I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!
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Chapter 11-
Fred slowly opened his eyes and squinted at the window. He groaned, turned onto his back and pulled the duvet right up to his chin.
It was nearly 12 o'clock and Fred still hadn't stepped outside of his bedroom. And that was difficult seeing as his stomach was growling for food so loudly it was painful. But he couldn't go downstairs. Not until Mr. Granger had left for his two day dentistry convention at 1, anyway.
Yesterdays events had still been in the front of Fred's mind. It had started so well. The Malfoy impression, the cooking, the pancake flipping, the Flour War… but then everything went wrong. Horribly wrong.
Fred thought back to Mr Granger's angered face and he even winced slightly at the thought.
"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?" Mr. Granger had boomed.
Fred had felt himself visibly shrink in front of the middle aged man but he couldn't bring himself to answer back.
Mr Granger seemed to become even more furious as he waited for Fred to answer him. He was still covered from head to toe in flour and the kitchen was a mess. Fred had thought about answering his question but he was stopped by Hermione.
"Dad, calm down. We were just messing around. Fred was aiming for me."
Fred had instantly regretted Hermione's words. Her dad was going to burst.
"WHY WERE YOU PLANNING ON HITTING MY POOR DAUGHTER? IS HER LETTING YOU STAY HERE NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? DO YOU WANT TO ATTACK HER TOO?"
Fred gulped and quietly spoke.
"I am so sorry Mr. Granger. I never meant to hit you and Mione and I were just having fun. I am so sorry; we will clean up straight away."
He begged Mr. Granger would drop it and move on but fate had never really liked Fred anyway.
"JUST HAVING FUN? YOU HOOLIGANS CALL THIS FUN? Hermione I thought we taught you to respect rules and have nice friends?" her dad was now facing Hermione and talking a little softer.
Fred stiffened at that. He didn't really care about Mr Granger shouting but to accuse him of not being nice was a little low in Fred's book.
"Fred is a perfectly nice friend. He's fun, caring, sweet; extremely intelligent although he doesn't always show it, hilarious… well anyway you get the point. Fred is a perfect friend and he dumped flour on you by accident so can you please drop it dad. He said he was sorry."
Hermione's cheeks had turned a slight pink when she realised she was listing all of Fred's good qualities to him and her father. Her dad had calmed down and Fred was smiling softly at Hermione. The smile clearly said 'thankyou'.
Mr Granger had looked doubtful but he nodded his head solemnly anyway.
"Well, I suppose it may have been an accident. And by the way my daughter talks so fondly of you, it is clear you are not a hooligan. I am sorry for shouting at you Fred but make sure nothing like this happens again please."
Fred nodded and watched as Hermione smiled kindly at her father. Mr Granger spun on his heel and walked up the stairs.
"I'm going in the shower to clean this off then me and your mother are going out for dinner." Was what he had shouted behind him.
Fred was snapped out of his thoughts of yesterday by a small tap on the door. He sat up in his bed and stretched.
"Come in" he yawned.
Hermione's bushy little head popped around the door and she sighed when she saw Fred. She quickly walked into his room and sat on the end of his bed. She tucked her feet under his duvet and Fred repositioned himself so he was also sitting.
Hermione looked up at Fred and finally realized that he had not only failed to get up before lunch time but he had also failed in getting dressed too. He was only wearing his bright red boxers that clashed with his hair. His muscular chest was clearly visible and Hermione found she was unable to look away.
"It's nearly 12 o'clock and you're not even up yet! I know your avoiding my dad but that's no excuse not to get up Fred."
"I'm not avoiding anyone…" Fred scowled.
Hermione scoffed and laughed slightly, which caused Fred to cross his arms and huff.
"And how old are you again? 11? What is the phrase muggles say…Ahh that's it…Act your age not your shoe size." Hermione smirked and watched as Fred huffed again.
"I will have you know I am very grown up. I am the head of this house after 10 o'clock."
Hermione raised her eyebrows and gestured for Fred to continue.
"When your mum and dad have left, it leaves only me and you and since you are younger and totally inferior to my spectacular personality, I automatically become head of the house." Fred replied smugly.
"Well you can't possibly be head of this house because for starters… it's not yours."
"Yet, dear Mione. It's not mine yet."
Hermione felt her eyebrows knit together in confusion. The only way Fred could have the house was if he permanently moved in or stole it from her parents. She laughed softly before looking back into Fred's face which was covered in a mischievous smirk.
"And how do you plan on becoming the head of this house? Are you going to kidnap my parents and force them to give you it?"
Fred shook his head slowly and chuckled.
"Mione, Mione, Mione. Do you really want to know how I will steal your home and become the head of the house?"
Hermione thought for a while before she answered this. 'How bad can the answer be?' she thought.
"Yes."
Fred suddenly leapt up from under the covers and leaned towards Hermione so quickly she had no time at all to react. He picked her up and flung her over his shoulder much like the time in the kitchen when Hermione had hit her head. Hermione screamed and Fred was trying his hardest to stifle the chuckles that were slowly bubbling in his throat.
"First in my plan to steal the house, I will kidnap the fare maiden Mione and send a ransom note to the family. It will insist for the position as head of the house or else…"
Hermione was now gently hitting his toned and completely bare back as Fred headed down the hall to the bathroom. From her position on his shoulder she had a clear view of Fred's backside. 'Nice…'
"Or else what Fred?" Hermione managed to choke out through tears of laughter.
"I will demand the position of head of house or… I will throw the lovely Mione in the shower."
Hermione gasped and started to wriggle in Fred's grip. This probably wasn't the smartest think to do because she was just slowly inching her way towards Fred's butt instead of out of his hands completely.
"Fred! No! Not the shower! Please!" she started to beg but it was to late.
Fred had managed to keep Hermione flung over his shoulder while he turned on the shower. Freezing cold water began to fire out of the shower head and Hermione looked on in horror as Fred began to lower her in the spray.
Water covered her entire body and stuck her head to her forehead in a matter of seconds. She sat under the shower, soaking and cold as she watched Fred hunch over from laughter. He was holding his bare stomach and tears of laughter were slipping from his eyes.
'It would probably be hilarious if the shoe was on the other foot I suppose'
Then under the powerful spray of the shower Hermione had an idea.
"Fred…I think I hurt my ankle when you put my in the shower." She whimpered.
Fred almost instantly stopped his laughter and walked back over to the drenched Hermione. She was still sitting on the shower floor whilst the water poured down on her.
"I'm so sorry Mione, I didn't mean too. It was just meant to be funny, sorry."
Fred reached down to pull Hermione out of the shower by her extended arm. He began to pull her up but was met with a forceful tug from Hermione. Before he could steady himself, Fred collapsed on top of Hermione sending them both back into the powerful rays of the shower.
The laughter soon poured out of them and with the combination of water, soggy hair and the laughter it soon became hard to breathe. Fred's legs were tangled up in Hermione's and their bodies were crushed against each other. Fred's laughter subdued slightly when he realized the position they were now in.
'oh god, she looks so hot when she's soaking wet.' Was the only thought that was running through his mind and his eyes flickered all around her body draining her in.
Hermione had also noticed the position they were in and was thinking along the same lines as Fred. 'His chest looks amazing when it's wet.' Her eyes raked his entire body before they settled back on his eyes. Although the water was obscuring her vision slightly she could still see the lust in his eyes.
Before Hermione could even start to contemplate this thought Fred slowly brought his face down to hers. His lips touched hers so quickly; if she had blinked she would have missed it. A spark shot through her body and before she could even kiss back Fred had jumped off of her and began to shake his hair to rid it of the water.
Hermione reached over and turned off the shower before standing up. 'Should she say something? Or just pretend it never happened?' But before she had the chance to ask Fred why he had kissed her, Fred had gone.
Hermione just stood in the middle of the bathroom soaking wet and confused.
'Why did he kiss me, and then just run off without a single word?'
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There is chapter 11 :) I quite liked this one and I hope you do too seeing as you've been kept waiting for so long. I am terribly sorry for the wait but I have been reading The Hunger Games trilogy for the past week and it has consumed a fare amount of my time! I am ashamed to say another book other than Harry Potter has distracted me from my fan fictions but I hope you can forgive me!
Next chapter up soon, PLEASE REVIEW!
