The Wrong Weasley (Fremione Fanfiction)

The Moly Field

It was 8 o'clock and the sun was slowly starting to go down, the sky was filled with orange clouds and the sky was turning purple and pink. "Isn't it beautiful? I used to watch the sunset with my parents almost every night when I was little." Hermione said. They hadn't spoken much since they left and she wanted to get to know Fred better. She thought that there must be more to him than always pulling pranks and making jokes. "It is beautiful, I used to watch the sun go down too, but not with my parents." Hermione looked at him, his hair looked like a fiery orange in this light and his eyes were a golden brown. She started thinking about how people had trouble telling Fred and George apart, since she had never had trouble with that. To her, they were very different. "Why didn't you watch the sunset with your parents?" she asked. "Well when I was little I used to have sleeping problems and- this is gonna sound stupid" he chuckled and continued his sentence. "My parents told me that powerful witches and wizards are watching over us in the sky, so I used to wish to them that I would have a good night of sleep." Hermione laughed softly. "That's adorable. Did it work?" "Not really." Fred replied laughing.

After walking for 15 minutes they arrived at the Moly field, it was a sight for sore eyes. The now orange sun and the white flowers, the sound of the wind and leaves crunching, the smell of grass which Hermione loved.

Fred and Hermione started picking flowers and after a couple minutes they had gathered enough to give to Ginny on her birthday. "Lets go back to the burrow, we had to get back before it gets dark" Fred said, remembering that his mom was very strict about that stuff.
While walking back they talked about Fred's quidditch games and (to Hermione's surprise) he even asked her about her favorite books.When they arrived at the burrow Fred stopped in front of the door and turned to Hermione. "Hey, the thing I told you earlier about how i watched the stars when i was younger.." Fred looked away for a moment before continuing his sentence, he scratched the back of his head and looked at Hermione again. "Could you not tell anyone? I don't want George to make fun of me." he said with a soft smile.
Hermione looked at him and felt honoured to know something about him even George didn't know. "Ofcourse I won't tell anyone."
Hermione said and smiled back at Fred.
"Thanks, and thank you for coming with me"
They entered the burrow and both went to their seperate bedrooms.