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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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This is short, but sweet and adds to the plot. Enjoy!

Playing with Granger: Chapter 4
Hermione stumbled back into the compartment where she'd left her friends. She felt on cloud nine from her recent snogging session with Fred. They'd finally left each other once they figured their friends would be wondering where they were.
"Blimey! What happened to you?" Ron said staring at her and dropping the Exploding Snap cards on the floor.
"Did someone attack you on the train?" Harry jumped up with his wand out ready to go on the attack. His body was tense and his face showing his ever-present anger.
Hermione tried not to act too surprised. Her hands reached up to smooth down her now very mussed up hair. She hadn't bothered looking into a mirror to see what her time spent with Fred had done to her physical appearance. Her brain was spinning trying to think of something that she could tell them.
"Um, I've been in the loo…uh…vomiting." The first thing that came to her mind spilled out of her mouth. Both Harry and Ron stood there with their mouths wide open.
Ron and Harry both jumped back at the same time, clamoring for their previous seats. "Oh, that's disgusting." Ron said as his eyes focused on the Exploding Snap cards he'd bent to pick up.
"I didn't know you weren't feeling well Hermione," Harry said questioning her, his eyebrows shooting upward.
Hermione bent over to straighten her stockings so she'd not have to meet Harry's eyes. "Well…that's why I left earlier because I didn't well."
"So you've spent this entire time in the loo throwing up?" Harry asked in a disbelieving tone.
"I didn't say I was in the loo the entire time." Oh, how she wished Harry would drop this whole thing, but knowing him and how suspicious he always was, her wish would not come true. Someone opening their compartment door saved her.
"It's time to change into our school robes." Neville Longbottom stood there with his arms folded in front of him as he watched each of them. "What's going on?" His eyes bugged out as he looked at Hermione, "Did you get caught up in a windstorm Hermione?" Harry and Ron were now laughing so hard that Ron finally fell onto the floor while hugging his stomach. The finally straw was when the tears started falling down his face from laughing so hard.
"I don't think this is funny at all." Hermione grabbed her robes with her nose in the air and left the compartment. What had just happened in there? Did she have a neon light on her blinking with the words, 'Yes, I've just been snogged thoroughly so that's why I look like this'? She wanted to run away somewhere, but there weren't too many places to go while on the Hogwarts Express.
She reached up and smoothed down her hair so it wasn't looking so wind blown. Thank goodness she had a quick prefects meeting right now or she would go barmy. The Head Boy and Head Girl had wanted to meet right before they got to Hogwarts. Hermione looked back down the hallway and didn't see Ron coming. Well, she wasn't going to go get him after how rude he'd just been to her. Sometimes he acted like a five-year-old. She grinned thinking about what would have happened if she had told Harry and Ron the truth; that she'd been snogging Fred Weasley. That would have swiped away the laughter and the smug smiles.
Hermione walked into the compartment for the meeting and immediately Draco Malfoy smirked at her. She wasn't sure if the smirk was the normal "I'm better than you" smirk, or a "Look at your hair and what have you been doing?" smirk? What was going on in her head? Now she was getting paranoid and that usually wasn't something she did, at least this early in the school year.
Ron came rushing into the compartment out of breath. He looked around for somewhere to sit. "How grand of you to join us Weasley?" Draco said inspecting Ron. Of course he always looked like he had smelt something disgusting.
"Shove off Malfoy." Ron said back with a challenge.
"Sit down Ronald," Hermione said squishing herself next to a sixth year prefect from Ravenclaw. Leaning over she whispered to Ron, "Don't let him get to you. Every time you fall for his games, just ignore him. He's not worth it."
"I want to show him what a big arse he really is."
"Shh, I can't hear what they're saying." Hermione tried to focus on what was being said, but her mind couldn't help wander off to a tall redhead, with surprisingly soft lips, that was sitting in a compartment a few doors down from where she sat.

Fred had tried to enter his compartment as nonchalantly as possible. Of course his twin was not going to let that happen.
"Oi, brother! Were you attacked out in the hallway?" George asked loud enough that every eye was now looking straight at Fred. Angelina delivered an especially stunned look as she sized him up from head to toe. She noticed his mussed up hair and then her eyes landed on his lips. Fred could feel they were swollen from the intense snogging session he'd just had with Hermione.
"What? Me? Just fell asleep…in an…empty compartment." Fred said, as a perplexed George observed his twin, trying hard to puzzle out what was up.
Oh Gods! Why had he said that? Usually he was quicker on his feet than that, but right now his mind had gone blank. He was still on a high from Hermione actually showing that she liked him as much as he liked her.
"Isn't it time to change into our school robes?" Fred said trying to distract his group of friends.
Angelina stood up in a huff, "Are you sure your lips didn't get stuck on something or someone?" Her words sounded unpleasant coming out of her normally happy self.
Fred's fingers went up to run across his lips, as Angelina knocked into him as she careened by him. Unbalanced, he tipped over onto Katie's lap, who promptly stood up, pushing him onto the floor. All three girls walked out as if they had all just been offended by Fred's presence.
"Well, brother. That is one way to clear a room." George couldn't help teasing him as he kicked back onto his cleared seat. He wagged his eyebrows at his twin and chuckled at his own humor. "If I had to guess, I would say that your lips got stuck on…Granger's?"
With only them left in the room, he knew he couldn't keep what had happened from his own twin. "It wasn't planned, but we did run into each other."
George howled with laughter, "So when you say ran into each other, you mean your lips literally galloped towards one another and crashed together for several minutes?"
"Like I said, it wasn't planned, but I'm not sorry it happened." He didn't smile at anything his brother was saying. It hadn't been funny to him, because it had been something he'd been wanting for such a long time.
"So… I'm assuming you want to keep this a secret? Especially from a certain brother of ours that is often a right git?"
Fred nodded back to his brother; "It would probably be best, because I'm pretty certain that Hermione won't be runny and telling Ron nor Harry what happened. So if you don't mind, let's keep it quiet for now."
A more somber George uncrossed his legs and stood up walking over to Fred, "I'm quiet as long as you need me to." He motioned by zipping his lips with his fingers. He took out his robes putting them on haphazardly. "I'm off to find Alicia and see if Angelina has simmered down."
"I've never promised her anything long term, Angelina I mean." Fred tried to reason out what had happened.
"You may think so, but you know how birds think through everything differently. You may have to deal with her on your own." With a salute to Fred, George left the compartment leaving his frustrated twin. Fred sat trying to figure out exactly how he'd smooth things over with his friend Angelina, who obviously was expecting more from him than he wanted to give. Fred put his head in his hands groaning thinking that women were so much more complicated than men.

Leaving the Hogwarts Express was somehow different this time. Hermione summed up that she was more nervous now at the beginning of her fifth year than she'd been when she'd been a first year. So many things were running through her mind: Should she look at Fred or should she pretend he wasn't there? If she looked at him would it show in her eyes that she liked Fred? Would Harry and Ron pick up on how she was feeling? She cleared her throat and stepped down and looked around Hogsmeade.
Fred's stomach seemed to have a colony of butterflies fluttering about inside. He took a deep breath and looked around for George. He'd tried to get Angelina's attention, but she'd only looked hurt as her eyes narrowed at seeing him. She'd grabbed Katie's arm and hurried off to the nearest carriage. He sighed at his failed attempt at trying to talk to her. His heart jumped when he saw Hermione leaving the train. He quickly looked down not wanting to make eye contact with her. He was afraid what others would be able to see if they saw them looking at each other. The thing that Fred did next felt like a punch in the gut, but he didn't know what else to do at the moment; he walked right by Hermione not even acknowledging her. He didn't look at her and didn't look back at her. The lump in his throat felt like a lemon stuck so tight he couldn't swallow. Oh, did he just bollocks things up with Hermione? Ugh. What had he just done?

Hermione couldn't find where Harry and Ron had run off. Looking up she saw Fred stepping off of the train. She pasted a big smile on her face until he walked right by her like she wasn't even there. As he walked off not even making eye contact, the gloom descended on her. Wow! Had she made a huge mistake in making out with Fred? Had it all been a game to him? It looked like he had been trying to catch up with Angelina Johnson. She tried hard to hold back the tears that were on the edge of flowing freely. She sniffed back the tears, held her head up high and ran to the carriage she'd finally spotted where her friends were. Getting in the carriage she said nothing, but listened to the chatter of Luna Lovegood explaining about the newest creature her father was off looking for. What utter nonsense, but she'd never say anything to the blond girl and risk hurting her feelings. There were enough people that made fun of her already, and Hermione knew exactly how that felt. As she looked off into the distance she decided that she'd play the same game that Fred was playing. If he were going to ignore her and act like nothing had happened, then she'd do the same back to him. She hated playing games with people and she now hated herself for wandering off into a compartment alone with Fred Weasley.

Fred climbed out of his carriage and felt like a heel. He'd spotted the way that Hermione had walked away from the train. He could feel the hurt radiating off of Hermione paces away. He would just have to try and get her alone again and explain what had happened. She had to listen to him, right? Damn. He didn't even like himself right now. All the progress he'd made had now gone belly-up. As he hurried into the castle he hoped that dinner would speed by and he would try and corner Hermione somehow and beg for her forgiveness. George came up behind him and slapped him on the shoulder, "Are you ready for our seventh year?"
Halfheartedly he answered, "Sure, why not?"

I hope that you didn't find this too goofy, but if you recall the first time you really fell for someone, this is about what it was like. All of the doubts and fears and wondering what your friends will think etc. I hope I showed how this took both of them off guard and where they will have to go from here. Let me know what you think by leaving a review. The reviews have been so few and far between lately…sad.
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