*Chapter 2 – Fred*
(A/N Hi guys! Thanks for reading the first chapterJ)
Fred Weasley watched as she left the room. A strange feeling dropped into his stomach as he watched Hermione storm out of the room. He didn't understand why. She was just Hermione, being Hermione. She was bossy, stubborn, hard-working, beautiful…
Fred cursed under his breath. He wasn't supposed to be thinking this. But he knew, deep down, that it was true, and no-one was able to deny it. She really had gotten more comfortable in her skin over the summer. Her lips were plumper, the constant frizz in her hair had died down and, as his wandering eyes had noticed, her hips and chest were definitely more defined.
He could never admit this, of course. Ron was in love with her, always had been. Ron wouldn't admit it either. But Fred had seen the lustful looks sent her way.
People were slowly leaving the sitting room, either Apparating or heading upstairs to their beds. Soon it was just him and George. George was smiling slyly at him. "What?" he snapped. George had that habit of acting like he knew something Fred didn't. "Nothing much. I just noticed your interest in our dear friend ." George drawled, mimicking Draco Malfoy. Fred rolled his eyes, stood up and stretched. He started to leave the room, but then George started talking in a voice that made Fred stop in his tracks. "Fred, it's a lost cause, you know that, right?" Fred sighed, hesitating. He should fake ignorance of the situation, but that was not an option. George knew him more than anyone else, more than himself. "I know, George." He said softly. "What other choice do I have?" He left the room quickly after that. He didn't want to see George's sympathetic expression. He didn't want to see the truth.
The truth was, he was in love with Hermione. Ever since she walked down the steps to the Yule Ball last year, in her gorgeous flowing dress, her recently shrunken teeth gleaming in the low candle-light, her arm hooked around Victor Krum's arm, he had never looked at her the same again. He had felt a pang of jealousy the time he saw Hermione with Viktor, her watching him with sickening admiration, every time he saw her watching Ron fervently as they practiced Quidditch in the back yard. In fact, she had missed the Quaffle many times from being distracted. He wished she would look at him that way.
Little did he know she was so far from the truth…