The Baby Project

Bella Notte

Hermione:

The rest of the day is spent peacefully with Fred and I trading off the twins every other class. It's not until dinner do we finally run into a problem, and that problem comes in the form of a Howler. As Fred and I are taking our seats in the great hall, an owl flys in and drops a bright red Howler right into Fred's hand. He and I share a look before he hands it to George to open... wimp. "FREDRICK WEASLEY, YOU BETTER TAKE THAT BABY PROJECT SERIOUSLY OR ILL SERIOUSLY GROUND YOU FROM GEORGE FOR A YEAR! OH, HERMIONE, GOOD LUCK! YOU'RE GOING TO NEED IT!" With a hiss at George, the letter destroys itself, and Fred and George share horrified looks. "So, Freddy... I guess you better start taking things seriously." George swallows, looking from Me to Fred with a slight glare. "Fred Weasley and Seriousness? Yeah, in my dreams maybe." I snort at them, not noticing the smirk slowly making its way into Fred's face. "You dream about me, Do you Granger?" He taunts, not expecting the response he gets. "So what if I do, Weasley."

*Time Skip: Number 10 Scamander Street,10pm*

Dinner at the castle went smoothly, Fred and I seemed to be getting along better than we normally did... a bit too much better. "So, Granger; I'll get the boys in their cribs and you can set up that Tramp and the Lady movie or whatever it is you wanted us to watch." Fred says with a grin, standing and picking up Leo from his rocker, then following suit with Brody. As soon as Fred disappears up the stairs and out of sight I set up the TV and charm some popcorn and cookies to make themselves in the kitchen. "Granger, Should we wear our night clothes to watch it in? In case we fall asleep on the couch?" Fred calls to me, I take a moment to think about it before I call back a yes to him. The school took it upon themselves to provide the village with clothing to wear on weekends and at night to make it feel more like a village than a school project, and they'd given Fred and I matching red silk pajamas... I think I'll wear mine tonight, I can't ever picture Fred wearing silk, so, I don't think we'll end up matching.

Using a simple Accio, I summon my pajamas and quickly change into them before Fred gets back downstairs. He's carrying a large blue blanket his mother had knitted him for Christmas the year before... and he's wearing the red silk pants when he finally comes back, it's not until he sets the blanket down do I notice he's shirtless. "Like what you see, Granger?" He asks me, his back still to me. Heat rushes to my cheeks and I think carefully before I respond to him, "Maybe I do, Weasley." He doesn't respond again before taking his seat on the couch and spreading the blanket over himself and the seat next to him. Looking at me expectantly, he lifts up his blanket and beckons me over, urging me to sit next to him. "I know you only do this to steal my heat." I grin at him when he pulls me closer to his body immediately after I sit down. "Just start the movie." He rolls his eyes at me and leans back into the couch, patiently waiting on me to press play.

As we watch the movie, I feel myself scooting closer to Fred for warmth, it's sorta cold in here. "Lady reminds me of you." Fred whispers to me after a while, his breath hot against my ear. "You're much like the Tramp yourself, Weasley." I smirk back at him, turning my head so my eyes can meet his. I find our faces much closer than I expected them to be, but, I can't help but to slightly lean in. Fred does the same thing and just when our lips are about to meet... *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* Someone's knocking on the front door. Fred curses, standing up to go angrily answer the door. "Flint?" He asks, looking in bewilderment at the Slytherin on our doorstep. "Weasley, Help me. Myra does nothing but cry, Goyle is no help what so ever, and I've been hearing complaints that you can her here from over here on Scamander Street." Flint says as he pushes past Fred and enters our living space. "Why should we help you?" I ask him, standing up, forgetting about my pajamas for a moment. "For one, Granger, because I'm tired and likely to curse first years whom annoy me. Secondly, I'm sorry for acting like a prat all these years... and thirdly, because I know you and Weasley wear the matching night outfits."