A/N: Hi, Everybody. This is my first long FredxHermione fic. It's actually is the first one I wrote, but not published. (I like to have it all written before I publish because I hate it when people quit partway through a story.) I never thought I would like them because I tend to hate AU stories. But I read some that were AMAZING and now I'm addicted. Anyways, before I begin, I would like to dedicate this fic to one of my close friends who edited my story, gave me her honest feeback AND helped me title it. She's got to be one of the best friends in the world who is an AMAZING writer too. (She's not on FF, though :() So yeah. I'll try to update every day or maybe every other day. It depends how busy I am as exams are coming up and I have to STUDY!!
Hope you enjoy this stoory and even if you hated it and think it's an awful, horrible story, it would still mean the world to me if you reviewed! ;)
Fred Weasley was sitting at a desk, brainstorming shop ideas when he heard the loud crack of someone apparating. He knew it wasn't George, because he was in France with Angelina. Fred pulled out his wand and cautiously got up to inspect. He turned a corner when suddenly a crying female figure threw herself upon him. Fred looked down and all he could see was a mass of curly brown hair, the face deeply buried in his chest.
"Hermione?" Fred asked. "What's the matter?"
Hermione said something incoherent through her sobs, not removing her face from Fred's chest as he wrapped his arms around her. "It'll be okay, 'Mione," He told her. "Come into the kitchen. I'll make a pot of tea and you can tell me what's wrong." He led her to the kitchen and gently pried her off of his chest. He pushed her into a chair and handed her a steaming cup of tea.
"Th--Thanks, Fred." Hermione sniffled.
"So do you want to talk about what's wrong?" He asked her.
Hermione nodded and began, "Okay, so today I was going to surprise Ron at work. I made reservations for us to go to a restaurant for lunch. But…but….when I…when I got there, he…he…he was…he was snogging…snogging that horrid Lavender Brown."
"That git," Fred muttered, "I'll kill him. So what did you do?"
"I attacked him with my birds, broke up with him and apparated here. I was…I was hoping that I could stay here for a while? Just until I get my own flat."
"Of course, 'Mione," Fred said. "You can stay here for as long as you want."
"Thanks," said Hermione.
Fred Weasley and Hermione Granger had an odd relationship. It all started right after the war…
Most were celebrating this day. Most were happy, eating, drinking, and all around in a good mood for Lord Voldemort was gone. Not the Weasleys, though. They large family was huddled around Fred. All of them were crying. Nobody could believe that Fred was gone. Suddenly, Hermione saw something. Fred's chest seemed to be moving in very, very shallow breaths. Hermione ran next to Fred, knelt beside his body and placed her ear on his chest. Sure enough, it was there. A heartbeat.
"He's alive!" She cried through her tears. "He has a heartbeat!"
"What?" Mrs. Weasley said. "That's impossible." But she placed her ear where Hermione's had been moments before and exclaimed, "Oh my…she's right! He has a heartbeat!" Hermione pulled out her wand and made some complicated movements with it, muttering spells under her breath. Everybody looked at him expectantly and they all watched as Fred slowly opened his eyes.
"Fred!" Mrs. Weasley screamed. "You…you're…you're alive!" She crushed her son into a hug.
"Mum," Fred croaked. "If you don't want me to die again you may want to try loosening your grip just a bit". Everybody laughed, the tears of relief and happiness pouring down their faces. Mrs. Weasley ran to get Madam Pomfrey.
"Her…Hermione…" Fred said, struggling to talk and wincing in pain as he did so. "You…saved my…my life. Thank…you."
"Sh." Hermione shushed. "You can talk later. When you're better."
And Fred did get better. He and Hermione became good friends. Fred learned that underneath that bookworm, goody two shoes appearance there was a prankster. She had some absolutely brilliant ideas for the shop. Fred could make her laugh and she felt more relaxed around him than almost anybody else. If Hermione had been told even two years ago, that she would someday be good friends with a Weasley twin, she would have laughed in their face. But now, despite their slight differences, they were unbelievably good friends.
"I'm going to go to mine and Ronald's flat and collect my things," Hermione said firmly, wiping her eyes.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Fred asked.
"No thank you. This is something I need to do on my own."
"I'll have the guest room ready when you get back, then."
"Okay. Thank you so, so much, Fred." Hermione kissed Fred on the cheek and he felt his heartbeat increase, although he didn't know why.
She entered the living room of her and Ron's small flat that they had shared, not expecting him to be home. Instead she found Lavender Brown, half undressed and kissing Ron fiercely. They quickly noticed Hermione and sprung apart like the same sides of a magnet.
"What are you doing here?" Lavender screeched. "Didn't you just break up with him? He's mine now!"
"If you weren't so stupid, Lavender, you would have remembered that Ronald and I SHARED this flat. I just came to collect my things. I'm moving out. Ronald, I will not be paying rent anymore. I hope you two will be very happy together." As she said that last part her voice dripped with so much sarcasm that even stupid bimbos like Lavender could understand. Hermione hurried to the bedroom that she and Ron had shared and expanded her bag. She quickly gathered up the books, leaving the ones Ron had given her, and her clothes, again, excluding the ones that had specific Ronald memories. She headed down the hall towards the washroom, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Ron and Lavender going at it again.
They have absolutely no shame, Hermione thought to herself. She hurried to the bathroom to collect her toiletries. She headed back to the bedroom where her bag was and disapparated.
She got back to Fred's flat, sat on a chair and let the tears freely fall. Get a hold of yourself, Hermione. She thought to herself. He's just a boy. A stupid, idiotic, boy. He and Lavender are perfect for each other. They both have no feelings. No more crying over that stupid, stupid boy and his stupid, stupid girlfriend. She dried her eyes and swore that she would not cry over Ron Weasley ever again. She stood up and marched determinedly to the guest bedroom. She found Fred in there, the bed made and conjuring some bookshelves.
"Hey, ''Mione," he said as she entered the room. "Everything go okay?"
"Fairly," Hermione answered. "Lavender was there and I walked in on them going at it, but I don't care anymore. They're both idiots. I can do much better than that."
"You are SO right, 'Mione. You can do a million times better than my stupid brother."
"Thanks, Fred. And thanks for the bookshelves. How did you know I would need them?"
"Lucky guess?" Fred smiled. "I'll just leave you to unpack, then.
Dinner was a quiet affair, in silence, something Fred wasn't accustomed to. The burrow was always full of noise and he and George were always chatting about the shop. After dinner Fred returned to his desk to finish the work he had started earlier that day. Hermione sat at the desk in her room and finished up some paperwork involving The Dobby Act, a movement Hermione had created to give house elves more rights.
Soon after that, the two went to bed, both with lots on their minds.
There you go. The first chapter! Reviews make my day!