A/N: Ok, this is taking over my previous FW/HG fic. Enjoy!

Summary: What if Fred and George had been allowed to enter their names in the Triwizard Tournament? How would these events have gone down? Fred/Hermione.


The Other Way

Chapter 1: No One Under 16

As Barty Crouch stood up on the podium in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, all eyes fell on him.

"As a measure of safety, the Ministry has decided that no one under the age of sixteen shall be allowed to enter the tournament." His words echoed around the Hall.

Everyone fifteen and below, even first years, booed.

"WHAT'RE YOU ON ABOUT?" Ron Weasley shouted. He turned to Harry Potter and said, "Hey, mate, you could've entered and won that eternal glory easily! And same with Hermione, here. You know enough spells to do anything!"

Hermione gave a halfhearted grin, but her attention was more focused on two twins.

Fred and George Weasley were smiling broadly, laughing at all the students younger than them.

"Yeah, that's right, we, Gred and Forge, can enter and you sods can't!" Fred said loudly, over the voices of everyone else.

A second year looked as if he could cry at this comment.

"Fred-George-whoever you are, don't tease them!" Hermione said. Ginny nodded in agreement and comforted the little boy.

"Aw, come on, Granger. It's not that big of deal," George complained.

The hall grew silent as soon as Dumbledore brought out the Goblet of Fire.

"Anyone who wishes to enter should put their name into the Goblet of Fire. As of now, the Tournament has officially begun."

And though he didn't know it, a nightmare of a school year had begun for Fred Weasley.


That night, the Weasley twins walked proudly into the Great Hall, discussing which one of them would be selected champion.

"I'm obviously the braver one, I test all the joke shop stuff you make," Fred said.

"Oh, sure, I bet I'll get in, at least I've got the brain to think of everything that you test," George retorted.

"Honestly, do either of you seriously think you'll make it in?" Hermione's voice came from behind them. The boys turned and saw her, clutching a book and sitting at one of the tables.

"Of course we'll be selected. We're not just good looks, you know," Fred replied, flipping his red hair back and striking a pose.

"Oh, please. There are smarter and more talented people that I've seen put their names in the cup," Hermione said.

"Like who?"

Hermione looked thoughtful. "From what I've seen, Cedric Diggory and Angelina have a good chance."

George's eyes lit up at the mention of Angelina Johnson. "Angelina's entering? Hey, Fred, I don't think I want to enter anymore...don't want to ruin her chances...I'm going to go find her."

With that, George walked off.

Hermione shook her head. "Let me guess, he likes her."

Fred sat down next to Hermione and nodded. "Yeah, for a while he's had his eye on her. And frankly, I'm all for it. The sooner he shuts up about her, the better."

Hermione frowned. "But you're twins...don't you like it better when the two of you are together?" Hermione realized that, as a hormonal teenage boy, Fred might take the words she said and find another meaning, but he only sighed.

"Does everyone expect twins to be inseparable? I mean, I know that George and I are so alike it's scary, but sometimes he pisses me off to no extent."

"I'm sorry, I guess I just didn't think about that," Hermione apologized.

Fred got up and brushed imaginary dust off his pants. He gave her a lopsided smile and said, "I think you owe me for that mistake, Hermione. When I get picked as the Hogwarts Champion, you're my Yule Ball date." He sauntered off towards the Goblet of Fire, leaving Hermione confused.

Was Fred just flirting with me? Or was he just joking? She thought, watching as he walked up to the slightly rusted cup and tossed a piece of parchment in.

Hermione couldn't help but clap as he walked out of the hall.


"And now it is time for the Champions for each school to be revealed!" Dumbledore said, his voice booming around the Hall.

He touched the Goblet of Fire, his hand shaking, as though it made him nervous.

The flames glowed red and a single piece of burned parchment flew into his hands.

"The champion for Durmstrang is Viktor Krum!" he said, shaking Krum's hand as he walked through the screaming crowd.

Another paper shot out of the goblet and Dumbledore read it. "The Beauxbatons champion is Fleur Delacour!"

A pretty, blonde girl walked through the same door Krum went through, her hips swaying and boys whistling.

"And for the third and final champion, from Hogwarts we have Fred Weasley!" Dumbledore looked surprised himself as he read the paper.

A silence lasted for about two seconds before everyone cheered madly as Fred danced his way down the aisle. He shouted at Hermione, "Remember what I said!", before disappearing through the doorway.

"What did he say?" Ron asked.

Hermione looked down. "It's not important," she muttered.

She looked up as she realized that the silence in the hall was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"What's happening?" Harry asked, pointing at the cup. It was giving off a red light again, and another parchment zoomed out and fluttered to the ground. Dumbledore picked it up and read the name clearly.

"Harry Potter."

Harry stared. "Errr..."

He walked down the aisle, trying to zone out the calls of, "He's a cheat!"

Inside the chamber behind the doors, Fred was busy inching away from Fleur. He had figured out on his own that she was a Veela, and he didn't particularly want to become one of the many people obsessed with her already.

Harry walked through the door. Fred looked up. "Harry? What are you doing back here?"

"I-," Harry began, but he was cut off as many adults and teachers ran in, asking him whether he put his name in.

Fred watched with amusement. He zoned out for a while, only occasionally hearing words like, "The rules" and "he must compete".

Finally, the decision was made.

"There's no escaping it...As of now, Harry is the fourth Triwizard Champion."

Fred clapped, breaking the tension. "All right! We can be champions and get girls together!"


A/N: How was it? More to come soon, I promise  Please review! I'm sorry if it's a little OOC.