Author: AsterLea PM
Drabble/oneshot series about Fred and Hermione, one for each month of the year. Written for the "Twelve Months of Love" challenge at HPFC.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Fred W. & Hermione G. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 4,432 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 09-13-11 - Published: 08-13-11 - id: 7283106
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A/N: Written for astronauts' "Twelve Months of Love" challenge at HPFC. Drabble series about Fred and Hermione.
Setting: GoF, eventually OoTP
Prompts used: "Fidelity" by Regina Spektor, 2am, "What on earth?"
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series and all of its characters belong to J. K. Rowling. "Fidelity" belongs to Regina Spektor. (I would recommend giving it a listen before you read this chapter. It'll help!)
"Fred! What on earth are you doing here?" Hermione was so startled she nearly fell off the windowsill.
"Better question is, what on earth are you doing in the common room at 2:00 a.m.?"
"Couldn't sleep," she mumbled, turning to watch the snow fall outside.
"Something wrong?" he asked, leaning against the window. "Wanna talk about it?"
"No, nothing's wrong. It's...it's really stupid."
"Can't be much stupider than the reason why I'm awake at this hour. You go first."
"Okay," she sighed. "You know that song McGonagall played for us when she was teaching us how to dance for the Yule Ball?"
"Regretfully, but yes."
"It's been stuck in my head all night. I can't sleep because it keeps playing over and over again! And I've got a huge Charms exam tomorrow and I need my sleep because if I don't sleep I won't be able to concentrate and then I'll—"
Fred placed a hand over Hermione's mouth. Although his hand was calloused and rough from Quidditch, its warmth radiated through her body, relieving her of the bitter January draft that leaked through the window. "Shh. It's okay. I know exactly how you feel."
Hermione batted his hand away. "Sure you do."
"Honest! That's why I'm here. I've got this dumb Muggle song stuck in my head that my dad played over Christmas break."
"I dunno. All I know is it's a lady singer. I don't even know what the song's called, or any of the words. Okay, one word."
"How does it go?"
"Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah aaaa-aaaaah," he sang in a creaky falsetto, his head bouncing in time with the rhythm.
Hermione snorted back a laugh. "I'm sorry, but...that's really how it goes?"
"Yes! Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah aaaa-aaaaah!"
Maybe it was because she was loopy from lack of sleep, but Hermione began to laugh so hard that she held on to the wall to balance herself. "That's—that's the silliest song I've ever heard!"
"And it's driving me mad!" Fred held Hermione by the shoulders. "You try going to sleep with that 'ah, ah-ah-ah' playing through your brain all night!"
Hearing Fred sing in that high of a register again made her laugh even harder. She gasped and squeaked for air, tears streaming down her face.
"Settle down, silly," Fred laughed, putting an arm around Hermione's shoulders. "You're gonna wake all of Hogwarts."
Hermione turned her face into his chest. Fred could feel her muffled laughter reverberating through him. He put his other arm around her and watched the falling snow, happy he got her mind off the Charms exam.
(Yes, I realize that time-travel to a music store in the late 2000's on Arthur's part would only be logical for Fred to know that song.)
No offense, Ms. Spektor, but that chorus really does sound silly. Especially if you imagine Fred Weasley singing it.