Fremione-You Said You Would Never Leave Me

Chapter Ten: Damn You, Fred Weasley.

A/N I skipped the flashback part of the story to Hermione's fourth year...

Hermione's POV

I stood up and grabbed my wand, I may be pregnant but I'm still fighting. "Avada Kadavra!" I yell at the death eater that George is fighting. He falls to the ground with a thud and George looks at me dissaprovingly. He gave me the same look I would give him and Fred when I was telling them off for pulling pranks. "What?" I ask.

"Your not going to fight Hermione! Your pregnant!" He says quietly.

"Why the bloody hell did F-Fred tell you?" I asked, choking up on his name.

"He wants me to help you raise it."

*FLASHBACK*

"We will be hosting the tri wizard tournament this year!" Dumbledore said to all of us students. There was plenty of cheering as Dumbledore proceeded to explain it.

"Wicked." They say together and I frown at them.

"Your not going to enter!" I shriek.

"Calm down 'Mione." Fred says.

"Yeah Dumbledore's still talking." George says and I sigh and look up to Dumbledore.

"-That is why you must be 17 or older to enter the tournament." Dumbledore informs us and I let out a sigh of relief that I didn't know I was holding in.

"That's rubbish!" The twins yell together while the rest of the hall is shouting angrily.

"You know what? We're still entering! We'll find a way!" George says stubbornly and I gape at them.

"Someone died! You two are not going to enter!" I say to them and they just roll their eyes at me.

***

"I think we've got it George." Fred says as he and George are in the corner of te common room doing only Merlin knows what.

"What are you two doing?" I ask and put my hands on my hips. They jump three feet in the air and look at me.

"'Mione, we-we thought you'd be at the library." George explains and I frown at them.

"What are you doing?" I ask and look over their shoulders and see a few cauldrons. "Your going to enter?" I gasped. "Someone died in this tournament!" I yell at them, catching the attention of everyone around us. "I don't want you entering!"

"Well Hermione, news flash but your not our mum! And you can't tell us what to do!" Fred yelled at me and stood up, towering over me.

"Fred Weasley," I say and point a finger at him. "If you enter this tournament, I will not talk to you again!" I say and he huffs at me.

"Well, then I guess it was nice talking to you." He turns around and sits back down by George who was pretending to stir the potion but he was watching us brawl. All of a sudden, the potion they were brewing blows up on their face. I smirk to myself and walk away, even though I'm absolutely pissed at them. But fine, if he doesn't want to talk to me, he won't. But I secretly suspect that he won't go through with this.

***

"We brewed it up just this morning!" Fred yelled as he ran through the room, George hot on his heels. Everyone was cheering for them as they got prepared to put their names in the goblet. I sighed as I glare at them.

Fred shoots a look towards my direction and I look away. "You still mad at my git brother?" Ron asks and I nod. He shrugs and walks away towards Harry and begins to cheer.

"It's not going to work!" I sing and they look to me and frown.

"Oh yeah?" George asks.

"And whys that granger?" Fred asks me, his voice hard.

"This is an aging line you fools. Dumbledore drew it himself." I say matter of factly. They seem taken back by me calling them fools but they brush it off.

"So?" George asks and I look at them like their idiots.

"Soo" I laugh a little at their stupidity. "Dumbledore couldn't be fooled by a plan so dimwitted as an aging potion."

"That's why it's so good." Fred says

"Because it's so pathetically dim-witted." He says and I huff as they stand up.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George." They take a drink of the potion and jump into the line. I look at them with my mouth open. They're really gonna do it. They set the paper in the goblet and everyone cheers. The flames begin to backfire and they hit the twins squarely in the chest, causing them to be sent back 10 feet. I gasp and jump up but realise they are okay, accept for the fact that they have long Dumbledore beards.

"You said!"

"You said!" And then they begin to wrestle. What idiots. At least they couldn't enter the tournament. But I'm still mad at Fred.

***

"Hey 'Mione." I hear Fred say to me as I'm at lunch the next day. I turn around and glare at him. "Um... are you okay?" He asks timidly and sits by me.

"I said if you entered, I wouldn't talk to you. You didn't seem to care so I guess I'm not going to talk to you." I said and went back to eating my salad.

"But 'Mione, we didn't enter-"

"You tried! No matter how much I didn't want you to enter, you still tried. And that counts as something so I'm not talking to you."

"Your being ridiculous-"

"No I'm not Frederick! Your being a prat!"

"Well your being a bitch!" He said to me and sat up. I looked up at him, my mouth hanging open.

"Screw you Fred!" I said and sat up too, grabbed my bag and stormed out of the hall, tears threatening to spill over my eyes. Damn you, Fred Weasley.