg was hit. Even though the Bludger was rubber it still didn't mean it didn't hurt. It was official; George was only a person that Fred was living with.
His blue eyes fell on the Quaffle on the bed. George was definitely dead. Fred heard the ball hit the wall and ricochet straight towards Fred. He rolled out of the way, but sadly it hit his arm. He clutched his right arm. The pain was horrible, it was then that Fred decided that George was only another worker at his shop, nothing more nothing less.
Hermione stuck her head in the door. "Throw the Quaffle," she suggested. She was just checking on him when she had heard some crashes.
"Can't throw left handed." Fred admitted.
Hermione shook her head. "Accio Quaffle." She caught the Quaffle in her left hand. She studied the pattern of the Bludger and how it was flying across the room; she then aimed carefully before throwing the Quaffle. Both balls blew up covering the room in dust.
"Fred, are you alright?"
"Why are you here?" He groaned. "Don't tell me, George?" He allowed Hermione to approach him. "You could almost be a Chaser with that arm."
"Oh no. Ronald sent me by they way." She admitted, blushing. "He was worried about you. Supposedly George told him that you were sore."
"Is Ron down in the shop?"
"Yeah."
"George is dead." He growled.
"Well, before you go killing your brothers, let me heal that arm." Hermione pulled out his arm. She ignored the hissed that he had made. "Why is it that I'm always healing you?"
"I was about to ask you the same question." Fred stated. "Hermione, can I ask you a stupid question?"
"I suppose so." She ran her wand over his broken arm. She knew that there was going to be a bruise when she was finished.
"What are we?"
"Friends."
He could only nod. It only made sense that they were friends. Question, do you think that we could ever be more than friends?"
"Answer," She smiled. "Are you hinting that you want another snogging session?"
Fred blushed. "You couldn't really call it a snogging session. It was more like a sneak attack on my half. And I told that I wanted to test out my skills with curves. And you have them."
Hermione laughed. "So you don't want a snogging session then?"
"No," he was blushing by now. His eyes were focused on the blue glowing arm; it was like he was trying to burn a hole in it. "I think of you more like a little sister."
"I don't blame you." Hermione sighed. "She said that… never mind."
"Hermione, you are very beautiful don't let anyone tell you other wise." Fred moved his right arm. "But you're not… well… you are… but… ugh!"
"What are you looking for in a girl?" She asked, knowing what he was saying.
Fred smiled. He couldn't help but smile. She was always willing to listen to his problems, and they were only friends. And not very good friends either, which made him even more happier.
"Well, she has to be out going, funny smart, great sense of humor. She's also got to be loving and caring. Friendly, like me for my prankster side, everything." Fred said. "She's got to like Quidditch and be somewhat out going, especially in bed."
Hermione blushed. "Well, you'll find that girl someday."
"What about you?" He questioned.
"Well, believe it or not I have a thing for out-going Quidditch players."
Fred snorted at this comment. "That's a big surprise."
"Well, he has to be strong, and have gorgeous eyes. He must be funny, kind and gentle. Not to mention devishly handsome." She stated leaning against his bed. "He must be strong, he must like me for me. He has to be smart and not worried about how I think of him, because I'm going to like him for him no matter what. He must be willing to talk to me when I've done something wrong, and can't really hide his feelings.
"He has to like me for me, S.P.E.W. included and he's got to know something about the romance in a relationship." She blushed as she finished up. "I wouldn't mind if he was really good in bed either, at least then I wouldn't worry about a guy not knowing what he was doing…" She blushed a deeper red.
Fred smiled. "He doesn't seem too bad. Angelina, she had everything about him planned out, even down to his shoe size."
Hermione laughed. "She must of had tons of free time."
Fred helped Hermione up, but stayed on the ground. "So thank you."
"It's my job." Hermione joked.
"Really?"
"No." Hermione kneeled down. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'll be fine," came the reply.
Hermione leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss. It was chaste and Fred wanted more, he wanted to become more than just somewhat good friends. She pulled away as quickly as her lips touched his, and when he opened his eyes she was gone.
Yes, he was going to kill George.
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K15: Okay there you guys go.
Fred: I liked this chapter.
Me: You know what so did I. I had no idea that this chapter was written before the last one. I just forgot that Fred had time traveled. Don't worry I have Fred's revenge all planned out. After…
Fred: Okay, that's enough of that. Well, if you guys will review. It will make Kayko really happy. If you review I'll give Ginny a cookie.
Me: Why Ginny?
Fred: It was either Ginny or Percy.
Me: Good point. Anyway don't forget to review. Until next time. Later. K15
