Under the Mistletoe, Fred/Hermione, G
TITLE: Under the Mistletoe
AUTHOR: Myself
DISCLAIMER: JKR owns all HP
PAIRING: Fred/Hermione, mention of Hermione/Blaise
RATING: G
NOTES: My Christmas gift to you all! I'm pretty sure this will just be a oneshot. However, I can be persuaded otherwise...
It was Christmas at the Burrow, and Harry and Hermione had come to spend the holiday with the Weasleys. This, Hermione now thought, was her first mistake. The second was staring her in the face.
“In my defense, you kissed me,” Fred pointed out from the doorway of Ginny’s room.
“Yes, but I was drunk,” Hermione retorted as she applied lipstick in the mirror over Ginny’s bureau.
“Since when do you wear that stuff, anyway?” Fred added. “You never liked it.”
“How would you know what I like and don’t like, Weasley?”
“Because, Granger, you scoffed whenever you saw any girl at Hogwarts wearing it.”
“I was a teenager. Now I’m twenty-two. People change. Maybe I like wearing it now.”
“Maybe,” Fred nodded, “or maybe you’re wearing it because Zabini likes it. And doing things just because other people want you to is never a good reason.”
“What are you really trying to say?” Hermione asked, turning to face him.
“I’m just trying to say you should be true to yourself. Follow your heart.” Fred shrugged, folding his arms and leaning against the doorframe.
“That’s bollocks,” she said calmly. “You believe that rumour, don’t you? That I’m only with Blaise because he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Because that is absolute tripe. Lavender’s just jealous. ”
“Maybe it is a rumour, but I certainly haven’t heard any compelling evidence discounting it,” Fred remarked.
“You know, I don’t need to prove anything to anyone, especially not you,” she retorted.
“On the contrary- since you kissed me last night, I’d say you have a lot to prove. Starting with how strong your feelings for Zabini actually are.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a green sprig.
“What’s that?” Hermione asked suspiciously.
“Mistletoe.” He reached up and pressed it against the doorframe, where it stuck. “If you really only kissed me because you were drunk, you can walk under this without a problem. If not-”
“Don’t bother. I guarantee you there won’t be a problem,” Hermione said confidently. Fred stepped back into the hallway and she walked forward through the doorway-and froze. She tried to go backward, but she couldn’t move. “Fred, what in Merlin’s name-”
“Still don’t think you need to hear the next part? Why don’t I just tell you?” He smirked at her. “If you kissed me for another reason-let’s say, you find me irresistibly attractive- then the mistletoe holds you fast until the person who put it up chooses to release you. It’s a Love Truth Detector. The latest and greatest from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Only the person you really have feelings for will be able to release you. Now, let’s see…who could it be?” He tapped his chin, ignoring Hermione’s furious glare. “Maybe you still have feelings for my dear little brother? Or perhaps you’ve nursed a long-standing crush on The Boy Who Lived? Well, as they’re occupied downstairs, and I’m the only man around, I’ll just have to do the noble thing and see if I can release you.”
He stepped forward under the mistletoe, smiling down at her. Hermione glared back at fiercely as she could, trying to ignore the pounding of her heart. She tried to move, but to no avail- she couldn’t shift so much as an inch in either direction. He tucked a strand of her hair back behind her ear, then bent down and kissed her softly. Abruptly she felt her body tingle, then relax, and she stumbled forward out of the doorway and into Fred. He caught her, grinning even wider.
“Merry Christmas, Hermione,” he whispered. She stared back at him, feeling her body still tingling, not sure whether it was the effect of the spell releasing her, or his kiss. Downstairs the door opened and they instinctively looked toward head of the stairs. Mrs. Weasley’s voice drifted up to them- “Hello, Blaise! Hermione passed along our invitation, I see- you’re just in time! We were about to put Christmas dinner on the table!” Then, the indistinct rumble of his voice in reply, and Mrs. Weasley’s laughter.
“He’s here,” Fred murmured in Hermione’s ear, his breath on her neck sending a shiver down her spine. “You’d better go say hello, Granger. See if he likes that new shade of lipstick.”
Slowly she stepped back, pulling out her wand and looking him square in the face. His eyebrows raised, but she only conjured a handkerchief out of the air. “You know, Weasley,” she replied contemplatively, wiping the cloth across her lips and removing all the lipstick with it, “I don’t think I care whether he likes it or not.”
With that, she dropped the handkerchief at his feet and walked off down the hallway toward the stairs, smiling as she heard him chuckle softly behind her.
AUTHOR: Myself
DISCLAIMER: JKR owns all HP
PAIRING: Fred/Hermione, mention of Hermione/Blaise
RATING: G
NOTES: My Christmas gift to you all! I'm pretty sure this will just be a oneshot. However, I can be persuaded otherwise...
It was Christmas at the Burrow, and Harry and Hermione had come to spend the holiday with the Weasleys. This, Hermione now thought, was her first mistake. The second was staring her in the face.
“In my defense, you kissed me,” Fred pointed out from the doorway of Ginny’s room.
“Yes, but I was drunk,” Hermione retorted as she applied lipstick in the mirror over Ginny’s bureau.
“Since when do you wear that stuff, anyway?” Fred added. “You never liked it.”
“How would you know what I like and don’t like, Weasley?”
“Because, Granger, you scoffed whenever you saw any girl at Hogwarts wearing it.”
“I was a teenager. Now I’m twenty-two. People change. Maybe I like wearing it now.”
“Maybe,” Fred nodded, “or maybe you’re wearing it because Zabini likes it. And doing things just because other people want you to is never a good reason.”
“What are you really trying to say?” Hermione asked, turning to face him.
“I’m just trying to say you should be true to yourself. Follow your heart.” Fred shrugged, folding his arms and leaning against the doorframe.
“That’s bollocks,” she said calmly. “You believe that rumour, don’t you? That I’m only with Blaise because he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Because that is absolute tripe. Lavender’s just jealous. ”
“Maybe it is a rumour, but I certainly haven’t heard any compelling evidence discounting it,” Fred remarked.
“You know, I don’t need to prove anything to anyone, especially not you,” she retorted.
“On the contrary- since you kissed me last night, I’d say you have a lot to prove. Starting with how strong your feelings for Zabini actually are.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a green sprig.
“What’s that?” Hermione asked suspiciously.
“Mistletoe.” He reached up and pressed it against the doorframe, where it stuck. “If you really only kissed me because you were drunk, you can walk under this without a problem. If not-”
“Don’t bother. I guarantee you there won’t be a problem,” Hermione said confidently. Fred stepped back into the hallway and she walked forward through the doorway-and froze. She tried to go backward, but she couldn’t move. “Fred, what in Merlin’s name-”
“Still don’t think you need to hear the next part? Why don’t I just tell you?” He smirked at her. “If you kissed me for another reason-let’s say, you find me irresistibly attractive- then the mistletoe holds you fast until the person who put it up chooses to release you. It’s a Love Truth Detector. The latest and greatest from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Only the person you really have feelings for will be able to release you. Now, let’s see…who could it be?” He tapped his chin, ignoring Hermione’s furious glare. “Maybe you still have feelings for my dear little brother? Or perhaps you’ve nursed a long-standing crush on The Boy Who Lived? Well, as they’re occupied downstairs, and I’m the only man around, I’ll just have to do the noble thing and see if I can release you.”
He stepped forward under the mistletoe, smiling down at her. Hermione glared back at fiercely as she could, trying to ignore the pounding of her heart. She tried to move, but to no avail- she couldn’t shift so much as an inch in either direction. He tucked a strand of her hair back behind her ear, then bent down and kissed her softly. Abruptly she felt her body tingle, then relax, and she stumbled forward out of the doorway and into Fred. He caught her, grinning even wider.
“Merry Christmas, Hermione,” he whispered. She stared back at him, feeling her body still tingling, not sure whether it was the effect of the spell releasing her, or his kiss. Downstairs the door opened and they instinctively looked toward head of the stairs. Mrs. Weasley’s voice drifted up to them- “Hello, Blaise! Hermione passed along our invitation, I see- you’re just in time! We were about to put Christmas dinner on the table!” Then, the indistinct rumble of his voice in reply, and Mrs. Weasley’s laughter.
“He’s here,” Fred murmured in Hermione’s ear, his breath on her neck sending a shiver down her spine. “You’d better go say hello, Granger. See if he likes that new shade of lipstick.”
Slowly she stepped back, pulling out her wand and looking him square in the face. His eyebrows raised, but she only conjured a handkerchief out of the air. “You know, Weasley,” she replied contemplatively, wiping the cloth across her lips and removing all the lipstick with it, “I don’t think I care whether he likes it or not.”
With that, she dropped the handkerchief at his feet and walked off down the hallway toward the stairs, smiling as she heard him chuckle softly behind her.