You belong with me

Chapter 5- An Accident

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with a Fremione fic update! This takes place sometime in Hermione's third year if anybody was curious. This is A/U. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does.

Hermione and Ron were watching Quidditch practice one morning. Ron wanted to support Harry, though Hermione had to admit that she was wanting to see a certain Weasley. She hadn't seen much of Fred since he accidently found out about her time turner secret, though he knew he was keeping it a secret as promised.

He'd sometimes share a knowing look when they passed in the hallways, and she felt her cheeks turn red as she looked away. When had her feelings toward him changed to being more than friends? She wasn't sure she liked the change yet, so she kept them to herself.

She was trying to focus on her book that she had brought along with her when she saw Ron jump from his seat. "Ron?" Hermione asked, as she followed his gaze. Fred had fallen off his broomstick from really high up. She couldn't tell how high he had fallen from.

Ron had scrambled out of the pitch stands and started running toward the middle of the grass. Her eyes widened when she saw a body on the grass and ran as well.

When she got closer she saw that the body belonged to Fred. The team was chattering around him and she fell beside him, feeling breathless and scared. "Fred!"

He winced and slowly tried to get up. "That damn bludger knocked me off my broom."

"He fell fifty feet!" Ron announced loudly as the rest of the team nodded.

Fred winced again. "That might be why I think I broke my arm."

Hermione must've looked upset at his news because he suddenly gave her a smile. "Hey, I've had worse Granger."

"You scared me," she murmured, looking away from him.

He managed to lift her chin up so she could look at him and gave her a smile, but Oliver finally interrupted them. "Hospital wing, Weasley. We've got a match coming up. We need you to be in good shape."

Their gaze was broken, though Hermione said suddenly, "I'll take him."

"I can do that, Hermione," George said, looking surprised at her offer.

"You both can," Fred said, looking at the two.

Oliver sighed impatiently. "We can't be without two beaters, there'd be no point of practice. Granger, please take him."

They started walking off the field and Fred immediately placed his arm around her shoulder and leaned against her for support when they were out of eyesight.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's your arm that's broken, not your leg," she said impatiently.

Fred pouted. "Oh, you aren't any fun. Why'd you offer to take me?"

"Because you're my friend and I was worried about you," Hermione answered shortly.

"Hermione," Fred said gently.

"What? I don't have a hidden agenda!"

"Hermione."

"I was scared, ok?" Hermione suddenly buried her head into his chest uncharacteristically. "You were... falling and I thought you were going to die. I don't want you to die before me."

Fred looked stricken at this sudden change of conversation and wrapped his good arm around her protectively.

"I'll try not to," he promised.

He suddenly grinned down at her.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "Why are you grinning at me like that? Out with it, Weasley."

"You care for me," he said knowingly.

Her cheeks turned pink. "Of course I do, you're my friend."

His grin grew broader. "You like me."

Hermione's eyes widened and she pulled away from him. The comment startled her so much, though she couldn't ignore the butterflies that started fluttering in her stomach when he said she liked him. "Wh... what?" she whispered.

Fred chuckled. "Relax, Granger. It's ok. I know what a catch I am." He winked at her, and she shoved his arm off her.

"You're too arrogant for me," she said, denying his statement.

"But you like me anyway," he teased as he followed her.

"You can find your own way to the hospital wing," Hermione said shortly.

Fred's grin fell. "Oh, come on Hermione. I'll promise I'll stop teasing you."

"No," she snapped as she quickened her pace and started walking toward the direction of the Gryffindor Common Room.

Fred stopped in his tracks as he stared after her in surprise. He didn't call or chase after her, though he should've. He would have to apologize to her later.

A/N: Thanks for reading!