Harry Potter: Five Times Hermione Granger Was Surprised By Fred Weasley
Title: Five Times Hermione Granger Was Surprised By Fred Weasley
Author: papered
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Fred/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 852
Summary: "Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole." - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Notes: Written for waveless for Christmas 2007. ♥
1.
Fred Weasley cackled loudly as the effects of the prank became obvious.
Hermione Granger jumped up in her seat as suddenly, she morphed into a bright pink flamingo. Around her, her classmates were changing into similar animals, professors included.
“You look rather dashing there, Professor Dumbledore!” George called out as he grinned at the Headmaster, who’d taken on the form of a great gray owl.
A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall recovered from the effects and came storming down from the Head Table.
Hermione sighed.
2.
“Why don’t you two ever give it a rest?” Hermione turned her glare to the twins, exasperated by their antics.
They had the audacity to grin at her. Identical, gleeful grins.
“That’s an easy one, isn’t it, brother of mine?”
“Of course it is, old Gred. First of all -“
“- it’s a lot of fun. And keeps life interesting. But that’s not all!”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course not. Amaze me.”
“These are war times, Hermione. With all the people dying everyday, everyone needs some laughter in their lives. And we’re providing that.” Fred’s eyes were suddenly more solemn.
She felt an eyebrow go up in surprise. “And this is how you choose to go about it?”
“As long as it’s not permanently damaging, it’s all in good fun.” George grinned at her, lightening the mood. “You’ll notice that none of our products last more than forty-eight hours, and we don’t just target one certain group of people either. That way, everyone can laugh at each other.”
“But don’t you go telling anyone, ‘Mione dear.” Fred chortled. “Mustn’t let anyone suspect that we’re more than mindless idiots.”
And with that, the two of them were off, cackling gleefully.
Hermione had thought the twins were two perfect examples of people who aged physically but not at all mentally. But hearing what they’d said - it unexpectedly made a lot of sense to her. People had family members and friends dying each day. Who knew much longer each of them had left to laugh?
Perhaps she’d been wrong about the twins after all.
But then again, she thought, hearing the loud bang go off at the Ravenclaw table, maybe not.
3.
“Happy Valentines Day!”
Hermione looked suspiciously at the bouquet of roses Fred was holding out in front of him. “And what’s going to happen when I take that? Turn into a snail?”
“No no, of course not! Would I do that to you, my dear Miss Granger?”
The look she gave him said that yes, he very well would.
“Well, okay. I might,” he relented. “But I wouldn’t. Not on Valentines Day.”
Hermione pointedly stared at the Gryffindor down the hall who had been foolish enough to accept something from the twins, and was currently turning all colours of the rainbow.
“All right, all right, I get your point. But I haven’t. Not this time. Besides, I’m holding the flowers now. If it’s going to go off, it would have gone off on me already, wouldn’t it?”
He had a point. Maybe. She still didn’t trust the bouquet, but it wouldn’t hurt to just accept it, would it?
“If something happens to me, I’ll turn you into a turtle for a week,” she threatened, making sure he knew she was absolutely serious before reaching for the flowers.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” A grin.
She grabbed the bouquet, holding it out as far away from her as possible as she walked up to her dorm. There, seeing that the flowers still hadn’t exploded or whatever it is she’d expected them to do, she sighed.
How had Fred known what her favourite flowers were?
Tentatively, she brought the bouquet closer to her face and took a deep breath.
And the scent of roses filled the air.
4.
“Oi, Hermione!”
She raised an inquiring eyebrow.
“Want to come to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?” Fred grinned at her.
She stared at him like he was from another planet. Of all the things she’d expected him to ask, this was the last.
Before she could think of a coherent response, he’d continued.
“No joke, promise. I’ll take you to dinner at The Three Broomsticks. And we can go to Flourish and Blotts earlier. If you want.”
Her protest died on her lips when she saw his earnest expression. And put that way, what could she do but agree?
5.
Fred had been acting serious and generally unlike himself all week.
She’d been growing steadily more worried, wanting to know what was wrong. But every time she asked, he always managed to avoid her questions.
She didn’t find out what was going on until the redhead suddenly dropped to his knees in front of her in the Gryffindor Common Room on New Years Eve, a royal blue box in his hand. Nestled inside was a silver ring, its jewel reflecting in the firelight.
Sapphire. Her birthstone.
It felt like she was dreaming, until a comforting weight was on her fourth finger and she was swept off her feet and thoroughly kissed amidst the cheering of the Gryffindors around her.
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Author: papered
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Fred/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 852
Summary: "Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole." - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Notes: Written for waveless for Christmas 2007. ♥
1.
Fred Weasley cackled loudly as the effects of the prank became obvious.
Hermione Granger jumped up in her seat as suddenly, she morphed into a bright pink flamingo. Around her, her classmates were changing into similar animals, professors included.
“You look rather dashing there, Professor Dumbledore!” George called out as he grinned at the Headmaster, who’d taken on the form of a great gray owl.
A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall recovered from the effects and came storming down from the Head Table.
Hermione sighed.
2.
“Why don’t you two ever give it a rest?” Hermione turned her glare to the twins, exasperated by their antics.
They had the audacity to grin at her. Identical, gleeful grins.
“That’s an easy one, isn’t it, brother of mine?”
“Of course it is, old Gred. First of all -“
“- it’s a lot of fun. And keeps life interesting. But that’s not all!”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course not. Amaze me.”
“These are war times, Hermione. With all the people dying everyday, everyone needs some laughter in their lives. And we’re providing that.” Fred’s eyes were suddenly more solemn.
She felt an eyebrow go up in surprise. “And this is how you choose to go about it?”
“As long as it’s not permanently damaging, it’s all in good fun.” George grinned at her, lightening the mood. “You’ll notice that none of our products last more than forty-eight hours, and we don’t just target one certain group of people either. That way, everyone can laugh at each other.”
“But don’t you go telling anyone, ‘Mione dear.” Fred chortled. “Mustn’t let anyone suspect that we’re more than mindless idiots.”
And with that, the two of them were off, cackling gleefully.
Hermione had thought the twins were two perfect examples of people who aged physically but not at all mentally. But hearing what they’d said - it unexpectedly made a lot of sense to her. People had family members and friends dying each day. Who knew much longer each of them had left to laugh?
Perhaps she’d been wrong about the twins after all.
But then again, she thought, hearing the loud bang go off at the Ravenclaw table, maybe not.
3.
“Happy Valentines Day!”
Hermione looked suspiciously at the bouquet of roses Fred was holding out in front of him. “And what’s going to happen when I take that? Turn into a snail?”
“No no, of course not! Would I do that to you, my dear Miss Granger?”
The look she gave him said that yes, he very well would.
“Well, okay. I might,” he relented. “But I wouldn’t. Not on Valentines Day.”
Hermione pointedly stared at the Gryffindor down the hall who had been foolish enough to accept something from the twins, and was currently turning all colours of the rainbow.
“All right, all right, I get your point. But I haven’t. Not this time. Besides, I’m holding the flowers now. If it’s going to go off, it would have gone off on me already, wouldn’t it?”
He had a point. Maybe. She still didn’t trust the bouquet, but it wouldn’t hurt to just accept it, would it?
“If something happens to me, I’ll turn you into a turtle for a week,” she threatened, making sure he knew she was absolutely serious before reaching for the flowers.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” A grin.
She grabbed the bouquet, holding it out as far away from her as possible as she walked up to her dorm. There, seeing that the flowers still hadn’t exploded or whatever it is she’d expected them to do, she sighed.
How had Fred known what her favourite flowers were?
Tentatively, she brought the bouquet closer to her face and took a deep breath.
And the scent of roses filled the air.
4.
“Oi, Hermione!”
She raised an inquiring eyebrow.
“Want to come to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?” Fred grinned at her.
She stared at him like he was from another planet. Of all the things she’d expected him to ask, this was the last.
Before she could think of a coherent response, he’d continued.
“No joke, promise. I’ll take you to dinner at The Three Broomsticks. And we can go to Flourish and Blotts earlier. If you want.”
Her protest died on her lips when she saw his earnest expression. And put that way, what could she do but agree?
5.
Fred had been acting serious and generally unlike himself all week.
She’d been growing steadily more worried, wanting to know what was wrong. But every time she asked, he always managed to avoid her questions.
She didn’t find out what was going on until the redhead suddenly dropped to his knees in front of her in the Gryffindor Common Room on New Years Eve, a royal blue box in his hand. Nestled inside was a silver ring, its jewel reflecting in the firelight.
Sapphire. Her birthstone.
It felt like she was dreaming, until a comforting weight was on her fourth finger and she was swept off her feet and thoroughly kissed amidst the cheering of the Gryffindors around her.
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