Harry Potter One-Shots

Fred Weasley's Amortentia - Fremione

He was walking along the hallway, hoping that he could find a good place to hang out. He was tired of doing pranks with George, which was very unusual for him. He didn't want to be in the common room, it was too noisy and full. He wanted a quiet and peaceful place to try to sort out his thoughts.

"Oi Fred! Listen to what I am saying!" George said, almost shouting, causing students inside the common room to stop what they're doing and to draw attention towards them. "What?" Fred snapped, finally breaking off his gaze at a certain bushy-haired witch. "Oh come on brother of mine, don't act you don't know what I'm talking about." He said, smirking at his twin. "What? I really don't know what you are talking about." Fred replied, still trying to figure out what his twin would be talking about. "You like her, don't you?" George grinned mischievously, watching his brother's ears turn a shade of pink. "That's it. I'm leaving" he replied, walking towards the portrait hole.

Fred stop! He taught to himself, trying to push away his thoughts about the bushy-haired bookworm that he found attractive. Over the years, she began to change, her once buck teeth became normal sized. Her bushy-hair calmed down to wavy and other physical features. In fact, she didn't look like a bookworm, she looked like a- NO! He mentally slapped himself.

When he finally went back to reality, he realized that he was in front of a room, he recognized that it was a classroom by the looks of the inside.

He went in, hoping to find something that would interest him, which, came true. He found a very peculiar cauldron with a lid on. He turned to read the label, but unfortunately, there wasn't. He lifted the lid to help him recognize the potion, but was met by a very wonderful scent. The first smell was a broomstick, no doubt, because of Quidditch. He loves playing it with his siblings and when playing for the Gryffindor Team. The second smell was coffee, something that he really loved drinking to keep him awake and active during the day. And finally, the last and most peculiar one, a vanilla-scented perfume. He tried to analyze who smells like vanilla until it hit him, Hermione, he thought, remembering when he passed by her in the common room one night.

Oh no, what will I do! How am I gonna say this to her and to George? He groaned as he thought about Hermione avoiding him when she finally finds out. But as he was thinking about it, the girl he had been thinking about came and closed the cauldron with the lid. "Are you alright Fred?" Hermione asked, looking straight at his eyes. "Huh? I – uh – um Yeah, just pa-passing b-by." He stammered, turning a shade of pink. Hermione stared at him, shocked to hear a Weasley twin stammer and surprised to see him blush. She started to giggle, then it became a laugh. "Hey Granger, what are you laughing at!" He said, blushing darker and darker every second. But before she could reply, she found herself being kissed by none other than Fred Weasley. At first, she didn't kiss back because of the shock that flooded inside her, causing Fred to panic inside his mind, but after a while, she started returning the kiss and he was quickly relieved.

He couldn't believe it, Hermione Granger, resident Gryffindor, bookworm and insufferable know-it-all, snogged him, Fred Weasley, prankster, 1/2 of the famous Weasley twins, funny, devilishly handsome and resident Gryffindor! After minutes or hours of snogging, they reluctantly pulled back for some air. "So, will you go out with me?" He asked, using his undeniable Weasley Charm to make her agree. Hermione leaned in for another kiss, but this time softer. "So, does that mean yes?" He asked hopefully. "Yes, I will Fred." She replied, closing the distance in between them for another heated kiss.