*Chapter 5 - Fred*
(A/N I like this chapter ^_^)
I crept into my rooms and closed the door. I stumbled back against the wonky frame and closed my eyes. He had been this close to her. I could have touched her. I could smell her. She smelled of old books and raspberries. I savoured the smell, the ghost of it slipping around my head. On the other side of the door, there was a knocking. My heart stuttered. Maybe Hermione had come back. Maybe she wanted to apologise for her rude behaviour. Suddenly, there was a whisper at the other side of the door. "Fred?" the voice murmured hoarsely "It's me." I stepped back and flung the door open. To my disappointment and embarrassment, my twin stood at the door, raising an eyebrow and tapping his foot. "Have I come unexpectedly? It is my room too, y'know." George said snarkily, breezing past Fred and flopping onto his bed. He considered me for a moment, his mouth set in a line, then suddenly the corners of his mouth lifted and he grinned knowingly at me, setting me on edge. "What?" I snapped, hating his cocky looks and the fact that he could practically read my mind. "Freddie, your eyes are glazed and you're swaying on the spot. Your freckles are practically spelling Hermione." He said, still grinning. "Will you shut up! These walls are paper thin!" I groaned. George's expression softened." You know, Freddie," he said, pulling on his green pyjamas, me pulling on my identical blue ones "I've only seen you this much in love, and that was when you looked in the mirror for the first time" he said, sniggering loudly. Then he turned serious again. "Look, there's no point in going after her. I know I should be encouraging you, but, really, even if you guys did get together, Ron would skin you alive. He loves her more than anyone, yet he's too much of a dork to ask her out. She is pretty though, I'll give you that. But she's a younger woman. Take my advice. Don't bother." He said, getting into bed. "'Night" he said, turning his back to me. "'Night" I said grudgingly, getting under the covers. He was right. Even if, for one bizarre reason, Hermione loved me back, Ron would disown me. He was the main reason I didn't march up to Hermione and declare my undying love for her. But that was just the thing. That wasn't the only reason. If he just asked Hermione out, his too-cool-to-care attitude would come crumbling around him. Especially if he asked out someone like Hermione. Dorky, a goody two shoes, bushy-haired, sexy nerd. But she was so much more than that. She was so smart, not only book smart, but street smart, she was funny, witty, mature and just fun to be around. She was so much fun to be around over the summer. Her smile lit up the room. She had brilliant jokes, and what's more, when Ron was showing off, she just rolled her eyes, and giggled at him. But, then his euphoria would come crashing down. She would gaze at Ron admiringly, ignoring Fred completely.
All the debating going on his head was making him sleepy, and his eyes started to droop. Suddenly, he was in an unfamiliar meadow. There was a buzz in the air, probably from the insects. The sun blared in my eyes. Then I saw her. Hermione, looking more beautiful than usual. She was in a skin- hugging dress, her brown hair calmed into loose waves. She came up close and wrapped her arms around my waist. She brought our mouths together, forcing my lips apart. Sparks burst behind my eyelids and I slowly brought my hands around her little hips. Then, out of nowhere, she started shrinking in my hands. When I opened my eyes, she was just the small, undeveloped 12 year old from 1st year. My whole family had appeared, shaking their heads in disgust. But the only face I saw was Ron's, his face contorted with rage and jealousy. He stormed up towards me and -