Very delayed pick up for kinky_kneazle
As title says this is a very delayed pick up for the lovely kinky_kneazle who requested something Fred/Hermione related in a meme i posted so without future ado I shall ask you to follow the cut to a little drabble
Did you ever wonder??
Hermione released a sigh as she glanced at the clock beside her. It was now half past one in the morning and she had laid in bed for the last three hours listening to Ron’s snoring. Knowing that nothing would wake her fiancée from his sleep she decided to make her way down to the kitchen of the Burrow to fix herself a drink. She was not expecting to find her future brother-in-law perched at the table when she entered.
“Couldn’t sleep either huh?” Fred’s voice startled her.
She managed to turn her scream into more of a squeak just before Hermione turned on him, “Merlin’s Beard, Fred! You almost gave me a heart attack....and no I could not. You would think after sharing a bed with Ronald for the last few months I would be used to the snoring but it still keeps me up at night”
Fred chuckled as he went over to the fridge. “Trust me I have been sharing a room with George since we were babies and I’m still not used to the snoring. What can I get you to drink?”
“Oh juice will be fine, thanks.”
Hermione gave him a curt smile then began reading the parchment that she had left on the table hours earlier. She glanced up when Fred sat opposite and placed the glass of pumpkin juice in front of her.
“Wedding plans?” Fred asked motioning to the parchment.
“That they would be, not that I know why I’m bothering. Your mother seems to have it all under control.” She gave a smile to illustrate that she had been joking. To her surprise Fred stood from his seat, moved to sit next to her and then took her hand in his own.
“I understand. Mum has always been the best at getting everything in order for large event, it comes with the territory of being the mother of Weasley’s. A trait I’m sure you will master once you and Ron have children of you own.”
Although he tried to hide it Hermione saw the pain on his face when he spoke those last words.
“What’s wrong Fred, are you not keen on the idea of becoming an uncle?” She had begun to laugh only to stop herself when she noticed there was not even a sign of a smirk on Fred’s face. “Fred, speak to me, what’s the matter?”
He hesitated before finally speaking and looked directly into Hermione’s eyes. “It’s just, did you ever wonder what might have been if you had ended up with someone else?”
The question was not what Hermione had expected and she felt taken aback. “I....well...er...”
Before she had been given a chance to reply Fred leaned in and kissed her. To her surprise, she kissed him back, although only for a moment before he pulled away. He stood up again and made his way back to bed.
“Fred wait...”
He stopped in the doorway, turned and smiled, “Good night Hermione, try get some sleep you have a busy day of planning with mum tomorrow.”
Once he was out of sight Hermione sat staring at the empty doorway. “Yes, Fred I have wondered, now more than ever...”
Did you ever wonder??
Hermione released a sigh as she glanced at the clock beside her. It was now half past one in the morning and she had laid in bed for the last three hours listening to Ron’s snoring. Knowing that nothing would wake her fiancée from his sleep she decided to make her way down to the kitchen of the Burrow to fix herself a drink. She was not expecting to find her future brother-in-law perched at the table when she entered.
“Couldn’t sleep either huh?” Fred’s voice startled her.
She managed to turn her scream into more of a squeak just before Hermione turned on him, “Merlin’s Beard, Fred! You almost gave me a heart attack....and no I could not. You would think after sharing a bed with Ronald for the last few months I would be used to the snoring but it still keeps me up at night”
Fred chuckled as he went over to the fridge. “Trust me I have been sharing a room with George since we were babies and I’m still not used to the snoring. What can I get you to drink?”
“Oh juice will be fine, thanks.”
Hermione gave him a curt smile then began reading the parchment that she had left on the table hours earlier. She glanced up when Fred sat opposite and placed the glass of pumpkin juice in front of her.
“Wedding plans?” Fred asked motioning to the parchment.
“That they would be, not that I know why I’m bothering. Your mother seems to have it all under control.” She gave a smile to illustrate that she had been joking. To her surprise Fred stood from his seat, moved to sit next to her and then took her hand in his own.
“I understand. Mum has always been the best at getting everything in order for large event, it comes with the territory of being the mother of Weasley’s. A trait I’m sure you will master once you and Ron have children of you own.”
Although he tried to hide it Hermione saw the pain on his face when he spoke those last words.
“What’s wrong Fred, are you not keen on the idea of becoming an uncle?” She had begun to laugh only to stop herself when she noticed there was not even a sign of a smirk on Fred’s face. “Fred, speak to me, what’s the matter?”
He hesitated before finally speaking and looked directly into Hermione’s eyes. “It’s just, did you ever wonder what might have been if you had ended up with someone else?”
The question was not what Hermione had expected and she felt taken aback. “I....well...er...”
Before she had been given a chance to reply Fred leaned in and kissed her. To her surprise, she kissed him back, although only for a moment before he pulled away. He stood up again and made his way back to bed.
“Fred wait...”
He stopped in the doorway, turned and smiled, “Good night Hermione, try get some sleep you have a busy day of planning with mum tomorrow.”
Once he was out of sight Hermione sat staring at the empty doorway. “Yes, Fred I have wondered, now more than ever...”