Harry Potter - George Weasley/Hermione Granger - 9/Clouds
TITLE: Getting High
AUTHOR: miss_bowtruckle
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: George Weasley/Hermione Granger, AU not-dead-Fred as a bonus.
GENRE: /General
PROMPT: 9/Clouds
RATING: Any
WORD COUNT: 423
SUMMARY: It's time to fly
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Set in the same universe as my 2009 hermionebigbang fic, Green.
DISCLAIMER: Anybody you recognize belongs to JKR or Warner Bros, and I’m making no money at all off any of it. Situations are likely mine. Enjoy.
"It's not like you've forgotten how to do it, right?"
"Nooo…" Fred looked doubtful.
"And what's the worst that could happen if it doesn't work?"
Fred sighed, looking at the broomstick in his hand. "The worst that could happen is that I'll have enough magic to get me high enough in the air so I break my neck when I fall."
George snorted, shaking his head. "I'm pretty sure I can prevent that."
"What, me getting that high?"
"No, you breaking your neck."
"Well, are you going, or not?" The twins looked around at the sound of Hermione's voice, finding her standing in the doorway of the Burrow's tiny kitchen, hands on her hips. "If you keep standing here talking about it, you're never going to know, but maybe that's what you want."
Fred scowled, giving her a look. "I want to fly."
"Well, you've not got the room in here…"
George chuckled, pushing open the door. "She's right, you know."
"Trust you to take her side."
~~~
The twins headed out into the field, Hermione close behind, and Fred hopped over the fence before stopping and looking at his broom.
"You haven't forgotten how to do it, right?" He gave the broomstick a little jiggle, then let it go. It hovered next to his thigh.
George could see the tail twigs vibrating expectantly, and he was actually a bit surprised that it was even hovering, given Fred's iffy magical ability, but he moved alongside his brother and swung a leg over his own broomstick. "Easy, now," he cautioned.
Fred nodded soberly, putting a hand over the broom, then closing his fingers around it and swinging a leg over. His trainers were still firmly on the ground, but he pushed with his toes and the broom rose. Only a few inches but Fred laughed delightedly as his feet left the grass.
"I'm doing it!"
George grinned and nudged his broom to an identical hover. "You are," he agreed, and moved forward a little. "Come on. Let's go."
Fred leaned forward, pulling his feet up, and the broom rose another foot, and he turned to find Hermione watching. He waved delightedly. "Look! I'm flying! I'm flying!"
Hermione waved back, smiling, then hugged herself, watching her boys flying, flying, higher into the air. She could have reached Fred's broomstick from flat-footed on the ground even at the high point of his flight, but it didn't dim her excitement in the least.
After nearly a year of recovery, Fred Weasley was in the air.
"I'm flying!"
AUTHOR: miss_bowtruckle
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: George Weasley/Hermione Granger, AU not-dead-Fred as a bonus.
GENRE: /General
PROMPT: 9/Clouds
RATING: Any
WORD COUNT: 423
SUMMARY: It's time to fly
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Set in the same universe as my 2009 hermionebigbang fic, Green.
DISCLAIMER: Anybody you recognize belongs to JKR or Warner Bros, and I’m making no money at all off any of it. Situations are likely mine. Enjoy.
"It's not like you've forgotten how to do it, right?"
"Nooo…" Fred looked doubtful.
"And what's the worst that could happen if it doesn't work?"
Fred sighed, looking at the broomstick in his hand. "The worst that could happen is that I'll have enough magic to get me high enough in the air so I break my neck when I fall."
George snorted, shaking his head. "I'm pretty sure I can prevent that."
"What, me getting that high?"
"No, you breaking your neck."
"Well, are you going, or not?" The twins looked around at the sound of Hermione's voice, finding her standing in the doorway of the Burrow's tiny kitchen, hands on her hips. "If you keep standing here talking about it, you're never going to know, but maybe that's what you want."
Fred scowled, giving her a look. "I want to fly."
"Well, you've not got the room in here…"
George chuckled, pushing open the door. "She's right, you know."
"Trust you to take her side."
~~~
The twins headed out into the field, Hermione close behind, and Fred hopped over the fence before stopping and looking at his broom.
"You haven't forgotten how to do it, right?" He gave the broomstick a little jiggle, then let it go. It hovered next to his thigh.
George could see the tail twigs vibrating expectantly, and he was actually a bit surprised that it was even hovering, given Fred's iffy magical ability, but he moved alongside his brother and swung a leg over his own broomstick. "Easy, now," he cautioned.
Fred nodded soberly, putting a hand over the broom, then closing his fingers around it and swinging a leg over. His trainers were still firmly on the ground, but he pushed with his toes and the broom rose. Only a few inches but Fred laughed delightedly as his feet left the grass.
"I'm doing it!"
George grinned and nudged his broom to an identical hover. "You are," he agreed, and moved forward a little. "Come on. Let's go."
Fred leaned forward, pulling his feet up, and the broom rose another foot, and he turned to find Hermione watching. He waved delightedly. "Look! I'm flying! I'm flying!"
Hermione waved back, smiling, then hugged herself, watching her boys flying, flying, higher into the air. She could have reached Fred's broomstick from flat-footed on the ground even at the high point of his flight, but it didn't dim her excitement in the least.
After nearly a year of recovery, Fred Weasley was in the air.
"I'm flying!"