Percy tested, the prat.
Allow me to say this, Fred's choice of pet is not only because it is one that I want desperately but because of a characteristic that suites him!
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Fred had this all planned out but then it got all mucked up. He had decided on a good pet and then went to find one but he had gotten sucked in by the big brown eyes and floppy ears and wagging tail. He had never seen a puppy that cute. He wanted to snatch her up but he didn't think this was the dog for Hermione. Until the puppy smiled and he lost it. He picked her up and she was his. He walked her out of the shop and she stayed by his side, her happy little tail wagging.
Best idea ever. He would train her a bit and then give her Hermione, possibly with a big red ribbon on her neck.
He walked her into his flat and she ran around excitedly. He transfigured a newspaper into a patch of grass for her and charmed it to clean itself. Oh, magic, how useful you are. He didn't need to buy anything he simply transfigured to of his spoons into bowls and he had already gotten her food at the shop. He sat down on his couch and smiled to himself. Hermione would love her. Her... he ought to name her.
What do you name a dog?
She was trotting around, sniffing things. He looked at her red collar and her busy nose. Red, sniffing... Rose? Dahlia? Tulip? No...
"Poppy?" The puppy trotted over to him. "Poppy, huh?" He rubbed her head. She licked his hand. "Poppy it is."
He hadn't meant for it to happen. He only meant to have her for a few days, a week or two tops but he had gotten attached. Poppy was an absolute delight! She was playful and energetic and loyal and she liked to smile. Fred wanted to give her Hermione. He did but Merlin, he loved her. George thought it was a riot. He laughed whenever he saw her. Poppy was at Freds hip... well, ankle. She followed her master everywhere and was well behaved until he left her alone and then she went mad. She would jump on walls and furniture and people and bark up a storm.
Fred had promised to help his mother plan a housewarming party for Harry and Ginny and had asked George to watch Poppy but when he came back the next day for her she was nowhere to be found.
"Don't be mad. She was an absolute nightmare! I had to do something."
Fred looked horrified. His brother had killed his dog. He was ready to strangle him when George continued.
"I owled 'Mione and she came to pick her up. They're at her place."
Fred sighed. "I almost killed you."
"I almost killed your dog." George said with a smile.
Fred apparated to Hermione's apartment and knocked on the door. She opened it and smiled at him. Look at her. She was back in her frumpy skirt and sweaters and he thought she looked adorable. He smiled back.
"Come for Poppy, have you?" She let him and his girl came running up to him. He picked her up immediately and gave her kisses.
"I actually came to get my shirt back but I think I might take her home as well."
"Come on in." Hermione stepped aside. He came in and set Poppy down. She ran to the be and curled up on a pillow.
"She made herself right at home, huh?"
"Oh yes. George said she was an absolute terror but she's been lovely for me. You just have to be firm with her." Hermione said as she walked over to the wardrobe.
Fred looked around. This was by far the smallest apartment he had ever seen. There was a tiny kitchen, a door he assumed led to a bathroom and that was it. The living room was home to her bed. There was just enough space for a wardrobe. It was all function. Except there were books covering the entire place.
Hermione dug around until she came out with the shirt. She handed it to him.
"Mione, how do you fit in here?" Fred was suddenly very conscious of his height.
"I'm not very big." She shrugged. Fred was about to walk around to sit on the bed but he tripped over some books and fell on top of Hermione, who landed on the bed.
They simply looked at each other with wide eyes for a moment. Then they laughed quite loudly. But it stopped and their eyes locked onto each others mouths and Fred watched as she licked her lips. The slow movement of her tongue teased him. His hand came to her jaw and his thumb caressed her cheek. He was ready to lean in when he heard a yip. Poppy was at the door, prancing.
"I believe my girl must relieve herself." He said with a laugh.
Hermione gave a weak smile.
"I'll let myself out." He thought he heard her say damn as he left.
He looked at his happy puppy. "Poppy, my darling girl, you have rubbish timing." She tilted her head slightly.
HE WAS SOOOO CLOSE! But there are two more brothers!
I'm so tired I barely remember writing half of this chapter... woops.
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