Pairing: Fred Weasley/Hermione Granger
Note: Takes place during OOTP, Fred is 17 and Hermione is 15.
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Act II, Scene III
I Thought You Two Didn't Get Along?
"Hermione," Luna came up to her in the hallway one afternoon as she was getting out of Ancient Runes. Ginny was right beside her.
"Hello, Luna," she smiled politely at the Ravenclaw girl.
"Hey! Which of my brothers do you think is the best looking?" Ginny asked out of the blue.
Hermione gave her a quizzical look.
"See, the girls at the Gryffindor table were debating it over breakfast today," Luna explained.
"Yeah, and it seems that no one can agree on anything. So what about you?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, um...I suppose I never really thought about it," Hermione replied.
"Well, what do you think of Charlie? Personally, he's my favourite," Luna said.
"And I picked Bill," Ginny added. "And Parvati agreed."
"Bill's cute," Hermione conceded. "He's a seven, but Charlie's an eight."
"What about Ron? That's Lavender's favourite, of course," Luna chimed in.
Ginny laughed. "Ron's a six. At most."
"Well," Hermione shrugged, "If you ignore the face, it's pretty much alright."
"How can you ignore the face, Hermione? It's right there!"
"Well, what about Fred?" Hermione said without meaning to.
Luna smiled at her dreamily. "What about him?"
"He's an eight, too, I guess," she answered, a little too quickly to seem casual.
"I thought you two didn't get along?" Ginny raised an eyebrow at her.
Hermione shrugged. "I don't see how that matters. It doesn't mean I'm blind."
When Fred got out of his Potions class that Friday afternoon, he spotted a mane of frizzy dark brown hair in the hallway and hollered, "Oi, Granger!"
Hermione turned around, and when she saw him, whispered something to Harry and Ron. The two nodded and continued to walk, while Hermione made her way over to him.
"Practice later?" Fred asked her as quietly as he could. He put his hand on her arm gently, to keep her from bumping into people.
"I can't," she said, looking miserable. "I have Prefect duties to attend to after class."
"If only you were academically mediocre like me, then you'd be able to enjoy your life more," he grinned.
She knit her eyebrows together, "Don't you have Quidditch practice later?"
"Oh, right," Fred slapped his forehead. "I forgot. Well, you could come watch, if you'd like. I think you might enjoy watching me and George goof off to distract ourselves from the fact that Harry wants to snog my sister."
Hermione laughed at that, and Fred felt his face warming up. "I wish I could, but I can't just ditch Prefect duties. Ron would be lost without me."
He tried not to let her see his expression fall. "Right. Well, tomorrow it is then. Be seeing you, Granger."
"Bye, Fred." She cracked a small smile at him before leaving to catch up to her friends.
Fred watched her disappear into the crowd for a bit before rejoining his brother. When he finally found George, his twin had a disbelieving smile on his face. "Flirting with the prefect is a dangerous game, Freddie."
"What. Me and Granger?" Fred pretended to sound incredulous. "I don't think so."
"Are you trying to annoy Ron or just get out of detention?" His brother asked.
"Both," he answered. "But for the record, I wasn't flirting."
George looked unconvinced but said nothing.
Oh, silly, silly Fred. He thought to himself. You just had to like the Prefect, didn't you?
Author's Note: This is the shortest chapter of all, but I hope you all still enjoyed it. It ends on a bit of a...neutral note? Idk I couldn't think of a better ending, honestly. Anyways, leave a review and let me know what you think :))
