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Playing With Granger	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fred Views: 10849 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or make any money from writing this story. The honor of creating these characters goes to the great J.K Rowling.

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Still don't own this franchise, though I wish i did. Hats off to J.K. Rowling who does own this!
Playing With Granger: Chapter 3
Fred and George paid dearly once their mum caught up with them. For the rest of the break they were kept busy cleaning and doing odd jobs around Grimauld Place. While the rest of the kids had breaks from their chores, Molly Weasley wasn't letting her twin sons have a rest. In addition, though she'd looked from top to bottom of the old Black house, she couldn't find where Fred and George had kept their supplies of products. Also, Fred hadn't been able to chat with Hermione all alone since that night on the roof. There had been moments of when their eyes had met at the breakfast table or while passing in the hallway, but nothing that would truly satisfy Fred. His time was running out to corner her and talk to her again before heading to Hogwarts.
Fred threw down the dirty rag that he held in his hand. "I'm done. I don't care what mum says. We've done enough housework that we should be made honorary house elves."
George sneezed as he dusted off an old armoire in the corner. "Anyhow, we need to get our trunks packed since we're leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow."
"Thank the Gods," Fred murmured back.
They had all been raised to be hard workers, but the past few days had been ridiculous. If there had been a job to be done, they'd been told to do it. If the job was a small one like setting the table, or a large one like dusting off the large bookshelves in the Black Library, they'd been forced to do it…without using magic. Molly had put a charm on their wands to make sure they hadn't used them to help them get a job done. If it hadn't been time to go back to school the twins had talked about leaving and running off to Romania to hide out with Charlie.
"Come on Fred. I know a back way up to our rooms. We need to pack our…stuff up," George whispered so no one heard, especially their mum, that they were packing up their Weasley Wizard Wheezes inventory to take to Hogwarts. It was time to start selling their merchandise and making money that they'd invest in their dream of someday opening up a storefront in Diagon Alley.
Hermione had all of her things out on the bed that she and Ginny had shared all summer. Her clothes were stacked neatly in piles of shirts, skirts, ties, trousers, denims, t-shirts, jumpers, robes, socks, undergarments and shoes. Then she had all of her books piled neatly together with her new quills, ink bottles, and other school supplies.
Ginny started laughing on the other side of the room. "If I didn't know better I would think your things were being displayed to sell at a shop. Look at how nicely you have everything presented."
"I like to be organized 'Miss Throw everything in my trunk in one big pile' Weasley." Hermione said which only made Ginny stick her tongue out at her best friend.
"I'm glad that your mum gave us the past two days to get our things ready to go back to Hogwarts."
"Well, she had her two little elves doing all of the cleaning, so we've had more time to play and relax before school starts." Ginny flopped down on the large chair laughing.
Hermione didn't laugh at what her friend said. She almost felt guilty that Fred and George had been given so many tasks the past week since their experiment on the trio. Molly had not just been angry with the boys for their stunt, she'd been livid. Hermione also given her two cents how she felt about it, which had only added fuel to the fire already blazing in Mrs. Weasley. Hermione had been at the end of Molly's vindictiveness a few times and she felt bad for the twins. She also had been sad she hadn't been able to again talk with Fred. They hadn't had a minute alone to say anything to each other, just a passing glance here and there and that had been it. Her mind had also been on replay for the past week thinking back what had happened or almost happened on the rooftop. She was fairly certain that Fred had wanted to kiss her. She had also come to the conclusion that she wished that he had kissed her. Her hand strayed up to her lips as she rubbed her fingers along them thinking of what it would feel like to be kissed by Fred. Even though he was two years older than her it didn't matter, because she knew how she was feeling. She smiled thinking of the way that he had looked at her that night and how he'd crushed her to his chest in a huge hug. It had felt so nice being enveloped in his arms and being so close she could smell his aftershave.
"What are you smiling about?" Ginny's question interrupted her daydream about Fred.
She shrugged her shoulders, "Oh nothing." She tried to paste on a neutral look, but feared it was too late.
"It doesn't look like nothing to me. You're thinking about someone aren't you? Is it my brother?"
Ginny's question startled her as her mind went blank. What should she say? Had she picked up on how she was starting to feel about Fred? She hadn't said a word to anyone, so she was surprised at the question.
"Do you really like my git of a brother Ron? You really can do better than him. I mean I love him and all, but he'd rather play Quidditch and eat all day long than snog a girl." Ginny pulled out her nail polish and started to paint her nails.
She almost sighed in relief at Ginny's response. "No, I mean yes, I like Ron, but not in the way you think." She tried to clarify how she felt for Ron because she didn't want Ginny running off and putting ideas in Ron's head. She'd given up on the idea of Ron and her together. They had nothing in common and she was just another one of the "boys" to him. "The three of us are just friends and nothing else. I don't have time for a man in my life."
Ginny sniggered, "There's always time for a man, if it's the right one that is." She wagged her eyebrows at Hermione and puckered her lips kissing the air.
Hermione didn't answer as she started carefully putting all of her things in her trunk. Ginny was right. She would make time for someone if they were the right one. But, how did you know if someone was right for you or not? Oh well, there was no reason to worry about that right now until someone showed they really cared for her. A bit of flirting wasn't the same as coming right out and saying they cared. She'd wait and see if Fred would make another move.
It was amazing to Hermione how many people and trunks could fit into the ministry assigned cars. Of course they'd been magically expanded for them with the large group of students that needed a transport to Platform 9 ¾. As they'd all quickly left Grimauld Place running down the stairs, she'd somehow been bustled into the second car. One minute she'd been walking along side Harry and Ron, and the next she'd been dwarfed by two, tall red heads that steered her towards the second car.
George got in first, Hermione next, and then followed by Fred. In front was an assigned Auror driving the car with Mr. Weasley sitting in the passengers seat. With all of the turmoil at the end of their fourth year of Harry saying that Voldemort was back, and then him being attacked by Dementors in little Whinging, the ministry wasn't taking any chances with the Boy Who Lived and his friends.
Hermione looked from one twin, then to the other with confusion. Fred looked down at her with a huge grin. Turning towards George he gave her the same mischievous smile. She realized then that what had happened had not been an accident, but something that had been purposely planned out. There was a reason that Ginny was sitting in the first car between Harry and Ron right now and not her. The twins had made their moves too smoothly to be so otherwise.
"So, how have you been Granger?" George asked with a touch of too much enthusiasm.
"Fine, " she said with a clip.
Fred cleared his voice, "How has your week been?"
Hermione's eyes looked over to Fred whose right knee was bouncing up and down jiggling the car. "Not quite as busy as yours." She tried hard not to smile too wide as she saw the looks of annoyance that crossed both boys face.
"Uh, yes. Mum showed us day after day how she felt about us and our products." George put his hands on his hips and mimicked Molly, "I'm so displeased with you two boys. You should know better than this. How could you use your sibling and his friends as guinea pigs?"
Hermione tried not to laugh out loud as his impression was right on. Then Mr. Weasley turned around in the front, "George, manners." Though all three teens could see he also was having a hard time not laughing at hearing George's accurate impression of his wife.
"Then she wasn't thrilled when I pointed out that none of you were truly turned into guinea pigs, though Ron was right close to one." Fred snorted next to her listening to his brother.
"She was so unimpressed with that fact and our test that we'd run, we haven't had a break until this moment." Fred chimed in.
"Yes, I noticed that there was no time for either one of you to be too mischievous."
"Ah, Granger, that word is a little too bold for us. We're not mischievous, but more inventive." George replied with a smirk on his face.
"Whatever you say, but you two are still rather troublesome at times."
Fred grabbed his heart and gave her a boo-boo lip, "You just hurt my feelings."
With a chuckle she smacked Fred as hard as she could on the arm. "Ouch woman! That hurt."
"Well, now you can really hurt for a good and real reason." Hermione said smartly.
"We're here at the station Mr. Weasley," the Auror said.
"Come children. Stay by our sides until we've crossed the barrier and have gotten to the Hogwarts Express," Mr. Weasley stated as he opened his car door.
"What are we two years old?" George quipped.
"Well, if the shoe fits…" Hermione said as she climbed out of the car taking Crookshanks cage in her hand.
Fred whispered to George, "I don't know if our maneuver made things better or worst with her."
"I'm not sure lover boy, but we mustn't get too far behind or the big bad not dead guy will come and get us." George said as he walked away leaving a very frustrated Fred behind.
After they all had settled in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express the questions started.
"What happened to you back there Hermione?" Of course it was Ron that had to ask.
"Why are you asking Ronald?" she asked back feeling irritated.
"Why didn't you ride in our car with us?"
"If you couldn't tell, there wasn't enough room for all four of us in the back of the car, so I rode with your brothers." Hermione answered not looking up at him as her eyes perused the textbook lying in her lap.
"Ginny could have rode with those gits. You didn't need to." Ron said a little louder than needed.
"Did you ever think Ron that maybe Ginny wanted to sit by Harry?"
Ron looked up at Harry who was watching the both of them as they conversed. "Harry…did you want to sit with Ginny? What's going on?" Harry's face blushed red as he stammered to answer his best friend.
"No, I didn't want to sit by Ginny. I mean, I didn't mind sitting by her, but it wasn't on purpose. What's it to you anyhow if I did want to sit by her?" Harry looked over to Hermione with wide eyes as if pleading for her help while also showing his crossness with Ron's questioning.
"It doesn't matter Ron. We're here and on our way back to school, so drop it." Hermione didn't want to hear Ron complaining the whole trip to Hogwarts. Anyhow, Harry seemed in a volatile mood and she didn't want to listen to him fighting with Ron either.
The two boys continued to gripe back and forth until Hermione slammed her book down and stood up. "Your petty arguments are giving me a headache. I'm going for a walk."
Harry and Ron looked baffled by her proclamation. They stared at her as she took in a harsh breath, and slammed the compartment door as she left.
Once in the hallway she stood there a moment wondering where she was really going to go. She hadn't truly wanted to leave, but she was fed up with the non-stop bickering between her two friends. She headed left and walked slowly as she peeked into each compartment to see who was sitting in each one. Hermione passed by the group of Hufflepuffs that were animatedly chatting with each other as they waved their hands around. They looked like they were enjoying themselves.
Then she passed a group of Slytherins, which held her least favorite people. She only got a glance of Draco Malfoy as he was holding court with all of his stooges as they looked to be laughing at something he'd said. Of course the slag Pansy Parkinson was hanging all over Draco, which kind of made her want to her barf in her mouth.
Hurrying along she slowed to a stop when she looked in and saw George and Fred sitting there talking to their admirers consisting of Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Lee Jordan and Alicia Spinnet. Her brows knitted together as she saw Angelina sitting so close to Fred. A funny feeling spread through her chest as she saw the way the older girl leaned against him laughing at something he said. Why was this even bothering her? She nibbled on her bottom lip as she stood there watching the older students.
Fred and George had spent the last thirty minutes telling their friends about their new products they'd created over the summer. They'd gotten a huge laugh, especially when the boys told them about turning their brother Ron into a pig. He was notorious on the Gryffindor table for being the hardiest eater, thus why he'd been a perfect test subject for the product. As George was continuing the story Fred happened to glance up through the compartment window. His heart did a small leap when he saw who was standing there, arms folded and a frown on her face. Hermione's eyes were on him and the girl sitting, no leaning into him. He quickly sat up and brushed his hands down the front of his pants.
"I'm headed outside for a bit of a walk." Fred said jumping up.
George watched him leaving and started to question him, when he looked towards the window. Fred turned around, his eyes darting to his brother and George nodded to him and kept on talking to the group. The brown haired girl outside was an answer enough for him.
Hermione seemed startled as he came out to the hallway shutting the door behind him. "Oh, Fred," she said in a high voice. "Um…I.."
"Hi Granger…I mean Hermione. Where are you headed to?"
"Anywhere away from those two pillocks in my compartment. They were driving me barmy with their arguing." Hermione swept her hair back from her face.
"Would you like to go for a walk with me?" Fred asked tentatively.
Hermione brightened up and nodded her head, "That sounds delightful."
They started walking away until they found a smaller compartment normally used for storage where no one else was sitting. "How about here?" Fred motioned for her to go inside.
Hermione walked in squeezing past piles of boxes until she found a small spot big enough for the two of them to sit down. Right off, Fred realized how tight a fit it was having them both sit down there, but that was the only spot available. Fred rested his arm on top of the seat as it encircled around Hermione's shoulders. She in turn folded her hands in her lap, not knowing what to do with them in such close quarters. There was clearly tension in the air and Fred was finding it hard to breath. They now were actually sitting closer together than he'd been sitting by Angelina back in the other compartment. His heart skittered when she looked up at him and smiled, her pink tongue coming out to wet her lips. Her plump lips seemed to be calling out to him, especially since they were so close to each other.
"I don't think you realize something Hermione, " Fred said almost breathlessly.
"What's that Fred?" she asked him as Fred drew even closer to her.
"I don't think you realize just how beautiful you are." Fred said.
His hand came up to trace along her bottom lip that she so often teased when she was nervous. Before she could answer him, her breath hitched as his lips hungrily pressed onto hers. Fred couldn't believe what he was doing at the moment, but he ignored his thoughts and let his feelings take control. The sensation of her heated lips made him ache all over.
He pulled back to see if he'd scared her, being he was older by a few years. She peered at him with radiant eyes, and before he could think of anything else, Hermione's hands reached up to pull his head back down to her lips. Her demanding kiss took him by surprise, as her hands ran wild through his hair.
Ending the kiss, Fred noticed the affection that glowed in her eyes. "I take it you aren't interested in going back to the chosen git and his sidekick right now are you?"
She tilted her head, licked her lips and smiled, "Not on your life. I'm very happy right where I am."
With that, Fred went back to the business of snogging the life out of Gryffindor's most famous bookworm.
Author's Note…
I wanted to apologize for my absence the past few weeks. I was gone on a much-needed vacation for a week and then I came home and got sick, not intentionally of course. I was in bed for a week recovering and now I'm just starting to feel better. I've been working on all of my three WIP stories and hope to have the other two WIP next chapters posted in a few days. Just a reminder that they are…
-Blinded=a Dramione that is a mystery/romance with loads of angst that takes place several years after they have left Hogwarts. This story is wrapping up soon.
-Living= a Snamione that takes place post-war at Hogwarts that is also full of much drama and angst and of course romance.
It would be great if you'd check out these stories and read and follow them too. I also have several stories that are completed that you might want to go and read.
Thanks to all of you that reviewed this and my other stories. I wish I'd had time to reply back to all of you, but time was short before my trip. Please know how much I appreciate every one and love reading all of them.
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