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Playing With Granger	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fred Views: 10851 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Playing With Granger Chapter 5
How could someone go from absolute happiness during the day to absolute horror later on at night? Hermione could hardly believe what she was listening to. There in front of all Hogwarts students stood a very homely woman named Dolores Umbridge who was going to change the very face of education here at Hogwarts. What it basically came down to was that The Ministry wanted a stooge to spy on Dumbledore. They were interfering with what was happening here at Hogwarts. The longer the woman spoke with her shrill voice, the more ominous her presence felt here.
The whole day had turned out to be a bust. She sat with Harry on one side and Neville on the other. Hermione peeked down the table to the front end where the seventh year Gryffindors sat glaring up at the Umbridge woman. She didn't really want to, but she couldn't help staring at one of the seventh year Gryffindors the most. Fred Weasley seemed to be doing just fine. Sat next to him on his left was his twin brother George and Lee Jordan on the right. Across from the boys were the three girls who always seemed to be hanging around the Weasley twins, Angelina, Katie and Alicia. She could see Angelina eyeing Fred during all of the talking going on upstage. The intense heat she felt welling up inside of her she freely admitted, may be due to jealously. Hermione wasn't ready to admit to anyone that feeling yet when it came to Fred. Anyhow, she was still terribly angry with him at how he'd acted once leaving the train.
Finally the ugly witch sat down and the feasting began. It's too bad that her appetite was gone now. The opening feast usually was one of her favorites all year long. Of course Harry and Ron were digging in like there were no tomorrow.
"Would you please pass the potatoes Hermione?"
"What?" her head swiveled over to her side where Neville sat watching her.
"Did you say something?" She felt embarrassed to be so lost in her own world that she'd completely ignored her kind friend sitting next to her.
"I actually asked you to pass the potatoes to me," Neville said like he was worried he'd offended her. "What's bothering you Hermione?"
"Why would you ask that Neville?" She inwardly flinched realizing that she was that transparent in how she was feeling. But, then she decided that Harry and Ron hadn't said a word to her, so maybe it was just Neville being his kind, discerning self.
"I may be a bloke, but I am a sensitive one at that. I know you and I can tell when something is wrong. Did something happen today on the train?" Neville spoke softly to her so no one else could overhear their conversation. How grateful she was that at least one of her friends was not only thoughtful, but was using his brains.
"It may have, but I can't say what. Let's just say I'm not happy about what happened." She tried hard not to look down at the end of the table, because by doing so would maybe give away who was causing her emotional upheaval.Even though she trusted Neville, she wasn't ready yet to tell many people about liking an older student.
Just then Fred leaned over the table to grab something off of Angelina's plate. The girl screamed and threw her biscuit at him. Fred jumped up howling with laughter. Hermione cringed as she gripped her spoon in her hand. Having seen enough, she stood up throwing her utensil into her bowl of chowder. The sound of the bowl cracking stopped all talking at the table. The chowder splashed over anyone sitting close by. Poor Neville got the brunt of the liquid, and Hermione in a snit didn't even notice. Glaring once more in Fred's direction she whipped her head around, curls flying through the air. Her appetite left completely as she left the Great Hall. What a doofus! Let him play his little games with Angelina. She wanted nothing to do with him ever again.
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"What are you doing mate?" George whispered to his brother. "Granger just stormed out of here in a huff."
Fred looked guilty as he glanced down the table where Hermione had been sitting. Yes, he'd upset her as he flirted with Angelina. He felt like he had to do it to cover up how he really felt about Hermione. He grabbed two pieces of dark, chocolate cake off the platter in front of him. Fred started stuffing the cake into his mouth, giving his brother Ron a run for his money on eating desserts at the Gryffindor table.
"Oh, slow down there brother. I didn't know you liked chocolate cake that much." George said staring at his brother.
"I don't." Fred said as he reached for another piece of cake.
"Then why are you trying to stuff yourself full of cake like a Christmas goose?"
Fred threw it back down on his plate staring down at his hands streaked with chocolate icing. Yuck. It was true, he didn't even really like chocolate cake. He was more a carrot cake man. With a quick spell his hands were clean again and he wished that he could do the same thing with his conscience. He looked over to where Hermione had been sitting and an overwhelming sense of guilt hit him again in his stomach. He'd finally gotten the thing he'd wanted most and what had he done? He'd totally mucked it up. While George kept laughing at something Lee had said to the girls, Fred got up and left the Gryffindor table. He strolled out to the entryway and heard someone sniffling by the side of the hall. He wasn't too surprised to see the person who was on his mind sitting there.
Fred went and sat down on the steps next to Hermione. He leaned over and bumped her arm. She bumped his arm back, a little harder than he had to her. "Do you know that sometimes I can be a big pillock?"
Hermione gave a very unlady-like snort, "Not only can you be a big pillock, but a great, huge, ginormous, tremendous, massive, immense, colossal, walloping pillock." She turned to him with a huge grin on her face.
The look on Fred's face of utter surprise by her words only made her laugh out loud. "I'm not sure that you had to use the whole thesaurus full of synonyms for big to describe me." Fred blurted out as if he was offended, but he knew she was teasing him.
"Oh, I surely did. Your cock up deserved even more synonyms than I used. Would you like to hear more?" Her saucy side came flying out and Fred couldn't deny that it was damn sexy. "So, should I expect more of what's been happening?" Hermione stood up staring down at Fred. "Because if I do, I'm not going to be playing your games anymore Weasley."
"So I'm Weasley now am I?" Fred leaned back with his arms resting on the step behind him.
"You are Weasley until I say otherwise. So?" Hermione stood with her arms folded in a defensive stance. Her glare would freeze any sane man, but Fred couldn't even claim that he was sane most of the time, especially when it came to this girl.
Fred jumped up and pulled her close to him, "Trust me…" he bent his head down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, which burned him from the inside out. As soon as her arms wrapped around his waist he knew he was lost. He wasn't going to keep making mistakes with Hermione. The feelings she ignited in him could light a huge bonfire. He knew they needed to come up for air, but he didn't want her lips to leave his. They were slightly chapped, but were so warm and felt heavenly pressed against his. Their tongues explored one another, with hers tasting like the chowder she'd eaten and his tasted of that sickly sweet chocolate cake he really didn't like. "This isn't a game to me." He pulled back to look down at her and her sparkling, amber eyes.
"I don't like sneaking around. You know Ron will hate us both if we don't come clean about what's happening between us." She stepped away and gave him a lop-sided grin. "I didn't think you liked chocolate cake." She ran her tongue over her bottom lip.
"I don't…I really don't." Fred stammered out. She shook her head at him and bounded up the stairs toward Gryffindor Tower. He needed to come clean with more than just Ron. If it meant getting more of what he'd just tasted, he'd be willing to shout it out to anyone who'd be willing to listen.
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Hermione sat by the fire reading her Arithmancy textbook when she saw Harry and Ron pushing their way into the common room. They were arguing about something as Harry glared at something Ron was shouting out. She shook her head at the boys. In her eyes, that's who they were…boys, where Fred was a man. Most of the time Harry and Ron still acted liked first years, where Fred was trying to be a man. He should after all considering he was a seventh year.
Ron stopped suddenly, noticing that Hermione sat on the sofa. "Where did you run off to during dinner?"
"You finally noticed I was gone, did you?" Hermione couldn't believe how at times she was nothing more to them than someone to help them with their homework. This was half the reason why she'd started becoming interested in Fred. At least he acknowledged her when she walked into a room. She also could carry on a conversation with Fred that had to do with something other than Quidditch. Granted, Fred loved his Quidditch like any other male in the wizarding world, but he also was intelligent enough to be able to know when it was time to talk about something that would interest the girl he was currently with.
"Uh, sure we noticed you weren't there, right Harry?" Ron poked him in the ribs that only seemed to anger Harry more.
"Shove off Ron. I'm tired." Harry spat out and stomped off to his dorm room. He clearly was still agitated about something as he'd been the past week. Ron looked at her and then up to where Harry had left, trying to decide which friend needed him the most.
"Leave him be Ronald. Sit down and talk." Hermione patted the cushion next to her. He hesitated and bit his lip as he looked down at her. "I don't bite you know." She leaned over and pretended to take a bite out of him. He leaned back from her with a start and gave a fake laugh.
Ron blushed and then dropped down onto the sofa. "What did you want to talk about?" He put his hands in his trousers pockets and kept biting at his lip, clearly nervous all of sudden.
Hermione studied Ron wondering if now was truly a good time to talk to him about her and Fred. With everything that was going on between Harry and Ron, and the new threat that had come to Hogwarts, maybe telling Ron…her stomach did a few flips and she looked down again at her textbook. Her mind quickly went through the many things she could say to him and she chickened out. "Try not to push Harry too much. He's so stressed out about what happened, so I would back off and leave him alone right now."
Ron stared at her with his eyebrows drawn together, "So you think I should stop talking to him?"
Hermione wasn't sure that was really how she felt, but for a lack of something else to say to him she agreed. "Yes, he'll come to you when he wants to talk." Why did she think that she could tell him about her and his older brother? There was no way he'd understand what was going on between them. In fact, she wasn't sure she truly understood what was going on between her and Fred. Speak of the devil, the twins and Lee came into the common room laughing and teasing each other about something. They hadn't seen Hermione and Ron on the sofa, but Fred came to a complete stop when he finally did. He stared at his little brother and Hermione like he couldn't believe what was in front of him. She looked up at him and almost stopped breathing. Her fingers went up to trace her lips where not long ago Fred's lips had been pressed against hers.
Fred's eyes were gazing at her fingers that were lingering on her lips. Ron watched his brothers with a grimace, "What do you want? It can't be something good. Remember what mum said about you using your products on us again."
"Does ickle Ronnikins worry that he'll end up a pig again?" George asked with a laugh.
Ron stood up and pushed his way around George running up the stairs, "Just remember that mum likes to send Howlers."
"Oh, he's really scaring me." George laughed along with Lee, as Fred stood silently watching Hermione. "Come on, let's go bother Ron again while he's still upset." George and Lee bounded up the stairs and headed towards the fifth year's dorm room.
Fred stood watching his twin and other best mate go off to pester Ron. "Sit down Fred." She thought about using the line she'd previously used on Ron, but seriously she wouldn't mind nibbling on Fred here and there.
"Why does all of this seem so strange?"
"Maybe because it is."
Fred gave a halfhearted laugh, "Did you tell him?"
"Did I tell him what?" Hermione said slyly not looking at Fred.
Fred reached out and lifted her chin up, "Did you tell Ron about us? That had to be the reason you were sitting alone with him."
"Of course that was the only reason I'd be sitting alone with him and not because we've been best friends for going on five years." She said dryly to him. Heaven help her if getting with Fred meant she had to give up her friendship with Ron and Harry. It wasn't going to happen.
"This isn't going to be easy is it?" Fred said quietly to her as he placed his hand on her back. He started drawing circles on her back that seemed to calm her inside.
"Maybe the first night back is not the best time to drop information like this into the boys laps; especially after the new toad, I mean teacher has come to terrorize Hogwarts." Hermione closed her eyes as Fred continued to rub her back with long strokes. She started humming with satisfaction as her skin tingled with his touch.
"Well, if you're not in a hurry, I won't be either. But realize that means more sneaking around." Fred said as he brought his hands up to cup her face.
"At least I'm with one of the biggest sneaks Hogwarts has ever seen." Hermione said as Fred's lips once again found hers. All thoughts of Ron, sneaking around Hogwarts, and ugly women wearing hideous pink clothes were lost as warm lips and eager hands were turning her into mush.
Fred stood pulling Hermione up with him, "Come with me and I'll show you one of our many hiding places." Hermione didn't say a word as she followed him out of the Gryffindor common room.
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So at least these two are talking again. There's always ups and downs when you first get together with someone and they seem to have many things happening. Thanks for the new people reading the story and those that have been here from the beginning. Any reviews are always helpful and exciting!
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