Hermione:
Earlier tonight, after Fred and I put Leo and Brody to bed, I convinced Fred to watch a muggle movie with me. We decided on Pocahontas, a muggle animated movie that came out in June. Fred, to say the least, fell in love with the bright colors and eccentric pop of the movie. Picking up on the lyrics to one of the songs rather quickly, Colors of the Wind. "I'm going to remember that." He had said, before we went to bed, humming the tune of the song and grinning at me from ear to ear. We didn't get to sleep but about two and a half hours before the sound of wailing infants woke us, and that brings us to where we are now. "Fred, You go get them. I've got potions first thing." I groan into my pillow, prodding him with my right foot. I prod him for a minute or two before he finally growls and climbs out of bed, his eyes shooting daggers at me. "You know there are two of them, Right?" He angrily asks me, exiting the room and crossing over into the twins room. The crying stops almost instantly, but, before I can doze back off I hear singing.
"You think the only people who are people,
Are the people who look and think like you...
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew." Fred's soft voice drifts out of the twins room and into ours, causing me to sit up and watch the door wide eyed. I never knew Fred Weasley could sing, it's as if I'm learning about this boy all over again, and I suppose I am. Climbing out of bed, I walk across the hall and to the nursery, not daring to go any further than the doorway. "The rainstorm and the river are my brothers. The heron and the otter are my friends.
And we are all connected to each other,
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends." His voice is mesmerizing, and apparently Leo and Brody think so too. It's not long before both of them are soundly sleeping in their cribs, leaving Fred to stand with his back to me... he's not noticed I'm here yet. "You can own the Earth and still...
All you'll own is Earth until, You can paint with all the colors of the wind."He finishes the song softly before turning around to face me. "Some help you are." He snorts at me, his eyes drifting over to the Muggle clock beside the door. "It's a little after two forty." I inform him, turning and exiting the nursery, stopping in the hall to block our bedroom door. "Are we going back to sleep or not, Granger?" He asks me, his eyebrow cocking upwards. "In a moment, I want warm milk and I don't want to go downstairs by myself." I pull him towards the stairs with me and make him go down first, rolling my eyes as he nearly trips over his own feet. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, the two of us cross the living area and head into the kitchen, Fred whipping out his wand and putting a pot of milk on the stove to heat. "So, You like muggle movies?" I ask with a smile, making his ears flush red. "Not a word to Georgie, Granger." He threatens, pointing a wooden spoon at my head. "Wouldn't dream of it, Weasley. I was simply going to ask if you wanted to watch Lady and the Tramp tonight?"
"Why would I want to watch a movie about you and I?" He laughs, pouring my warm milk into a cup and leading me to sit on the couch. "Because, You're apparently a softy for Disney movies and I need you and that singing voice of yours to learn songs to sing to the twins so I don't have to." I answer honestly, laughing at his slack jawed expression. "I hope you know the next time they wake, I'm not doing it." He says... Lies, I think, We both know good and well he'll be the one getting up. "Whatever you say, Weasley." The two of us sit in silence as I drink my milk, not saying a word until we hear wailing, and this time it's not from Leo or Brody. "I wonder whose baby is screaming like that?" I question as I walk out onto our porch, Fred following closely behind me. "I'd doesn't even sound like it's on our street." He observes, his eyes looking towards the street filled to the brim with Manors that is directly across from Scamander Street. "You're right, that crying has to be coming from Warbeck Lane." I agree with him.
"Not our baby, not our problem." He says, dragging me back into the house and pushing me up the stairs, his goal is getting back to bed and stealing all the heat. "I'm going, I'm going!" I exclaim as I hurry into our room and jump into the bed, hogging the covers for myself as Fred takes a moment to put some socks on. "No way in hell, Granger. Share the covers or I'll be forced to do something you really don't want me to do." He threatens, taking slow steps towards me, mischief in his eyes. "Whatever, Weasley." I smirk at him, closing my eyes in an attempt to get some sleep. Without warning, the cover lifts behind me and Fred sandwiches himself tightly to my back, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me towards him. "What on earth are you doing!?" I exclaim, not expecting the chuckle I get in reply. "I'm going to sleep, Granger... and people call me the dense one." He retorts, closing his eyes and dozing off to sleep, leaving me literally no time to respond. I struggle for a moment before I realize escape is impossible, then finally close my eyes in defeat... you win this one, Weasley.
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The Baby Project
FanfictionWhen they make a mandatory parenting class that all fifth through seventh year students at Hogwarts must take, how will Hermione Granger handle being paired with Fred Weasley for the most important project of the entire year? Read on to find out.