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thatravenpuffgirl · 1 year

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Hermione Granger x Fred Weasley headcanons I adore Part 1

Fred and George's first interaction with Hermione was as early as the train ride to Hogwarts in 1991, just as Hermione was starting her first year

Hermione had been helping Neville find his toad, Trevor, and had been asking people in the carriages about him

She'd then walked into a carriage Fred was in alone, with George having gone off to be with Angela Johnson and their mate Lee Jordan scaring students with something he had in a box

And as soon as she stepped into the carriage and introduced herself, Fred had been intrigued by her

Not just because she was admittedly quite nice looking - even for an 11-year-old- but also cause Hermione had been able to tell the twins apart immediately

And Hermione had found her being a bit sassier than usual, which Fred loved, and they had talked for a little bit

But then of course George had to come back. "Oi brother, are you really recruiting my replacement already? I was only gone for like half an hour" George also definitely noticed that his twin like this wide-eyed brunette girl

Fred was annoyed at George's interruption but tried to hide it, especially once Hermione left the carriage a few minutes later

They ran into her later though, when the train had arrived at Hogsmeade Station, and Fred had comforted her a little cause she'd been worried about which house she'd get into

And then again later at the Great Hall, Fred had clapped quite loudly when Hermione had been sorted into Gryffindor and his grin got even wider when she sat only a few seats away from him.

Fred would have definitely loved to become friends with her, but then he saw how she had grown closer to her younger brother and Harry Potter, and his insecurities got in the way, so they didn't really talk about that, although Fred obviously heard about her adventures in her 1st and 2nd year of school, and always noticed her in the halls and in the Common room

Then, a few years later the twins started to spend more time with Hermione during third year while Ron was mad at her, thinking Crookshanks had eaten Scrabbers.

They were also the conspirators of a string of pranks to teach their little brother a lesson, both hating that he made Hermione so upset over some silly thing

Hermione was obviously mortified, whacking them both on the shoulders when she find out

But she was also secretly grateful and impressed with their cleverness, which she would never admit

Fred teased Hermione for weeks after finding out about her obsession with muggle music of the time, such as ABBA, Elvis Presley, The Beatles, and the rolling stones, amongst others, after finding her secreting listening to them one night in the Gryffindor dorm.

But, Fred secretly fell in love with muggle music and the muggle world after that, and frequently asked for song recommendations, and for her stories about the muggle world, even laughing when Hermione told him the story of a boy biting her father during a dentist appointment, which meant her father had to get ten stitches, although George and Ron and most of their friends didn't know what she was going on about

But, after that, they became even more close, with Hermione showing Fred her secret hobbies and insecurities, and Fred did the same.

Hermione told Fred that when she went to muggle school, she wasn't a good student and struggled with all her classes, and she'd get picked on because of it. But when she got her letter to Hogwarts, she thought it was a second chance, so she worked hard to read all the books and memorise as much as possible about the Wizarding World so it would seem like she was a good student, and she'd always worked so hard to keep her grades practically perfect so she wouldn't feel stupid again

Fred told Hermione that although he and George were quite popular because of their pranks, he's often felt insecure about how other students perceived him, sometimes wishing they'd be taken more seriously, as clever and ambitious teens following their ambitions, not just the class clowns and pranksters of the school.

Hermione also shared that she had a secret love for playing the piano. She'd practised in the Room of the Requirement (which she'd known about for ages) secretly, even letting him come into the room of requirement to watch her play a few times and also helped him learn a few piano notes, and Fred had admired her greatly for her talent

Hermione would hang out with Fred and George quite a lot, even after she'd made amends with Harry and Ron

They'd given her nicknames such as Mia, Mi and Mione and Granger

Hermione was still one of the few people who could actually tell them apart

The twins would often share their plans for future pranks, and Hermione wouldn't tell on them, because she did actually enjoy watching how excited they'd get as the two would explain their next big plan to her, and she'd even add in her own suggestions sometimes

Fred had taken to making sure that Hermione was okay after she told him she was using a time turner to take so many classes

He'd make sure that she was eating and drinking enough, but bring her snacks and hot chocolate anyway, just in case

He seemed to be the only one to notice how Hermione would disappear suddenly after being someplace only a minute ago.

Fred always kept an eye on Hermione, helping her in the mornings by putting up her hair and doing other little things for her, and other than herself, he was the only one that could tame her usually bushy hair into a ponytail

She'd also given him a copy of her timetable, so whenever he knew they both didn't have classes he'd go and check on her

He'd even managed to convince George to help him study with Hermione so she wouldn't have to stay up so late, and he'd stop Hermione as soon as she'd tried to argue against their assistance

Hermione, in turn, attended every one of their Quidditch practices and matches to support them (and Harry! Of course, mainly to support Harry, definitely) even though Fred insisted that wasn't necessary, knowing she was under a lot of stress anyway, but Hermione was just as stubborn and insisted upon it

Goerge teased his brother about his sudden obsession with a certain brown hair and brown-eyed girl, but Fred shrugged it off every time, saying he was only helping and caring for her

But then one day in Potions class, when he was studying the potion Amortenia, Fred smelt leather-bound books, roses, and the odd smell of Crookshanks, instantly knowing it was the scent of Hermione

He was so embarrassed and didn't tell anyone, not even George

Even though George had already known about Fred's affection for Hermione for years even if Fred himself didn't realise it.

But after that, Fred definitely saw Hermione in a different light, realising that he'd always sort of cared for Granger in a certain way

And Fred had obviously been very worried after he heard about what had happened to the trio at the Whooping Willow

Hermione would roll her eyes at his concerns but also secretly found it sweet

They hadn't spent too much time on the train ride back home at the end of the year, but the twins did give Hermione their farewells, and Fred was relieved that Hermione was dropping some of her classes and giving up her Time Turner next year

And Fred had actually been the one to invite Hermione over to the burrow and to the Quidditch World Cup that summer, after remembering she once told him she enjoyed camping, and her parents had taken her on annual trips before she went to Hogwarts

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Thanks for reading these Fred and Hermione headcanons, Part 2 will be coming soon!

Also disclaimer: I do not own the harry potter characters mentioned in this post, however, all these headcanons are my own, and I did change/add a few things to the characters of Fred and Hermione that aren't canon, but again these are all my own thoughts

#hermione granger #fred weasley #the weasleys #the weasley twins #fred and hermione #fred and george #george weasley #fremione #harry potter headcanon #fremione forever #fremione fanfiction #harry potter #ron weasley #wizarding world #the golden trio #fred x hermione #headcanons #my headcanons

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raquians · 6 months

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'cause i love the way you wake me up

pairing: fremione word count: 5,024 rating: T summary:

Hermione stares up at the menu boards. Three separated sections stare back at her. Wakeful. Wacky. Wild.

Her eyes trace first and foremost under wakeful, because that’s what she needs—she’s exhausted and she’s not sure she can make it through her 12 hour shift at A&E if she doesn’t get something in her. The text, chalked on the board in colorful handwriting, is hard to focus on this early in the morning. There are so many choices, so many options that she’s never heard of, she’s feeling a bit—

“Overwhelmed?” the barista asks with a grin.

#fremione #fremione fic #fremione fanfic #fremione fanfiction #fred weasley #fred weasley x hermione granger #hermione granger

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ficrecgoblin · 11 months

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Do No Harm by oneofthesirens

Doctor Hermione, Nurse Fred. A short fic, but unbelievably cute. Rated E.

#fred x hermione #fremione #fremione fanfiction #fremione ship #fic recommendation #fic rec #harry potter

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annonymouslyblonde · 1 year

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Set during the summer of OOTP. Fred comes to escort Hermione back to Grimauld place. But what happens when he realizes there's jealousy brewing inside him?

#fremione forever #fremione #fred weasley #hermione granger #fred x hermione #fanfiction account #hp fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #fremione fanfiction #fanfiction writer #female writers #normalise fanfiction

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hailhydrating · 2 years

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I’m writing fanfic now!! If you’re a fan of fremione, banter, flirt-fighting, the goblet of fire or sensitive George, then I hope you’ll give my fic a read!

4 chapters are posted to ao3, and more are to come!

Here’s the link! Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40181382

#fremione #fremione fanfiction #fremione fanfic #ashley writes

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weasleytwinswh0re · 1 year

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Finally, I have an update to HTTASF on FFN

#fremione #hp fanfic #fremione fanfiction #ffnet

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 2 years

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Absolutely fascinating to see how the Harry Potter ships go on AO3.

Going to put a bunch of ships in the tags simply so other people can see this and weigh in because I think it's fascinating.

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sailtomarina · 6 months

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Wild Lavender

Hermione x Fred | Kinktober Day 30: “Formalwear” cw: implied sex

When Hermione saw the formal invitation with “black tie” in carefully printed letters, she had to admit a part of her almost canceled on Fred right then and there.

The Merchant’s Inaugural Gala was meant to celebrate the reformation of Diagon Alley and related shopping districts after the war. It had been a long time getting back to the previous levels of activity, too long since people felt comfortable in the public spaces that once brought so many of them joy.

It was through that rebuilding effort that Hermione and Fred bonded, with her spending much of her free time on the weekends over at Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes replenishing stocks and shelves alongside her favorite twin.

They were so close to taking that final step towards something more, and when he’d asked her to be his +1, she hadn’t hesitated to accept. Now, standing in his kitchen above the store after going up to get a drink of water, she looked down at the card atop his table.

Black tie.

What was she even going to wear? She didn’t have any gowns suitable for this type of event. The best she had was the red cocktail dress she’d worn at Bill and Fleur’s wedding. Could she have it lengthened?

Fred popped his head in the door and noticed her standing there, chewing her lip.

“Everything alright, Hermione?”

She startled at his voice and set the glass down with a loud clunk.

“I didn’t realize the gala would be so formal.”

He sauntered over to look down at the invitation, before looking back up at her with his head tilted. “Is that going to be a problem?”

“I just don’t know if I have anything to wear,” she admitted. She willed her hands to stop twisting the hem of her sweater like she often did when nervous.

“Sorry, I should have mentioned it earlier. I didn’t have anything either, which is why I popped over to Wild Lavender.”

That surprised her. For some reason, she couldn’t imagine him walking into the posh new boutique.

His next words surprised her even more. “If you go for yourself, let them know you’re my date. They’ll take care of you.”

She gaped at him, appalled at the implication. “I’m not letting you buy my gown, Fred!” He obviously had no idea how expensive dresses could get.

“I promise that’s not what I mean,” he laughed, shaking his head. “They’ll just make sure you get something that matches well. The proprietor also may have mentioned wanting to meet you.”

She wrinkled her brow at the strange comment. Why would a stranger want to meet her? Then another idea came to mind and she flinched. What if they were one of those people who got off on meeting celebrities? She was a household name now, alongside the boys, and she’d already suffered her fair share of dodging the press.

As if he’d read her mind, Fred nudged her playfully. “It’s nothing bad, trust me. Quite the opposite, actually.”

“Hmm,” she hummed skeptically. “We’ll see about that.”

Her mind whirred as she followed him back down to the shop. What could the owner of an up-and-coming clothes shop want with her?

It turned out that the proprietors were none other than Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown.

She should have guessed the connection with the name, but she hadn’t seen nor heard anything about Lavender following her hospitalization. Hermione had known it was a pretty big ordeal—it was Fenrir, after all–and that her former housemate survived, but nothing beyond that.

The two girls circled her like hawks, and Hermione tried to not stare at the scars marring the once-pretty girl’s face, focusing instead on Parvati’s excited smile.

“You’re going to be perfect!” she gushed. Lavender nodded in agreement, continuing to take her measurements.

“I’m sorry, what is going to be perfect?” Hermione asked, her nerves getting the better of her. She had to forcibly stop herself from gripping her sweater.

“We’re thinking midnight blue to match with Fred, and something that accentuates your delicate features,” Parvati answered.

“She won’t need any support with how tiny she is,” Lavender murmured.

Hermione flushed. She knew she was skinny—several months on the run had made certain of that. She had only recently gotten back to her former weight, but it was still difficult making herself eat when she could have easily skipped meals.

Lavender rested a gentle hand on her shoulder, and Hermione looked at her directly for the first time. She hadn’t expected the comfort, to be honest, given their history. Large hazel eyes looked back at her filled with a kindness and understanding to which Hermione couldn’t help but respond. She smiled tightly, tears threatening to fall, and it was only Lavender’s reassuring squeeze that gave her the will to stop them.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, Hermione,” Lavender said softly, going on to explain, “I simply meant that we won’t need further adjustments.”

It turned out what they had in mind was more daring than Hermione would have ever, ever chosen for herself.

The drawing Parvati held up to her revealed a slender gown that hugged the model’s willowy frame, the back of which plunged deep past the center of her back with thin straps exposing her shoulders. She appreciated the design hiding the purple scar reaching across her torso—she wasn’t ashamed of it, but she still wasn’t comfortable with showing it off to others. She’d cross that hurdle with Fred if they ever got there.

The skirt flared outward at the knee in a mermaid silhouette. Hermione had only ever considered the shape as something appropriate for wedding gowns, not for anything she would ever wear.

“We’re adding a charm to occasionally shimmer gold as you move,” Parvati described. She waved her hands in her excitement. “You won’t need to wear a bra or anything for support since we’ll have spells weaved into the fabric, not that you even can wear one with this design. I’d advise against knickers, as well.”

“It’s beautiful, but don’t you think it’s a bit…much…for me?” she tentatively asked.

“Nonsense,” Lavender scoffed. Her voice regained the vigor of her youth in her certainty. “In fact, I’d wager you’ll catch every single person’s attention the moment you walk in. You are magnificent.”

Hermione only wanted one wizard’s attention, but she flushed at the compliment, all the same.

“Just make sure you credit Wild Lavender when asked about your stylist,” Parvati added.

Hermione couldn’t help but laugh. Here was the true reason they’d wanted to meet her so badly. When they refused her payment, she barely argued. If they wanted her to parade their goods to the world, she might as well take them up on the offer.

She had no idea what to expect as she waited for Fred to arrive at her flat. She trusted he’d dress appropriately thanks to the girls, but she also wouldn’t have put it past the mischievous wizard to show up in something akin to his and George’s signature orange.

Hermione had to admit that she wouldn’t even mind.

As garish as the color was, the brightness of it simply suited him. Fred was pure joy. If he hadn’t survived his injuries after the final battle, Hermione knew the loss would have devastated his family and everyone else who knew him, and she would have been robbed of some of the happiest moments of her life.

When the knock came, a cheery trio of raps that was all Fred, she took a steadying breath before opening the door.

Fred Weasley cleaned up extremely well.

The prat knew it, too.

He stood there, one hand casually in his pocket, and the other holding up a single-stemmed rose in a deep shade of red, a single dark blue ribbon tied to the stem.

He wore a three-piece suit in a shade of brown Hermione immediately likened to her favorite dark roast coffee. The color complimented his hair, shorn short on the sides and the longer tresses up top styled in fashionable messiness. Accents of a blue matching the rose’s ribbon could be found in his slim tie and pocket square, both of which brought out his light blue eyes, which were currently pinned on her and twinkling in a way that was uniquely his.

“Hello, Hermione.”

It took a twist of his lips for Hermione to realize she was gaping at him. She shut her mouth with an audible click and hastily cast about for something appropriate to say.

She was an intelligent witch. She could be witty when required.

“Hi.”

Bloody hell.

His damnable lips curled upward into a grin. He then blatantly ran his eyes down her figure, before locking back onto her stupefied gaze. “You look gorgeous.”

Hermione was forced to clear her throat, which suddenly felt extremely dry, before answering. “Thank you. You look very nice, as well.”

She flushed as he chuckled at her stiff response. She sounded nothing like her normal self, and she hated that. Why couldn’t she just act like she normally did around him? It was usually so easy.

Curse Lavender and Parvati for making him look so damn delicious.

Hermione already knew he was a good-looking and fit wizard; a blind witch could have told her that. He and George had been Beaters, after all. They had the muscle mass to back up the skills the position required: broad shoulders, thick thighs that his dress slacks hugged sinfully, and an arse so tight she knew if he just turned around she’d want to bounce a Quaffle off of it.

Were Quaffles bouncy?

“Shall we?” He held out an elbow.

“Yes, oh!” Hermione plucked the rose from his fingers and rushed back to the kitchen to set it in a vase in the dead center of the island. “Now I’m ready.”

A choked sound had her twirling around in concern. His eyes were wide, and she realized that he’d seen her back for the first time.

Her very. Bare. Back.

He smiled tightly at her, closed his eyes for a few seconds, the tendons in his neck standing out, then reopened them before offering his arm once more for her to take.

As she tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow, Hermione couldn’t help but squeeze lightly in appreciation. He was just so solid and warm, and she couldn’t help but imagine him wrapping those same arms around her. What would they feel like pressing her against the wall, or bent over a desk?

A throat clearing had her looking up into crystal clear eyes that looked hungry.

“Yes?”

“That’s the second time you’ve said ‘yes’ this evening and I’m tempted to make you say it several times more before we even leave the flat.” He sounded hoarse, eyes dropping down to her lips and staring like he wanted nothing more than to bite them.

Circe help her, but she wanted him to bite her.

“Then why don’t you?” she said, far more breathily than she’d intended.

“Be careful what you ask for, Hermione,” he warned, turning to face her and placing his other hand on her hip.

Looking as he did, painfully handsome and dressed up for her, Hermione summoned every ounce of courage in her body to voice her thoughts aloud.

“Make me say ‘yes’, Fred.”

His eyes flashed, and then he was on her, pressing her up against the kitchen island, the hand on her hip sliding down to grip her thigh.

“Don’t you dare rip this dress, Fred Weasley.”

“Then tell me how to take it off, witch.”

She told him, and they ended up arriving at the gala several hours late, but just in time for the final toasts.

“Oh, this? Wild Lavender. You will not regret it.”

WC 1966

10/30 “Formalwear” prompt for @hpkinktober

Cross-posted on Tumblr and AO3

I don’t know if I’ve ever written Fremione, despite absolutely loving the two of them together? The twins are fantastic if any combination, to be honest, and I should probably write a triad fic for them sometime.

The title is a reference to a couple of YouTube fashion influencers I used to watch all the time. Kudos if you recognize it ;)

#harry potter fanfiction #hp kinktober 2023 #fremione #fred weasley #hermione granger #fred x hermione

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tryingssss · 3 months

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the two dropouts

- fremione

- friends to lovers

- canon events but these two are a thing

#fremione #harry potter fanfiction #fremionefanfiction #fremionefic #fred x hermione

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moondustinfj · 2 years

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Fred : You know Hermione, you look very unapproachable

Hermione *turning the page of her book, trying to focus* : And yet, here you are

#harry potter #fremione #incorrect quotes #wolfstar #Jily #jegulus #enemies to friends to lovers #introvert #hermione granger #fred weasley #fanfiction

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embystarr-blog · 1 year

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God knows I hate Ron Weasley bashing but I LOVE Hermione with Fred. If I have to endure Ron being an OoC DICK I'll do it for them. I'll do it for Fred and Hermione being in love.

#personal #fanfiction #hermione x fred #fremione #the world of fic is the only thing keeping Hogwarts alive because god knows jk rowling is a piece of shit #fanfic writers now own the entire thing in my heart

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punchingtelescopes2 · 1 year

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When Did You Know

Word Count: 4,015

Summary: Fred lives!! Need I say more.

Warning: Some Angst. But overall get ready for a disgusting amount of fluff.

A/N: I know this is not a popular ship…BUT it is my favorite ship. So if you also enjoy Fremione I hope you like this. And if you just like to read…we’ll then I hope you like this too 😊.

Fred and Mrs. Weasley continued to shout at each other as she climbed up the stairs. It had been a little over a month since the war had ended. The Weasley’s, unlike many other wizarding families, had gotten quite lucky. True one Weasley, Fred, had been so badly injured that the healers at St. Mungo’s were unsure if he’d survive. But he proved the healers wrong, he’d survived. And Hermione, along with the Weasley's, thanked Merlin everyday for that miracle. Hermione continued up the stairs, lost in her thoughts. She remembered running down the halls at Hogwarts with Ron at her side. They had been looking for his family when it happened. Hermione has spotted Fred and Percy fighting off Death Eaters when a stray spell caused the wall behind Fred to collapse on top of him. Hermione took another deep breath as a tear rolled down her cheek and she replayed that scene in her head. Her piercing scream, Ron and herself removing rubble as they ran closer to the scene. Seeing Fred’s bloody, limp and pale body emerging from the rubble and the feeling Ron’s arms around her to keep her from falling as she cried. Hermione took a deep breath as she tried to relax, “it’s over” she said, “It’s over”. She pushed those thoughts from her head, Fred had scared all of them but he was alive. He was grouchy, stubborn, impatient and in a lot of pain sometimes but he was alive. And she thanked Merlin for that.

The voices grew louder further she climbed up the stairs. She was about to open the door to Fred and George’s room when she heard “Mum I’m fine! The bandages are not dirty. See? No blood. Mum I just want some fresh air, to see George and my friends and I just want to get outta HEEEREEE!” he yelped. “Merlin woman!!” Fred hissed. Mrs. Weasley annoyingly sighed, “Well if you’d stop moving I’d be able to take these old bandages off and clean you up. Now, hold still!” she snapped. Hermione sighed, she hated seeing Fred in pain but she knew this was all apart of his recovery. She took a deep breath and opened the door to see the Weasley matriarch trying to wrestle her son down and re bandage his wounds. “HERMIONE! SAVE ME!” Fred said quickly, “This deranged woman won’t let me...”but he was instantly silent as Hermione cast Silencio in his direction. “Would you like some help Mrs. Weasley?” she asks with a smile. Fred stared at the two women looking shocked and betrayed. He looked angrily at Hermione and mouthed “GRANGER!” She laughed softly at him and said “I am sorry Freddie, but it’s for your own, good.”

Mrs. Weasley saw the interaction between her son and the young witch. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she knew there was something there. And if Mrs. Weasley was being completely honest the thought of Her Fred and Her Hermione together made her smile. But she quickly shook her head clear of those thoughts and said “I’d love some help dear”. Though Fred was no longer shouting he still put up a fight Hermione and Mrs. Weasley did not shy away from the challenge, they welcomed it. “Aaaaaaand we're done!”, said Mrs. Weasley standing up straight. “Thank you for helping me dear” she said wiping the sweat off her forehead. Hermione smiled as she admired their bandaging skills, “my pleasure”. Hermione looked at Fred. He was spent and pale but was intently looking at her, annoyance clear in his eyes. Finite Incantatem she said pointing her wand at Fred, who gasped for air dramatically. He held Hermione’s gaze and scowled, “traitor”.

She smiled but Fred ignored her. He put Hermione’s betrayal aside and cleared his throat as he focused his attention right back to his unfinished task. “SOO” he asked his Mum sweetly, “about going outside?” “Absolutely not Fred, you can barely stand with out....” but Mrs. Weasley rant was soon interrupted by Ginny. “Oh come on Mum” she said poking her head through the door “let him come out” Fred nodded in agreement. “Yup!! Let the man out Mum” said George, who’s head poked out from underneath Ginny’s. “He can watch us play quidditch”. Mrs Weasley shook her head firmly and said “No”. “He’ll be off to the side Mrs. Weasley” said Harry, who was standing on his tiptoes peeking over Ginny’s head with a smile “he’ll be a spectator ”. “Yeah Mum” Ron added from behind Harry, “I’d love for Fred to witness the look on George and Ginny’s face when I beat them” Ginny rolled her eyes while Fred and George snorted, “Calm down Ronniekins” George said. Mrs Weasley turned towards her children with an unsure look on her face “I don’t know”. “Pleeeaassseeee” they all sang in unison as Fred gave his mom his best puppy dog eyes. Hermione smiled, there was something about that “innocent” face that made her feel butterflies. She quickly pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the debate in front of her. Hermione agreed with Mrs. Weasley, true Fred was slowly getting better but he was still very weak. And his bandages required extra care. She did however feel a tad bit bad about the Silencio charm she’d cast on him earlier, so she decided to help Fred accomplish his goal. “I will be with them as well Mrs. Weasley, I’ll gladly keep an eye of Fred for you” Hermione said. The group snickered. “I'm sure you will” George quipped, wagging his eyebrows while Fred looked smugly at Hermione. She just smiled and rolled her eyes. Mrs. Weasley ignored them, “Thank you sweetheart!” she beamed at Hermione, “I appreciate it!”

“Let’s apparate him outside”, said Ron whose comment was followed by a shower of insults. “Oh Ronald”, sighed Mrs. Weasley. “What?! It was an honest suggestion!” he said indignantly. But before any more insults were hurtled towards Ron, Mrs. Weasley spoke “Ginny, Harry run along and set something out over by the clearing.” “The Quidditch Pitch Mum” said George. “The what?”, said Mrs. Weasley. “It’s not a clearing, it’s called a pitch”, replied George. “Who’s the snitch?”, asked Mrs. Weasley. “Oh Merlin”, said Fred and George in unison while Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione laughed. “Well it’s hard to hear and you are all driving me insane. Harry, Ginny off you go. Find a couple of chairs, or a bench or something for Fred to sit on while he’s out there. George, Ron you’ll help me carry Fred outside”. Ron groaned as Harry and Ginny left. “Are we really going to carry him all the way out there Mum?”, Ron whined. “It’s not like you’ll carry him all on your own you git. I’m going to help too”, George snapped at him. “I’ve got a better idea, why don’t you two stay here and I’ll walk myself out”, said Fred irritably. “You stay put Fred Weasley”, snapped Mrs. Weasley, “or you’ll remain inside a lot longer than you’d like.” Ron, George and Hermione smirked, while Fred scowled. “Wait! Maybe we won’t have to ‘carry’ him outside”, said Hermione, “I’ve got an idea”.

“Good call on that feather-light charm ‘Mione, I was starting to think we’d really have to leave him behind”, said Ron. Fred snorted and George rolled his eyes. Hermione smiled, “There’s Ginny and Harry”, she said as they got closer to the quidditch pitch, “We are almost there, come on”. “A love seat?” asked Ron confused when they got to the clearing by the pitch. Ginny rolled her eyes, “It’s a wooden bench”, she said. Ron ignored her, “Why did you guys bring a love seat out here instead of a couple of chairs?”. “Not quite sure to be honest”, said Harry with a shrug, “But Ginny brought up a good point. Fred would be a lot more comfortable sitting on this as opposed to a hard wooden chair”. “Oh”, said Ron, “Well when you say it like that, it makes sense”. Ginny punched Ron’s arm, “OW! What was that for?!” he cried. “That was for questioning my decisions”, Ginny said. Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat, “Alright you lot, the faster we sit him down, the faster you can play your game”. After what seemed like hours of complaining, grunting and a few witty remarks from George, Fred was finally sitting down with a few pillows supporting his left arm and shoulder. Mrs. Weasley turned to speak to Hermione, “If you need me sweetheart, I’ll be in the kitchen, it’s not too far from here. Just give me a shout and I’ll come outside”, she finished. “You!”, said Mrs. Weasley, pointing her finger at Fred “on your best behavior. Got it?” Fred smiled sweetly at his mom and said, “Always''.

“Soo” winced Fred as he leaned back in the seat , “it’s been 10 months.” “You okay?” Asked Hermione. Fred kindly but dismissively waved at her, “10 monTHs” he said putting emphasis on the th. “10 months?” Asked Hermione with confused. “Oooh yes!!” Fred nodded with a devilish grin, “Ten months to the day Granger. Ten months since you kissed me” “You mean ten months since YOU lied and came to me asking for help with your tie?” said Hermione. Fred laughed “Me?!” he said in mock surprise. “Yes you!!” said Hermione shaking her finger at him. “YOU found me on my way down the stairs and” she used fingers quotes “asked for help with your tie.” “AANNDDD??” Fred asked wagging his eyebrows, traces of a faint smirk slowly crept onto his face. “Well mmm, I uh you, I mean I or should I say we” Hermione stammered. His smirk was fully visible now “YOU kissed me” he finished. “Exactly! Wait what?! No, WE” said Hermione moving her finger back and forth quickly, “WE kissed each other” she finished hurriedly as she slowly blushed. “We sure did” said Fred smiling smugly and Hermione rolled her eyes. “Plus” Fred added “if I remember correctly, you liked helping me” he finished with a wink. Hermione blushed harder.

“Well you’re right” she said rolling her eyes as she smiled “it’s been a while”. Hermione felt him staring at her but she couldn’t look at him, at least no yet. The cheeky git always made her nervous, and they’re previous back and forth episode had, as much as she hated to admit it, left her completely flustered. They were watching the others play quidditch when Fred cleared his throat “I know we never got a chance to discuss what this” he said seriously as he slowly moved his finger back and forth between them “Was. But mm, during the war, whenever Lee, George and I were on the radio, I tried my best to send YOU messages. Like mmm”, he cleared his throat as he rubbed his neck, “mm yeah, telling you to stay safe and of course telling you I loved you”. Hermione’s heart was pounding. “Yeah George would yell at me saying it wasn’t wise and that I could potentially be putting you in danger but I just had to tell mm yeah, I had to tell I loved you. In case”, his voice was almost a whisper, “in case you know, I never saw you again”. Fred quickly wiped his eyes and cleared his throat once more, “Did you hear them?” Her heart was pounding so loud, she felt it could have been heard all throughout England. “You said you loved me?” Hermione asked quietly. This was obviously some sort of misunderstanding. But all it took was one look at Fred to realize it wasn’t a misunderstanding, he’d meant what he’d said. Fred nodded nervously biting his lip “I also asked you to stay safe” he finished with a weak smile. He looked at her once more before turning his attention back to the game.

Hermione was lost in her thoughts again. Her mind took her back to those days she’d spent in the forest listening to Potterwatch with Ron and Harry. She was feeling butterflies again as she remembered an evening where Harry and Ron had been so confused by a message they’d heard on the radio. “What the hell was that?!” Ron had hissed, “that was a bloody waste on time”. He’d been clearly irritated. “I don’t know Ron”, Harry had said, “I’m sure that message meant a lot to whoever it was for”. Hermione looked at the two of them as tears fell from her eyes. She didn’t know who that message was for but it was beautiful. And in that moment all Hermione hoped was that those lover would one day be together again. “Penny for your thoughts” said Fred bringing Hermione back to reality. His eyes were closed as he looked up at the sky. “You know”, Fred said, “I’ve always liked the way the sun feels on your skin. I don’t know why but it always makes me feel happy”. Hermione smiled at his words and was glad Fred wasn’t looking at her.

She was nervous, extremely nervous. And no matter how many deep breaths she took, it didn’t seem like she was able to calm down. Hermione took one deep breath, cleared her voice and spoke. “Darling, though it was brief”, she said shakily as Fred snapped down to look at her. She took a deep breath to try and calm herself but it was useless. Hermione cleared her throat again and began “Darling, though it was brief, know you’re the reason I get up wanting new adventures. The good, the bad, I’ll take it all just to be with you, in this life and the next. Stay safe.” Fred looked at her anxiously as he took a deep shaky breath. Hermione stared at him, her heart beating so and loud she was certain he heard it. “Oi! Can you two stop looking at each other like that!”, Ron said, “It’s disgusting!” “Don’t take your frustrations out on them Ronniekins. You’ve got a game to lose, come on now” George said as he winked at Fred and Hermione. “I heard your messages. I mean I didn’t know they were for me but I heard them. And they, mm well, they were beautiful”. A huge smile spread over Fred’s face. He then cleared his throat, “Good, good, I uh, I mean good. I’m, I’m uh...I’m glad you heard them and mmm, I’m glad you liked them” he stammered and sighed in relief.

They were silent again, watching the others play quidditch. Fred laughed. He looked weak, and a little pale but happy, very happy. “Get him Gin!” he yelled, “Don’t let him score!!” Hermione was still trying to wrap her head around what Fred had just said. He was in love with her, but how? More importantly when had that happened. Hermione took a deep breath and cleared her throat “So” she croaked as Fred turned to look at her. Hermione was determined to keep going, so she took a deep breath and continued “so, when did you know you loved, I mean liked” she saw Fred smirk but ignored him and continued “when did you know you liked me” she finished. “Weeeellll....” said Fred, that lopsided smile back on his face, “we were on the Hogwarts Express. George, Lee and I had our own compartment as we like we always did. You know this one time Alicia and Angelina came into our compartment and Lee got so nervous he started rambling for what seemed like hours until they left” Fred smiled at the memory. “Wait where was I, oh yeah...I got distracted, sorry” he said embarrassed “ANYWAY as I was saying George, Lee and myself were about to change into our school robes when our compartment door slid open”, Fred smiled fondly at the memory. “She had big brown eyes and dark brown hair. The girl looked us up and disapprovingly then tutted, ‘Have you all seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost it’”. Fred’s smile got bigger even though he was talking to Hermione she quickly realized that he was completely lost in his memory of that day. “We told her no”, he continued, “then she scolded us for not being dressed in our robes” Fred chuckled. He turned to look at Hermione and said “I remember looking at George and saying ‘That one is going to get us in trouble Georgie. We best keep an eye on her’”. Fred laughed softly as he looked at her, “You know George had a smile on his face when I said that, and he rolled his eyes at me just like you did right now”.

Hermione chuckled, “So that’s when you loved me?” “NoPe!” Fred said, putting emphasis on the p. “That’s when I knew I LIKED you” he said as he wagged his eyebrows. A wolfish grin appeared on his face as he continued “I knew I loved you the night of the Yule Ball...” He smiled at the memory “I was tired so I left Angelina dancing with George at the ball. That’s when I saw you crying on the stairs. I had no idea why you were crying but at that moment I knew I had to make you smile.” Hermione chuckled, “Oh yeah?” “Yeah”, he said as he confidently shrugged. “And well yeah, that’s when I asked you to not move. Then I raced to the kitchen and took a few snacks then asked you to follow me. I figured the astronomy tower would be empty and you’d feel a lot more comfortable telling me what happened there”. Fred sighed as he continued, “we talked until the sun rose. That’s when you looked at me and said ‘Thank you Fred, I had a wonderful time’ and then kissed me on the cheek.” He was smiling as he put a hand on his cheek, “That was the best day ever because that was the day I fell in love with you.” the rules!’ and well hearing that, seeing that” that wide grin still on his face “hearing you say that, well that’s when I fell in love with you” he finished with a deep sigh.

“Sooooo”, Fred said “What about you?” “What about me” said Hermione quietly as Fred rolled his eyes. He seemed a bit shy, which was very uncommon for him, but he was determined to ask her. “When did you know you know? That well, mm you know” he finished flustered. Hermione smirked, “My second year. We were out by the quidditch pitch, when the Slytherins came out. Draco had just called me a Mudblood”, she said absentmindedly holding her arm and smiling, “You and George tried to pounce on him but were held back”. Fred looked amused, “Really? That’s when you knew?”. Hermione rolled her eyes and started laughing. Her laugh was contagious as he soon found himself laughing with her as well. “Okay, okay to be fair”, Hermione choked through her laugh, “You were the first person to ever stand up for me. I can’t really explain it, you made me feel special.” Fred stared at her, a gentle smile on his face, “Well Granger I can’t say I blame you. I have it on good authority that I look irresistible doing just about anything”. He wagged his eyebrows making Hermione blush slightly as she smiled.

“Anyway”, she said, “That’s when I knew I liked you. I knew I LOVED you about a month ago”. The smile was gone from Hermione’s face. She took a deep breath, “I remember seeing that wall fall on you”, but she found herself unable to continue as tears started to fall down her cheeks. Hermione took a deep breath trying to calm herself but she ended up lowering her head as she cried harder. For the first time in his life, Fred did not know what to do. Seeing Hermione so hurt and in tears was pained his soul. He longed to hold her, comfort her, reassure her that everything was okay but when he tried to move closer to her Fred’s body refused to listen to him. Instead it ached and left him momentarily dizzy after that small, unsuccessful bit of physical exertion. Fred chided himself mentally and did the next best thing he could think of, he’d hold her hand. Hermione looked up when she felt Fred’s hand on hers, she felt a warm feeling in her chest as he rubbed her knuckles with his thumb. The warm smile, encouraging smile on Fred’s face helped Hermione say everything she’d she’d been feeling these last couple of weeks. “I'm worried Freddie”, she said between sobs, “I am worried that I’m dreaming”. Fred took in a shaky breath and rubbed her knuckles with her thumb. “I'm terrified that this isn’t real. And that I will just wake up at any moment and you will go away”, but before she could continue Fred’s lips were on hers. Hermione’s mouth eagerly molded to Fred’s as he slipped his tongue in her and they became one. As they broke for air, Fred placed a kiss on her forehead and looked deeply into her eyes. “Those were a lot of words”, he said with a soft chuckle. He gave Hermione a chaste kiss on the lips and said gruffly, “This is real darling, I’m real. Trust me, you can’t get rid of me so easily “. Hermione gave him a teary smile, “I can’t lose you Fred. Life without you would just not make sense. It would be sad, boring and flat out miserable”, she finished with a sob. Fred cleared his throat gruffly and winced as he lifted his arm to put it around Hermione. She felt butterflies again as she snuggled closer to him resting her head on his chest. “I like you and I love you Fred Weasley”, Hermione said instantly smiling as the words came out of her for the first time. Hermione looked up and saw Fred looking at her, a huge lopsided smile lit up his face. “I like you and I love you too Hermione Granger”, he said as he kissed her again.

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