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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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Playing With Granger: Chapter 8
The next day, Hermione wanted to be there with Fred when he told George and Lee about how they were now officially together. It was also going to be a good idea to let him know sooner, rather than later, that Hermione was going to be a business partner with the twins. It seemed like the Universe was against them because there had been no good time to spill the beans to either boy. Then the disaster of Defense Against the Dark Arts class with their new monster of a professor had really distracted Hermione. Harry couldn't keep his now incredibly large mouth shut and got himself thrown into a night detention with Umbridge. Ron had tried to help her get him to stop talking, but his anger made him not listen to either one of them. The only response they'd gotten was a menacing glare from Harry's piercing green eyes.
Hermione wandered outside onto the front lawn until she saw Fred in the distance. He waved to her and she went running onto the grass and stopped at the edge of the great lake. The water looked so inviting after all of the running around she'd done so far today.
"So, did you have any luck with George or Lee?" she dropped her bag on the ground, placing a cushioning charm on the spot next to it and plopped down.
"No, though I'm surprised that Ronniekins didn't run to him with the big news." Fred spat out, clearly in a bad mood. He sat straight up looking out over the lake, squinting, as the sun was still bright.
"What's wrong with you? Have you been hanging around with 'Harry I'm always in a rage and my mouth gets me into trouble at every turn'?" Her head shook with disgust as she thought about what had happened earlier.
"Did I miss something? What did Mr. Bubbly do now?" Fred sat down taking her hand in his. His thumb started tracing calming patterns over the back of her hand. She actually was able to stop, take a deep breath, and let it out slowly while tipping her head upwards and letting the sun soak into her skin. "Well?" Fred grinned, "I can't believe what I'm seeing? You're doing something so un-Hermione like, actually relaxing for a moment."
Hermione reached out and smacked Fred in the head while sighing, "Let's just say that Umbridge won't choose Harry as student of the week after today." Hermione studied Fred out of the corner of her eye.
Fred snickered, "I'm guessing Harry isn't winning any popularity contests these days with his friends or his teachers." He grinned as he nudged Hermione's shoulder.
"It was kind of humorous though to see Umbridge flinch and her eye twitch every time Harry spat out that Voldemort was back." Hermione's eyes flashed with mischief, "Those stubby legs of her can jump quite high when she's provoked by Harry."
"What was Ron doing during all of this?" Fred asked.
"Tucking his head down on his desk like every other sane person in class. Sadly, I think I started it all when Professor Umbridge wrote her course aims on the blackboard, and I might have said she'd listed nothing about using the defensive spells, only studying them. Professor Umbridge then explained that the Ministry does not want underage wizards practicing spells that are dangerous and unnecessary. That's when Harry exploded, explaining that we must be prepared to fight Voldemort. Bam! Now Harry has a week of detention with the hag." Hermione sighed realizing how she'd accidentally set Harry off which made him explode at Umbridge's words.
Fred leaned over and tapped her nose, "My, aren't you the trouble maker." His crazy smile made her laugh as her mouth curved into a smile.
"I supposed I was, and it actually doesn't make me feel all that sad." She turned to face him. "In fact, if I'm to keep up with my present company's shenanigans, I'll need to be doing more of that trouble making." She winked, pulling another smile from him.
They were now both facing each other, Hermione sitting within Fred's long, outstretched legs. His arms came out to pull her even closer as they settled around her waist. "Granger, you're lucky that I'm such a great teacher."
"I'm so glad that you are humble too," Hermione said before Fred leaned in to give her a kiss that made her breathless. Her fingers wove into his ginger hair, as she returned the kiss with as much fervor as it had been given. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that kissing Fred Weasley would feel this good. Now she was sure she was addicted to his kisses and her heart never wanted them to stop.

Ron sat in the Gryffindor common room waiting for Harry to come back from detention. Hermione had wandered off and was probably with his stupid older brother. How had that happened anyway? He kind of felt foolish sitting there by himself when it had always been him, Harry, and Hermione together. Looking around the room he noticed Parvati and Lavender sitting in the corner whispering to each other. Were they looking at him? They always seemed to be gossiping about someone.
George and Lee walking into the room interrupted his thoughts. "Why are you sitting by yourself little brother? No one wants to play with you today?"
Ron glared at George, as his forehead furrowed in frustration, "What's it to you?"
George was only taken aback for a moment, "Just trying to be cordial, brother. Where are your other two mates?"
Ron didn't like how George was treating him as if he was dumb, "You should know, after all, your other half is with Hermione." His face reddened as he thought of how he didn't like being left by himself.
George came and plopped down next to him with raised eyebrows, "What are you yakking about?" His arm went around his brother slapping him on the shoulder.
Ron's mouth hung open realizing that maybe he'd just put his foot in his mouth. Maybe Hermione and Fred hadn't officially told George about them being together. Hermione had said they wanted to be the ones to tell George and Lee the news. "Oops…I…need to go up to my room, or to bed, you know to sleep or study…"
"Now I know that's crap coming out of your pie hole if you're talking about studying without Granger by your side." George's eyes narrowed at his brother as he looked over to Lee who just shrugged his shoulders at him.
Ron wanted to feel bad for what he'd just done. He wanted to feel a little guilty for spilling the beans before the new lovebirds had a chance to tell the whole world, but he just didn't have it in him tonight. He stood up shaking off his older brother's arm. "You need to find them yourself." He started up the stairs leaving the two older boys sitting on the sofa, not caring that he'd been rather rude to his own brother.
George and Lee looked at each other, "So mate, I think we must go on a hunt for my better half. What say you?"

George and Lee found Fred wandering through the halls of Hogwarts with a goofy look on his face staring at the portraits that lined the walls. Fred almost seemed to be dancing, kicking up his leg, then twirling around waving his wand and producing silvery sparks shot in the air in the shapes of hearts. George almost fell over with laughter surprising his twin out of his stupor.
"Oi! Why are you sneaking up on me brother?" Fred shouted out as he stuffed his wand in his pocket.
"We were looking for you lover boy. We've been hearing rumors about you and came to see if they were true." George wagged his eyes at Fred, "From the looks of things, I'd say the rumors are true, Lee."
"I see a dancing man, shooting hearts, and a lovesick grin on his face; the only thing missing is the woman in question." Lee stood arms crossed and tapping the side of his head as if he were thinking.
Fred stood silently watching his best friends take the Mickey out of him, but he didn't cave to their teasing. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He tried to ignore the smug look on George's face.
"The game's up mate…where's Granger?" George and Lee started grinning when they noticed the look on Fred's face.
"Who do I need to kill? Tell me who has the big mouth that can't be shut. Warn them I'm on my way to do exactly that!" Fred wondered if it was Harry who'd spilled the secret, even though he'd promised that he wouldn't say anything and would let he and Hermione tell his twin about them.
"George, remind me to tell Ron to run as fast as he can the next time he sees Fred," Lee said with a straight face.
"Blimey, that sounds like an excellent idea Lee." George pulled out a pretend scroll and quill and started writing, "Warn my dumb arse younger brother, Ron, that his older and quite handsome brother Fred, who I might add, is extremely pissed off and coming to kick his lily-white and freckled arse." George looked up and gave a huge smile seeming very pleased with himself and his "dictation."
"Come on Georgie, and you too Lee, I have much I need to share with the both of you. Let's go to our secret location." Fred turned and George and Lee smiled at having convinced Fred in their own way to tell them about Hermione.
Even with all of the activity in the common room,
Hermione noticed how quiet Harry had become since spending several nights in detention with Umbridge. In fact, he hadn't said anything at all to either her or Ron about what Umbridge had him doing during his several hours of detention.
"Harry, when are you going to talk to us about your detentions?" Hermione was trying to get Harry to open up.
He turned to her his face reddening, "I thought you were too busy with Fred to even know I was going to detention."
Hermione slugged his arm, "Harry Potter that's not fair. What's wrong with you?" She then went to pull him closer to her when Harry cried out in pain and flinched at her touch.
"What is this on your…I must not tell lies," Hermione slipped him a shocked glance, "What is that beastly woman having you do?"
Harry shook her hand off, "It's nothing, Hermione. Don't make a big deal of it." He avoided looking into her eyes and sat staring at the fire. Harry had never been so secretive before this year, especially with his best friends.
"What do you mean don't make a big deal. She, a professor, is hurting you. What is doing this?" Her voice sounded high and shrill as she questioned him pointing to the words engraved on his arm.
Harry's shoulder's sagged as he gave a great sigh, "A Blood Quill. She makes me use it every night. I write the same words every night for three hours until she lets me leave." He jammed his hands into his trouser pockets.
"A blood quill is an object of dark magical torture. Is she crazy?" Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing. This "punishment" was from someone employed by The Ministry for Magic? Things were getting a lot more complicated for those on the side of light. It worried her about who was truly running the Wizarding World now that Voldemort was back.
"I think that definition would describe her perfectly. I really hate her." Harry looked a mixture of anger and frustration. "There isn't anything I can do Hermione. I don't want you getting involved, you'll just get hurt."
"Harry, that isn't fair telling me not to get involved. You're one of my best friends and you're hurting, so that means I do something."
Harry looked at her with defiance, shrugging his shoulders, "It's not going to change anything and I'm not going to quit telling the truth about Voldemort. I don't care what that hag says."
"But, Harry…" Hermione tried to argue but he interrupted her by putting his hand firmly over her mouth and shook his head at her. His green eyes narrowing as he stared at her.
Jumping up he glared saying, "Forget it, Hermione. I mean it. You'll only make it worst by shoving your nose into it."
Hermione sat opened mouthed watching one of her best friends turn his back on her and stomp away. Her head was pounding with the news that he'd shared with her about Umbridge and the torture she was dishing out to Harry. She needed to tell someone about this or she felt she'd implode. Looking around the common room busy with students studying and others chatting and playing games, she felt panicked.
The common room door was thrown open where Lee, George, and Fred entered with boisterous laughter while playfully slapping each other. She cocked her eyebrow at them wondering what high jinks they'd been up to tonight. When those three were together there were no limits to what they'd do.
George and Lee continued smacking each other and headed to the corner window where Angelina and Katie were discussing something, their heads close together. Fred stopped suddenly noticing Hermione who sat glumly sporting a frown.
"So, Granger, what's made you so blue this fabulous evening?" He draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close to him.
"I want to kill Umbridge, " Hermione said matter of fact without showing any emotion. She stared straight ahead into the fire and her arms were folded snuggly against her stomach. Fred could tell something major had happened but knew he had his work cut out for him trying to get Hermione to open up.
"That sounds fine, how do you want to go about doing that?" Fred continued watching her, noticing that she wasn't looking at him and still sat as if in a daze. He knew that if his humor wasn't budging her at all to speak more, then this really must be serious.
His hand brushed against her cheek, caressing her when it became wet and he noticed the tears falling down her face. Tilting her chin up he finally made her look at him, "Love, you're worrying me. Did she do something to you?" A fierce blaze of protectiveness shot through him wanting to hurt anyone that would harm her. Where it came from suddenly he couldn't say, but he knew he needed to do something to protect the girl who was slowly stealing his heart.
Shaking her head she said, "It wasn't me, it's Harry. He's being tortured during his detentions with the old toad."
I was going to write more, but this conversation between Hermione and Fred will continue in the next chapter. I feel terrible it's been so long since the last chapter posted, but I've had several work crises that have made my life hellish. My mind wasn't tuned into my writing or reading, but things are much better and the Muse has decided to return.
Thanks again for all of the support I'm getting for this story. I truly love where it's headed right now and I'm still not sure how long it will be, but I'm always open to your thoughts and suggestions of what you'd like to read.
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