Joke's on you, sucker! (On Hold)

Mistakes on both parts ~ Chapter Two

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Chapter 2

“Speak of the Devil.” Fred murmured softly for next to him lay Hermione, fast asleep, her discarded knitting resting on top of her. He looked at her, wondering what was so special about her, what made his heart skip a beat when he even thought about her; he already knew the answer, even if he wasn’t so sure himself.

“It’s Devils Snare… Just relax…” She cried out, obviously in terror.

“Hermione, its ok, don’t worry. I’m here.” He was suddenly there stroking her hair comfortingly, whispering gently in her ear. The thought of carrying her back upstairs to her dorm suddenly occurred to him, until he remembered that boys couldn’t go up to girl’s dorms. Although he and George spent the whole of their third year working how to get up there, they hadn’t worked out how to carry a sleeping person with them and Levicorpus was too risky. So in the end, Fred decided to stay with her until she woke up, or morning came, depending on which came first. He picked up her forgotten book which lay on the floor. Hogwarts: A History. Only Hermione would read it, Fred thought, and proceeded to laugh to himself before soon falling asleep.

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“What do you think happened last night?” A voice whispered in the now sunlit common room.

“I don’t know. Do you think they were together?” Another voice replied.

“Fred Weasley and Hermione Granger, together? You have got to be joking. It so wouldn’t work.” The first voice spoke out again.

“Hold up, you’re forgetting about Hermione Granger and Viktor Krum.” The second voice pointed out.

“But that was different, Viktor was hot; is hot.”

“What so Fred isn’t hot then?”

“Well…”                                                                                     

“My brother is not ‘hot’, and I will have neither of you making a move on him.” Fred groaned internally when he heard who it was. A new voice, but one he knew so well in the past fourteen years; his little sister – Ginny Weasley.

“Sorry Ginny,” one voice spoke, but the other remained silent.

Fred squinted through his eyelashes as he saw Ginny, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil standing over him and Hermione. He abruptly realised Hermione’s head was resting on his bare chest, and in a split second he realised how bad it must look. He dramatically yawned, stretching his arms above his head and blinking his eyes a few times. He opened his eyes fully to see three angry looking girls staring down at him expectantly, waiting for answers.

“Morning ladies,” he exclaimed joyfully, maybe a bit too much. “Have you seen George or Lee anywhere? I need to go talk to them!” He smiled, and with a large wink he slipped from Hermione’s grasp and bounded up to his dorm.

The questions started all over again, and when they saw Hermione awakening, they pounced on her.

“So what really happened last night?”

“My brother, seriously – I thought you had better taste then him.”

“When Ron here’s this he’ll be devastated!”

“Wait, why Ron?”

“Haven’t you seen the way he looks at her?

“His own brother too, I’m not going to be the one telling him.”

“He’s sure to find out on his own eventually.”

“Yeah, I’m sure Harry will tell him.”

“How would Harry know?”

“Well, Ginny of course.”

“Hang on, why me?”

“Because it’s obvious you really like-“

“She’s getting away!” At that point Hermione was trying to sneak away unnoticed away to her dorm whilst they were arguing between each other.

“When were you going to tell us?”

“Did you kiss?”

“Well of course they kissed, the question is did they sleep together?”

“Ok fine, did you sleep together?”

“Tell us all the juicy bits!”

“I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you are talking about. Now, I’m going to find Harry and Ron so we can go down to breakfast.” She said simply, once they had finished. “Goodbye!” With that, she flounced off towards the boy’s dorm, before realising she was still in her pyjamas and ran off to her own dorm to change.

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Once up in his dorm, Fred didn’t know what to do. Lee and George were both still asleep, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to wake them or not. In the end he didn’t have to make a decision; they had both woke up by Fred’s stomping. They all slowly got dressed, George and Lee because they were still half-asleep and Fred because he was still in shock of being that close to Hermione. They all headed down to the great hall, whilst trying to avoid all the stares. It looked like word had spread like wild fire. Fred, George and Lee found a place opposite Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson, the other Gryffindor’s in their year.

“Morning ladies,” Fred acknowledged them with a wink and a smile just like he always did.

“Morning boys,” Alicia returned curtly, whilst the other two nodded their hellos.

After a while of eating their breakfast in a comfortable silence, the owls came. Angelina received the Daily Prophet and began to flick through it. “So what’s the top story today?” Alicia asked.

“Oh, nothing much,” Angelina replied.

“Speaking of top story,” Katie turned to face Fred. “Fred, you do know everyone’s talking about you and Hermione Granger? I mean what really happened with you two last night?”

“Oooh, what did you two get up to last night?” His twin brother mocked Katie.

Fred chuckled. “You girls do you know I’m not one to kiss and tell. Or sleep and tell even. I thought you knew me better!” George and Lee exchanged worried looks.

“Is that the time? Lee burst out suddenly. “Sorry ladies, we do have work to do. Gred, Forge, you coming?” 

“You, doing homework, I highly doubt it.” Alicia stated.

“Who said anything about homework, Alicia?” George winked at the trio of girls and they wandered out of the great hall, leaving Katie, Angelina and Alicia deep in thought.

“So Freddie, what really happened last night then?” George asked his twin as the three of them slipped into one of the hidden passages, finally away from cheeky eavesdropping buggers.

“Well Georgie, nothing really; I couldn’t sleep so I went down into the common room, and I found Hermione asleep. So I sat next to her on the sofa and well, I fell asleep too.” He left out the part where he comforted her, he wanted to keep it to himself for as long as possible.

“Well, if nothing happened, why did you tell them ‘I’m not one to kiss and tell; or sleep and tell even.’?” 

“Yeah and why did you wink at me and Lee whilst you said it?”

“Well I don’t!” When he saw that they didn’t believe him, Fred gave in and told them the truth.