Annabeth De Luca said: I like it! I'm wondering if you are going to keep going in their first year or if this is just sort of a flashback type thing?
I'm planning to continue the story throughout each book until the fifth (which is where my story will end). I'm not going to do a chapter for every single part of the books, just writing when Fred and Hermione bump heads, and etc. I'll probably end up writing most of it through Fred's point of view, because we all know where Hermione is most of the time in the series.
Chapter 2: Red Tomatoes
Standing in line to be sorted was one of the most nerve wrecking things Hermione had ever participated in during the course of her life. Despite being the first generation of her family at Hogwarts, she still didn't want to fail them, and herself, by being put in an unsuitable house. And what if she got lost? The school was much bigger in real life than in the pages of her books, and being late to class on her first day would not look good to the teachers. Most importantly, or maybe not so importantly (her mind often debated with itself), what if she never got to see Fred again because they were in different houses?
The last one seemed absurd, and very un-Hermione like. Since when did she care for who was in her house? Since when had she been so naïve? She hadn't even had a complete conversation with him, and she already considered them as friends. They weren't friends, Hermione reminded herself. They were acquaintances at best.
Analyzing her peers, Hermione noticed that most of them seemed to be just as ill composed as her. However, unlike her worries, a lot of them seemed to be stressed about what the sorting hat ceremony was. Rolling her eyes, Hermione reprimanded them inside her head. If they had bothered to read Hogwarts, A History, they wouldn't have to worry. Suddenly, a loud, rather obnoxious voice interrupted her thoughts. It was Ron, no doubt; he was telling Harry Potter that his brother Fred had told him the test had to do with wrestling trolls.
Fred? Was that the name she had heard?
A million clicks went off in her head as she pieced it together. It all made so much sense now. The red hair, the freckles; Ron was related to the twins!
Grinning to herself, Hermione began to formulate a plan. Maybe, just maybe if she were able to become friends with Ron, then she would see Fred more often. She glanced at the redhead once again. Hermione shuddered. It would be challenging to become friends with such an… oaf. The boy had no etiquette whatsoever, and by the looks of it, he definitely would not be able to keep up with her conversations about sciences and intellect.
Hermione's eyes widened. She was so busy thinking, that she had no idea her turn would come so quickly.
"Relax," She told herself under her breath, while running up towards Professor McGonagall. Grabbing the hat anxiously, Hermione jammed it onto her head.
Very smart. Very, very, smart. Hardworking, loyal… difficult. Courageous, brave. Hmmm…
The voice shook Hermione for a bit, but she ignored the weird feeling as best as she could. Most things in the wizarding world were strange, so she'd have to start getting used to them at some point. Hermione looked over at the Slytherin table, trying to locate Fred and George. Unfortunately the only students she recognized were the few that had rudely shoved her out of their way when boarding the train.
Ravenclaw, yes, Ravenclaw would be best.
Hermione scanned the area hurriedly; she hoped that maybe her decisions would sway the sorting hat. Ravenclaw wouldn't be bad, she supposed, but there was no sign of two ginger identical twins sitting anywhere on that section of the room. Her eyes glanced over at the Gryffindor table, and she spotted three redheaded boys. Red hair. That was good enough for her.
"Gryffindor," She muttered to herself. "Please."
Not Ravenclaw? A smart witch would fit in easily with that house. No? If you're sure…
Hermione grinned widely, as the hat was pulled off her head, and she skipped over to the Gryffindor table. She heard Ron groan, but ignored it, rushing over to find a seat.
"Congratulations, Hermione!" One of the redheads beamed, shaking her hand. "I'm Percy Weasley."
Hermione smiled and looked over to catch Fred staring at her. When he realized she had noticed, he turned his head and pretended that he was talking to Lee the whole time.
"Good job, Granger," George smiled, shaking her hand after Percy's. He elbowed his brother who was doing his best to ignore the jabs at his side.
"Freddie, you going to congratulate the new girl?"
Fred shot a glare at George, and there seemed to be a moment's hesitation as they shared a telepathic thought. After a few seconds, Fred turned his full attention to Hermione (making her blush madly) and flashed her an incredibly awkward smile. "Oh, yeah… good job."
"You were right, by the way," Hermione said, trying to relieve the tension.
"The sorting hat wanted to put me in Ravenclaw, but I asked to be in Gryffindor."
"I wonder why," George smirked, receiving a kick to his ankle under the table. "Ouch, Fred."
Suddenly, the whole room went silent, except for several whispers hissing through each house. Percy, who was beginning to tell Hermione about the quirks of being a Gryffindor, stopped talking almost immediately.
There were a few moments of silence as Harry squirmed under the hat.
As quickly as it went quiet, the uproar was back, and all the Gryffindors clapped loudly.
"WE GOT POTTER! WE GOT POTTER!" Fred and George shouted in unison, making Hermione laugh.
Nervously, Harry walked over to the table, greeting Hermione with a nod. Fred and George were still chanting, and Percy had stood up from the table, shaking the famous boy's hand vigorously.
After the shouts and hoots had died down, Harry took a seat next to George, and looked over to see what other students would be sorted into.
"So Granger, why'd you want to be sorted into Gryffindor?" George wondered, grinning as though he was playing a joke that only he would understand.
Fred was talking quidditch with Lee, but stopped once he heard George speaking with Hermione.
"Oh, well," Hermione mumbled, planning what she was going to say. She could either tell them the truth: because she wanted to be in the same house as them. Or, she could say something that would seem less creepy and more socially acceptable.
"I just think it's the better house for me," Hermione shrugged nonchalantly, avoiding George's gaze.
"I'll say," George smiled, earning another kick under the table.
"Hermione," Fred continued. "We never told you what house we were in, right?"
Fred smirked matter-of-factly as his brother, before taking another bite of his chicken. The whole twin telepathy ordeal was starting to bother Hermione. They kept exchanging looks, and she couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking. They weren't thinking of her, were they? She hoped not.
"Are you two Ron's older brothers?" She asked desperately. Even though she already knew the answer, Hermione was feeling slightly uncomfortable under the gazing pairs of eyes.
"Yeah," Fred started.
"We've got three and a half brothers—"
"And one sister—"
"We're all Gryffindors… well except Ginny."
"She's too young."
"Is Ron you half brother?" Hermione asked. That would explain so much. She couldn't honestly believe a person like Ron would be directly related to people like the twins.
"No, no. Ickle Ronnikens is all right."
"It's Percy that's the problem."
"Yeah, we only count him as half."
"Because he's such a git."
Percy, who obviously overheard, shot Fred and George a glare before going back to his discussion with Harry.
Hermione giggled and took another bite of her food. The tension that was between her and Fred seemed to die down a bit, but she couldn't help but wonder what triggered it in the first place.
"You going to try out for the quidditch team?" George asked again.
"Oh gosh no. First years never make it on the team, and it really doesn't seem like my sport," Hermione replied.
"Well, you never know," Fred piped in. "Besides, we're on the team, and that should be enough incentive for you."
Hermione felt a blush start to form on her face, but realized Fred was joking since he smiled afterwards. There was something about his smile that Hermione liked; it just seemed so genuine and pleasant.
"Hermione, you're looking a bit red, you all right?"
This time it was Neville speaking. If Hermione could, she would've pushed Neville off his seat at that moment. Thanks to him, Fred started chew on his bottom lip nervously. Hermione recognized that action as an act of discomfort and embarrassment.
Fred was embarrassed? Hermione felt lightheaded and began shoveling food into her mouth as a distraction.
"Hermione, should I get Madame Pomfrey? You're red as a tomato!"
Clenching her fists and turning redder by the minute, Hermione swore if Neville uttered one more word about the color of her face, she would've knocked him out of his seat and hit him with her edition of Hogwarts, A History.
"It's just hot in here, that's all," Fred interrupted before Neville could say anything else.
"Oh, well, if you're sure, Hermione. I don't want you to pass—"
A hand slapped onto his face, cutting the boy off abruptly.
"So, Fred, George, what position do you two play?" Hermione asked nonchalantly, her hand still firm over Neville's mouth.