#fremione events

[ihopuhopwehop]

Oh no! Another major historical event! Time to do a deep dive into the archive of our own.

[tryingssss]

the two dropouts

- fremione

- friends to lovers

- canon events but these two are a thing

[elliemarchetti]

Marvellous

A Fremione drabble for @liquidluckdrabblechallenge

Words: 496

Leaning against the balustrade, Hermione watched the fireworks with eyes full of wonder. Obviously she’d seen them before, both among the Muggles and the Wizards, but this time they were different, animated in such complex shapes that they took her breath away every time new ones appeared in the night sky. Even Fred, whom thought to knew a lot about them by now, was enchanted by the vision, but his favourite thing of the event was the red and white sparks reflected in the hazel eyes he found himself searching whenever he entered a room. As Hermione watched the scene with rapt attention, she didn’t notice how the expression of her best friend’s brother had softened, nor was she able to compare it to the one she faced a few months later, while crossing the Great Hall arm in arm with Viktor Krum, but Fred knew it had to be the same. As soon as the Quidditch player had gone away to get her something to drink he had asked her to dance, Angelina lost in who knows what animated conversation with George, and for a moment everything had been as it should have. Hermione had let the stress of the event wash over her, and rested her head against his chest when the song changed from lively to slow.

“I didn’t make you an expert dancer,” she whispered, when the time had come to return to their respective partners.

“I’m always happy to surprise you,” he replied, his heart breaking into a thousand pieces at the devastating smile the girl he had undeniably fallen in love with had given to someone he could never be. The memories of the Yule Ball still had a bittersweet taste by the time his birthday came, and with it the first gift Hermione had ever given him.

“I thought it might be useful,” she simply told him, a crooked and even slightly embarrassed smile painted on her lips as she handed him the package, small enough to fit in his pocket.

“I guess you got the same thing for George too,” he’d replied before he could even thank her, because it was the norm when it came to them. Twins, therefore the same. But Hermione shook her head, her cheeks suspiciously red.

“I got something only for you,” she’d finally admitted, when she’d managed to regain the gift of speech. “Make good use of it.”

Fred had opened the box, so carefully wrapped, as soon as Hermione had turned the corner. How long has she been following him to make sure she found him alone? And why has she gotten something just for him? Every question spun out of his mind as soon as he saw the content. Tempest in a Bottle was the most expensive item available from Zonko, something he’d never dreamed of being able to afford. Tied to the thin glass neck, was a note, written in Hermione's unmistakable neat handwriting.

For you next marvellous feat.

[rigginsstreet]

WIP Wednesday Game (28 FEB 24)

tagged by @lorifragolina

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

wips: -why must i be a teenager in love (harringrove) -now you wanna try your life with sin (fremione riverdale) -billy chrismukkah (harringrove/billy & the holloways) -nobodys gonna save you ch2 (harringrove) -town under water sequel (fredsythe riverdale) snippet from nobodys gonna save you ch2:

“What- What girl?” Steve’s voice comes out soft, strained. Eyes squeezed shut because his head must hurt so bad. “Max?”

Billy thinks of his sister, all fiery red hair and an attitude to match. He hopes she doesn’t find out about this. Doesn’t need to have one more reason to think less of him. He wants her to remember the last time she saw him - maybe still not the ideal brother she wanted, but at least one who was trying to be less of a dick than before.

“No,” the thing responds. And it pulls up a memory of Billy driving the Camaro, glancing in the rearview mirror at Max and Jane singing along to the radio as he played chauffeur. “The other girl. Jane.” The name rolls off unfamiliar on his tongue now.

Steve’s eyes go wide, realization kicking in. “No. Billy! Billy, come on, look at me, I know you’re in there!”

“Tell. Me.” the thing demands, impatience and anger growing. And Billy watches as his own hands reach out to wrap around Steve’s throat, squeezing tight until Steve can’t form words anymore, only painful gargles and choked coughing coming from his mouth.

tagging @memes-saved-me @kiraixi @thatgirlwithasquid @imsodishy @lazybakerart

[dhr-ao3]

The world we change

The world we change https://ift.tt/lAVIs0o by Hello2628 During the final battle of Hogwarts something Extraordinary happens changing the course of time in order to protect the students Of Hogwarts. Hermione Granger now has to navigate through this new world while trying to find away to save the world she left behind. Will she be able to save everyone and still keep her secrets? Read about this adventure through time and what happens because of it. Secrets are revealed, connections are made, and history is created as the gryffindor princess tries to save both her new family and her old one. Welcome to the story of Hermione Aria Black.   This story Does not follow canon events!!!!! Mention of the following: Abuse PTSD Torture Death Underage drinking Drug abuse Anxiety disorders Depression Words: 364, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of The truth of Hermione Black Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Andromeda Black Tonks, Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Remus Lupin, peter pettigrew 🤮, Lily Evans Potter, James Potter, Severus Snape, Pandora Lovegood, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Regulus Black/Marlene McKinnon, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Andromeda Black Tonks/Ted Tonks, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Dromione - Freeform, timetravel, Ron Weasley Bashing, Andromeda Black Tonks Bashing, Nymphadora Tonks Bashing, wolfstar, past fremione, Child Abuse, Torture, Character Death, golden trio in marauders era, Dark Hermione Granger, Weasley Bashing, not Fred and George, Long Lost Daughter, Secrets via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/yOYHNCm June 23, 2023 at 09:42PM

[hey-there-juliet]

Fremione's Fabulous Summer Bingo - 2022!

We, from the Fremione Forever discord server, are excited to welcome you to the very first Fremione's Fabulous Summer Bingo!

Throughout the summer, the goal is to use as many of these summer-themed words to come up with the most amazing fics, drabbles or fanart you possibly can!

How to use this card:

• if you get a 'bingo' by using all the words in a row, column, or diagonal, upload your bingo card with the boxes you used crossed off.

• You can use as many words as you like in a single project, or work on a different project for every word, or a mix of both. Whatever makes you happy!

• You can also use this card to take requests for fics or fanart from your followers, just reblog this with a note saying you're open for prompts.

• Please use the tags #ffsbingo2022, #fremionebingo and #fremione forever.

• The deadline is September 1st (aka everyone's got until the Hogwarts Express pulls into Hogsmeade to get a bingo, lol).

• Credit where credit's due: this idea was borrowed from @doctorroseprompts and inspired by their own bingo cards and guidelines.

• And thank you @teh-kris-eh for the amazing card!

Have fun, and let us know if you have any questions!

@hey-there-juliet

@mamisketches

@xxprettylittletimebombxx

[dresupi]

A song for Fremione?

Ohhhh!  I love this ship!  :D  

I like:  [Apple Trees - Ozma]  

[thestanceyg]

NOT FOR ALL THE GOLD

He's a frat boy. He's the king of the jokers; a hard core partier. He believes in connections, not classes. She's student council president. She's the queen of campus; the face of admissions. She believes it's what you know, not who you know.

It's too bad they hate each other online. He's forever posting on the college reddit requests for people's class notes or info about what will be on the test. She's forever scolding him about not doing his work. He shares pictures of unlocked bikes stuck up in trees. It's heavily implied that he put them there. She's always trying to track down where it is to help the owner get it back down. She posts about StuCo events and he comments on every last one "LAME."

They meet one night when she's heading home from the library and he's on his way to grab more beer for a party. Together they stop a guy from harassing a drunk girl. She helps the girl get home while he makes sure the guy doesn't follow, and if the asshole learns a lesson too, well, no one's there to say anything about it.

They keep seeing the other around campus, but never get a chance to actually talk. The best they can do is a smile or nod across the quad. Neither of them are satisfied. They want more, but the other is swallowed up in the crowd before they can do anything.

But then, the girl-- Daphne-- makes a post looking for the guy and girl that helped her that night two weeks ago. What will they do when they both reply to the post and realize the bane of their online existence is also the one person they can't get out of their head from that night.

A  Fremione story told in Reddit posts, text messages, and snap chats.

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So....I have been trying to write this for over a month now, and I’m struggling. It’s still on my to-do, but it was supposed to be a lovely birthday gift for @dresupi and we are well past that now. So, instead here’s a mood board and a synopsis. Hopefully someday the fic will be a reality.

[fedonciadale]

hi! i’ve been in my dramione feels lately but i’ve been pretty removed from the fandom for the last ... uh, eight or so years?? and i don’t know what’s good out there! can you give me some fic recs 🥰 you’re a flawless jonsa and i trust your judgment! thank you!

Hi there!

Thanks for the trust!

I’m quite shameless and rec my own fic.... The Phoenix Potion - It somehow became huge.... But I’m actually quite proud of that fic.... Foreshadowing, plot twists, and hidden hints. It’s a mystery in the present time, but canon events and my Dramione twisted version of them come into play.... And the solution lies in the past....Not yet finished though, although I had originally planned on 30 maybe 40 chapters.... haha!

If you are into HEA and want to laugh I would rec everything by @kyonomiko. In their fics, everyone stays much in character. My favourite must be Waifs and Strays where Draco becomes an animagus and moves in with Hermione and Harry as a ... no not a ferret, a marten. It’s funny and cute ..... (finished)

If you like school fics look at the fics by @dramionedaydream (diamonddaydream on AO3) Draco takes a mark is finished.

If you are into Slytherin as supportive friends you should give @riane-b13 and their Clothes maketh the man a try. I love Neville in that fic. I love him anyway, but in this fic he is particularly nice.

@heyjude19-writing quite recently started what I would say is a coffeeshop AU.... (Remain nameless) Mutual pining and angst galore though (and later well earned smut), and I’m quite sure that the revelation of their relationship will not go as well as they hope...

If you are into angsty war fics you might like Entanglement by @blankfishxx . It’s almost too painful for me....

A nice Epilogue what Epilogue is Hermione Granger and that Damn Malfoy Boy by aurelia_21. With this fic I persuaded @really-sad-devil-guy to give Dramione a try....

An education by icognitoro has Draco very, very much in character and is also EWE as is Somewhere down the line by nifizzle which has Draco as an author (and a solution to the Dramione dilemma which I guessed!). Both are finished.

Not quite dark magic by @hiccupfound is finished as well, and it has a very interesting ‘grey’ order and is a war fic (and has some Fremione).

Clean and Marked by @olivieblake actually made me revisit the Dramione ship. They are HBP and TDH AUs and finished as well and are sort of classics.

As HBP and TDH AUs go, I also liked Chosen by 5moreminutes very much. Draco is very much in character, and they explore the idea of the elder wand much better than in canon if you ask me.

Pièce de Résistance by allforobscurereferences doesn’t have that many chapters yet but is a very promising Marriage law fic.

I also liked The Best of Me by @mrsren which is a ‘Hermione was obliviated’ fic and finished (and has an adorable Scorpius).

The Binding by @curlykay is a fic that goes through the Hogwarts years, canon bent and has an adorable peacock on the grounds of Malfoy Manor who should be an honourable member of the Order of the Phoenix....

The Cursed Bracelet by nerd_mom_writer is an Eighth Year fic which I find particularly intriguing.

No rec list would be complete without Wait and Hope by @mightbewriting. This is just too good to be true.... And the author drops the prequel as well, chapter by chapter (Beginning and End)

And I read anything @senlinyu writes. I don’t especially like war fics, especially if Draco is too dark or if it’s to gritty but I read Manacled (and I actually have a post in my drafts, why I like it so much, even though Draco is fucked up and the whole world it takes place in is incredibly depressing), I abhor A/B/O fics, they are really, really, really not my cup of tea and yet I read hers (All you want). She has also a very, very nice DracoVeela fic (Love and Other Misfortunes). I actually like DracoVeela, so if pressed I would probably say that this is my favourite amongst senlinyu’s fics.

So, as you can see I went through my bookmarks and my subscriptions and tried to set up a nice bouquet of Dramione fics with some finished, some unfinished, some popular, some maybe not yet popular enough and a variation of tropes.... And I’m sure I forgot some which I liked.

There are some very popular fics out there, which I haven’t read yet.... So I won’t say anything about them.

As every rec list, this is very very subjective.

I tried to @ the authors whenever I know their tumblr. Anybody, feel free to alert me if you know some more and I’ll edit this post.

Thanks for the ask that gave me the opportunity to gush about fics I like...

Edited for links.

[gingerteaonthetardis]

i was tagged by @rosie-tyler, @lostinfic, and @kelkat9 to share what i'm currently up to. thanks, guys!

last song: dedicated to the one i love by the mamas & the papas, because i am currently on a major sixties kick and have been listening exclusively to a sixties chill playlist on spotify. i want to write a twelverose au set then so baaaaad, but i just. do not have the spoons.

last movie: i've been traveling and it's been well over a week since i've watched a movie and as a certified goldfish, my memory doesn't extend back that far.

currently reading: the death of vivek oji by akwaeke emezi and written on the body by jeanette winterson. i've also been listening to the audiobook for riot baby by tochi onyebuchi while i piece together my blanket.

currently watching: the v*mpire di*ries. not to tell on myself, but anytime i undergo some sort of traumatic event, i fall back on this show because i loved it as a teenager and it makes me feel safe. even though it is—oh my god, so bad.

currently working on: too many things, and also. absolutely nothing. i'm giving myself a little break to deal with my grief and apathy before i try to get back into the writing game. but when i do, i have a fremione WIP to finish, a tenrose mermaid au follow-up to finish, and then... maybe... i want to get back into writing prompts? i don't know.

currently playing: at being a real human person. (also, stardew valley, on occasion.)

tagging: @tuffetu, @deardiary17, @sunnibits, @sunniebelle, and @not-jodie-yet!

[seriouslyhermione]

Wanna Bet? [1/2]

Summary: After Ron insists Fred doesn't have a chance with Hermione, he decides to put money on it. The bet? Simple: Hermione must agree to go on a date with Fred before the New Year. Fred thinks it should be fairly easy to pull off--as long as Hermione doesn’t kill him when he tells her.

Warnings: Language, American writer attempting to use British slang, mild Ron bashing (necessary for the plot and not exactly ooc)

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fred Weasley

Word Count: 5.5k

Request: fremione fake-dating??? maybe someone did a bet that fred couldn't date her and everyone was being mean to her bc ron is w lavender and they expected her to be w him, and fred (who has feelings for her obv) is like "not oN MY WATCH" and he's like "let's fake date so we'll get money out of this suckers" idk!!! hi hope you're well

Fred watched Hermione smile the way one might watch a child fall off a training broom after trying to mount it for the first time: fond, pitying, just the slightest bit amused.

None of the others noticed it, the way her eyes didn’t light up in joy or how her smile was a bit too stiff to be natural. But he did. Likely because he had been the only one to elicit a real, genuine grin out of the witch in the past six months or so. He spent enough time staring at her, he should certainly know the difference by now, even if no one else did.

Harry, he would give a pass to as he had his hands a bit full with his godson running around the room and being forced to sit through wedding planning with Molly as Ginny only rolled her eyes in the background. Poor bloke really was stretched thin these days, and Fred knew he still made a conscious effort to reach out to Hermione and include her in his life despite it. Not noticing her silent suffering in a room filled with noisy celebrations was almost understandable, all things considered.

Ron, on the other hand, was on thin fucking ice.

He should have noticed how uncomfortable Hermione was the second he announced that Lavender Brown would be coming to their family Christmas. Should have given in when Hermione politely tried to extract herself from the event in anticipation of the unbearable awkwardness that was sure to come with attending a dinner with your ex-boyfriend, his annoying new (old) girlfriend, and said ex-boyfriend’s entire family.

But then again, Ron did have it right when he (rather untactfully) pointed out that she didn’t exactly have anyone else to spend the holiday with.

He was supposed to be the one who knew her best though, despite their (mostly) amicable break-up nine months ago. They were still friends, after all, and they were better as such anyway. But it would be uncomfortable for anyone to watch their ex-boyfriend/best friend intermittently sneak off with his new girlfriend that he just so happened to have a rather spotty history with, only to come back to engage in conversation about their other best friend’s wedding and oh Won Won, I just love the way the cream napkins set off the lavender table clothes. I do hope we can incorporate that color scheme in our wedding, never mind that they weren’t even engaged.

Fred was feeling rather nauseous himself, if he was being honest, and he had never been in a relationship with either of them. He couldn’t imagine how Hermione felt, standing with her back against the fireplace as though she were just waiting for the opportunity to make a quick escape through the Floo network. But the forced smile and uncomfortable way she was hugging herself as she clutched her wine glass in a vice grip told him enough, even if no one else could be bothered to notice.

“You’re staring again,” a voice nearly identical to his own warned from next to him, and he immediately averted his gaze. But it was too late.

“Still pining, eh Freddy?” Charlie teased, flopping down next to Fred on the sofa, throwing his arm over his shoulders.

George scoffed into his glass of firewhiskey at his other side, and any gratitude Fred held towards him for the too-late warning faded instantly. He caught Bill’s eye from where he sat in the armchair to their left, and his rather wolfish grin told him that he had noticed as well, though he kindly chose not to say anything.

Which was precisely why he was his favorite brother. After George of course.

Well, after George on a good day. Today just happened to not be.

“Of course,” George said, rolling his eyes in what could only be described as fond exasperation. “I don’t know if he could make it more obvious at this point.”

“I am not obvious,” Fred hissed, hoping they would understand and lower their damn voices before they drew even more attention to his unfortunate state of being.

That is to say, his rather inopportunely timed attraction to one Hermione Granger, of course.

“You stare at her,” George said, tone flat and uncharacteristic frown tugging at his lips. “You send her ‘trials’ from the shop like a dedicated husband would send his wife flowers. You have dinner with her once a week just to ‘catch up,’ like either of you are really that interesting—”

“Oi!”

“—and you get this look on your face whenever she laughs, like she’s made your entire day just by existing.”

“Right,” Charlie said, though he sounded a bit unsure. Fred didn’t blame him. No one knew him like George did, and usually his twin had the good grace not to blab his business to anyone else. But apparently his tongue got a little too loose after three glasses of firewhiskey and four months of watching his brother pine after a certain curly-haired witch. “What he said. But you know that nothing can come of it right?”

Fred grit his teeth and ignored the sympathetic look George was pulling in an attempt to convey his own feelings on the subject. He simply sipped at his drink and hoped that his obnoxious and overly intoxicated brothers would find something else to talk about before he lost his temper.

And really, when had that been a problem before? Fred and George were both known for their laid-back and carefree demeanor, but he supposed there had always been something about Hermione Granger that got under his skin and brought out the worst (and best) in him. Thoughts of his fourth year and an attempted attack on Malfoy came to mind, and his lips twitched up without his permission as they so often did when he thought of Hermione.

He really was in trouble, despite his efforts to play it cool. But no one else needed to know that.

“Lay off him,” Bill finally cut in, taking pity on him. “He knows better, no sense in rubbing salt in the wound, yeah?”

And suddenly Percy was Fred’s favorite brother, which was a rather clear indicator of where all of the others currently ranked on his shit list.

“Do I though?” Fred couldn’t resist challenging with a mischievous smirk, if only because he was completely over this conversation and everyone telling him what he can and can’t do and who he can and can’t fancy.

“Fred,” George warned lowly, regret for having started his conversation clear on his face. “Let’s not get into this here, yeah?”

Fred inhaled deeply, ready to concede and make a quick retreat to his room before another voice cut in.

“Get into what?”

All four Weasley brothers turned their head as one to look at their youngest brother. Fred would have been amazed that he had managed to extricate himself from his lovely girlfriend who had a habit of clinging to him like an octopus in heat were he not so concerned that he had just overheard every word they had said leading up to this interruption.

“You’re not talking about ‘Mione, are you?”

Which he had, apparently.

Fred shrugged, feigning indifference even as his heart started beating uncomfortably fast in his chest.

George, ever faithful to his twin, downed the rest of his (rather full) glass of firewhiskey and used the subsequent burning of his throat as an excuse not to respond.

Charlie shifted uncomfortably and looked at a particularly fascinating wall across the room, far away from Ron’s expectant eyes and Hermione’s completely oblivious form, still reclined against the fireplace.

Bill got up and walked away without a word. Fred had always suspected he was the smartest of them all.

“You are!” Ron exclaimed, and Fred braced for the impact of his anger, fingers twitching against his wand in anticipation of casting a silencing charm before he could cause a scene. But then Ron was laughing, and Fred almost wished he would yell at him instead.

“C’mon mate,” Ron chortled, falling gracelessly into the seat Bill had vacated. “Hermione? You can’t be serious!”

“Careful there, Won Won,” George cautioned when Fred only raised a brow in a bid to keep things from escalating and catching the attention of a certain witch. “We haven’t questioned your current… romantic interests. You would do well to return the favor.”

Ron snorted and Fred felt his temper rise in kind.

“Relax, I’m not trying to start anything. Just surprised is all,” Ron answered, voice a bit calmer, though the amusement was still clear on his face. Fred knew that he really had gotten a better handle on his temper after the war, but he suspected his laidback attitude had less to do with self-control and more to do with a complete lack of concern. He tried not to be offended by the implication.

“I mean, really. Hermione?” Ron said again, as though just repeating her name would make Fred realize how hopeless it was. As though he didn’t already know. “I couldn’t make it work with her, and we’ve certainly got more in common than the two of you would. It just doesn’t make sense.”

Try as he might, Fred was officially offended. And when Fred was offended (and admittedly, slightly inebriated), he tended to make poor decisions.

“Oh really? Care to make a wager?”

Ron scoffed, George paled, Charlie choked on his drink, and Bill circled back around to listen in at a careful distance. Fred didn’t care. Ron was being a git—to both him and Hermione—and if he had to do something that was extremely likely to blow up in his face to make a point well… no one had ever accused him of making sensible decisions, had they?

“A wager? What are you on about now?”

“Well, Won Won, you just implied that Hermione would never date me,” Fred answered, speaking slowly in the way he knew made Ron feel like a bit of an idiot. Which he often was. “I think you’re wrong. Are you willing to put money on it?”

“Fred,” George cut in as Ron’s face turned an alarming shade of red, “I don’t think this is a great idea. Maybe just let it go, yeah?”

For the briefest moment, Fred considered taking his twin’s advice. He was, after all, the closest thing Fred had to a voice of reason.

But then, from across the room, Fred heard a simpering voice—

“Oh Hermione, didn’t you bring someone with you? You look so lonely over there all by yourself!”

—and he knew that this had to stop, one way or another.

“No, George, I don’t think I will let this go. If Ron is so sure that Hermione would never be interested in me, then what does he have to lose by putting a little money on it?”

Of course, Fred was smart enough to know that there was plenty of things wrong with making Hermione the object of a bet, but he also knew that he would deal with that after he wiped that smug look off of Ron’s face.

And if the fierce frown on his bright red face was anything to go by, Fred had already succeeded there.

“Alright, fine,” Ron seethed, “if you want to be a git about it, sure. Twenty galleons says you can’t get Hermione to go on a date with you by the end of the year. Deal?”

Fred knew he should refuse—twenty galleons was a lot of money, New Year’s Eve was only six days away, Hermione would kill him when she found out—but what he said was, “Done.”

And then he stood up and strode over to the woman of his dreams without another word and, realistically speaking, without a hope in the world of getting her to agree to a date with him once she knew what he’d done.

.:.

The holidays were the hardest, Hermione knew.

At first, it was just the reminder of all they had lost during the war. Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Dumbledore, Moody, even Snape. Her parents were the worst though. Despite the fact they were both alive and perfectly happy in Australia, it stung to know that they would never know they once had a daughter who had to erase their memories of her to keep them safe.

(And, if she were being honest, that’s what hurt the most—knowing they were so happy without her, even if she was relieved that they were able to live safely without knowledge of her world.)

But it also reminded them of what they still had but very nearly lost.

Fred, who was in a coma for weeks before finally waking up after the wall collapsed on him.

Lavender, who Greyback had mauled, but had thankfully been ripped away by Hermione’s hex before he could do any fatal damage.

Which brought her to why holidays still sucked, three years after the war and nearly a year after her split from Ron.

“Oh Won Won, come over quick! There’s mistletoe in the kitchen that I didn’t notice before!”

Hermione was over Ron, she really was. After two years of giving it their best, their relationship never did feel as comfortable as it had when they were just friends: they fought too much and shared so little in common interests once defeating Voldemort was taken out of the equation. He could never follow her when she talked about her workday or projects she was working on, and it only served to make him feel stupid and lash out.

They really just weren’t suited for domestic bliss, something they had both finally admitted and come to terms with. Luckily, they were still friends thanks to this mutual understanding.

However, there were certainly downsides to remaining close friends with your ex, and one of those happened to be sitting through an awkward holiday celebration where said ex swapped a concerning amount of spit and wedding talk with a woman she had once been terribly jealous of.

Now, it was just annoying and uncomfortable, watching a family she considered her own in so many ways fawn over Ron’s new girlfriend and leave her to hold up the fireplace all on her own without so much as a “How have you been Hermione?”.

It was preferable to conversation though, as whenever she did engage it was always met with comments like oh Hermione, you really would have made such a beautiful bride, but I suppose it’s all for the best now or Hermione, did you know that Lavender works in the Ministry as well? She’s already been promoted after a year! Isn’t that just so impressive.

She knew they (as in Molly Weasley specifically of course) meant well, but it still stung to be treated like old news when she had been assured (and perhaps foolishly believed) that she was still family, with or without her relationship to Ron.

She was beginning to think staying at home alone would have been preferable after all.

“Hello, Ms. Granger.”

Her head whipped around, shocked out of her silent self-pitying by Fred Weasley’s smooth baritone and warmth as he sidled up next to her, firewhiskey clutched tight in one hand while the other draped itself across her shoulder. Her lips twitched up without prompting, perhaps the first genuine smile of the night, even if it was a rather pathetic one.

“Fred,” she greeted in return. “I take it you’re enjoying yourself?”

“Not really,” he answered in that casual way of his even though his eyes appeared to be piercing straight to her soul in their intensity. “Just came away from a rather unfortunate conversation with Ickle Ronniekins.”

Hermione glanced over Fred’s shoulder, unconsciously looking for the spot across the living room where she had been stealing occasional glances at Fred (and the rest of the Weasley brothers of course) throughout the night. What she found were three Weasley men staring at them in intense captivation and a fourth with seething irritation, and she winced in sympathy. She couldn’t imagine what sort of “unfortunate conversation” resulted in a stare down like this, but she knows that she feels bad for Fred for being on the receiving end of it. Even if he did probably deserve it.

“Oh Merlin,” she sighed in what can only be described as fond exasperation—a common occurrence since she started to become better acquainted with Fred. “What have you done now?”

“Something I probably shouldn’t have,” he replied before draining the rest of his firewhiskey in one gulp and turning to face her more fully, completely obscuring her view of their audience.

She only raised a single eyebrow, a practiced move that typically had Harry and Ron spilling their guts but only served to make Fred’s lips twitch in amusement.

Though he did appear almost… nervous. A strange look for Fred Weasley, and one that made her a little apprehensive of what exactly he did do. But in the blink of an eye, the look was gone and suddenly his face was much closer to her own.

“In the spirit of honesty,” he murmured, the whisper of his words brushed against the shell of her ear, the warmth of his breath on her skin and the smell of the Firewhiskey on his tongue causing an involuntary shiver to run down her spine, “I need to tell you something.”

“Oh?” she returned, trying to keep an air of calm unaffectedness despite the goosebumps that started where his lips had brushed against her skin and spread down her neck like wildfire. She sipped on her wine and stared at the Christmas tree that she could just see over Fred’s broad shoulder, pretending that her attention wasn’t entirely focused on Fred and the way his lips were still so close to her now hyper-sensitive skin. And if his responding chuckle was any indication, he very well knew it.

“Mmmm,” he hummed, the sound and vibration causing a flush to rise to her cheeks in a way she hoped could be attributed to the drink in her hand and not the man draped across her. Honestly, how had no one noticed that he was practically absorbing her into his own body at this point? Were they all really that oblivious or was she simply imagining things? Or were the four Weasley brothers still just watching this rather strange show in silent fascination, placing bets on what would happen next? “But I can’t tell you here.”

He pulled back abruptly, and Hermione instantly felt bereft of his heat, though the feeling was immediately chased away by her annoyance at that fact. It took her a moment to even recall what it was he was saying (which was, admittedly, not much).

“And why not?” she shot back once she remembered that this was supposed to be a normal conversation with her ex-boyfriend’s brother, not an exhibition.

Fred’s grin was decidedly predatory, and Hermione tried her best to not relish in that fact but Merlin, had he always been this attractive, or was the wine getting to her?

“A couple reasons. But the one that really matters right now is that it’ll really piss Ron off if we disappear upstairs together. So, what do you say?”

Hermione knew it was petty of her to get a little thrill out of causing one of her oldest friends any sort of irritation, but after the last four hours of standing by the fireplace with only backhanded compliments or outright insults for company, well… her answer was fairly obvious.

“Your room then?”

Fred’s grin only widened as she polished off the last of her wine, set the glass on the mantle, and led the way up the stairs.

If she had glanced back, she would have seen four identical looks of shock on Bill, Charlie, George, and Ron’s faces as she silently reached back and snatched up Fred’s hand on the way.

As it was, she kept her head held high and shoulders thrown back as she tugged Fred up the stairs, trying desperately to appear calm and collected despite the nerves that were tying her stomach in knots as she considered just what it was Fred wanted to confess to her.

.:.

“So,” Hermione starts as soon as Fred has closed the door behind them, “What do you need to tell me?”

If Fred had looked slightly nervous before, he looks positively anxious now. All the smug amusement that had previously dominated his face was gone, and he stood with his arms crossed and back against the door, almost as far from where she stood in the center of the room as he could get. The change was off putting, to say the least.

She frowned when he didn’t say anything for a long moment. “Is everything all right, Fred?”

His lips pursed and for a moment she thought he really wasn’t going to tell her what this was all about, but then he said, “I’m not sure yet.  I have a feeling you’re about to be very angry with me,” and she was both relieved and anxious all at once.

“Well,” she said after a moment, “best to just get it over with then.”

Fred looked like he didn’t agree with her, but he ploughed on regardless. “I made a bet with Ron.” When she didn’t respond in the pregnant pause that followed, he continued. “It involved you.”

“Involved me how, exactly?” Hermione cut in when it seemed like he really was going to leave it there. And if her voice came out sharper than she intended, Fred didn’t appear to notice, too caught up in trying to figure out how to say whatever it was he had to say.

He took a deep breath, then, and let it out in a rush of air: “I bet him twenty galleons that I could get you to go on a date with me by the end of the year.”

Whatever Hermione was expecting to hear, it certainly wasn’t that and all she could think to say in response was a startled “What?”

And though she had to pull the truth out of Fred sentence by sentence before, the words came pouring out of him now.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know it was a stupid thing to do. But I was just so tired of Ron acting like he’s the authority on you and telling me what I could and couldn’t do. As though he really knows you that well, considering he practically forced you into attending a party you knew would be uncomfortable and then does absolutely nothing to make it easier on you. The bloke is completely oblivious ninety percent of the time, but anytime I try to talk to you or ‘take your side,’ suddenly he’s there and telling me to back off. Like he’s the only one that has a right to show any interest in you despite the fact you haven’t been in a relationship for nearly a year and you’ve barely even seen each other since. Not that I blame you of course. I’d rather not see him myself, especially when he’s constantly attached at the hip with that whiny little girlfriend of his. I mean, I suppose she wouldn’t be that bad if she could just stop talking about herself or her dear Won Won for more than a bloody minute. Honestly, George and I thought you and Ginny were exaggerating your sixth year, but obviously—”

“Fred Weasley,” Hermione finally cut it once it was clear this confession had gone off the rails completely. “Are you rambling?”

“No,” Fred shot back defensively, followed by a less sure, “well, maybe.”

“Definitely,” she corrected, grinning widely.

She was somehow thoroughly amused rather than irritated as she knew she should be. Being the object of a bet between her ex and his brother should have infuriated her completely. Especially when it concerned her love life, something neither of them had any right to even discuss.

But this was Fred. Fred who was kind to her when everyone else in the Weasley family (save Ginny) was too afraid of Molly’s wrath to even speak to her during the first month after her break up with Ron. Fred who sent her “care packages” that consisted mostly of WWW products that she would never use but appreciated for their brilliance. Fred who went out of his way to make her feel included during the few Weasley family meals she still attended. Fred who was often on the receiving end of Ron’s glare as a result. Fred who made her smile for the first time that night. Fred who touched her so lightly but incited a warmth in her that she hadn’t felt in ages. Fred who was so much taller than her, and warmhearted and funny and clever and brilliant and—

Dear God, did she have a crush on Fred Weasley?

Well… that changed things a bit.

She bit her lip, suddenly unsure of whether the plan forming in her mind was wise or not. Hermione really wasn’t one to rush into things or make a decision without thinking through all of the possible outcomes, but well… Fred was still staring at her with cautious, heartbreaking brown eyes and he looked so earnest and Ron really was being a bit of a git.

And if even one outcome resulted in her and Fred being happy—possibly even together—then she was willing to risk it. She was a Gryffindor after all.

“Twenty galleons you say?”

Fred blinked at her as though he didn’t understand. “Uh, yeah. Twenty galleons. That was what we bet.”

“Seems like a lot,” she teased, smile slowly forming on her lips as she became more confident in her decision.  “You must be very invested in my love life.”

Fred narrowed his eyes at her, entirely aware that she was taking the mickey out of him. But he answered her with a seriousness that sobered her quickly. “You could say that.”

“Well…” she swallowed, unsure of how to take that but hoping it meant what she thought it did. “I assume we’d split it then?”

“Of course,” Fred answered, though he suddenly looked uncertain, as though he couldn’t possibly imagine where she was taking this. “It’s only fair.”

“Then are you free tomorrow?”

“Am I—what?”

Hermione’s smile only grew, finding Fred’s confusion endearing. She had never seen him so shaken before, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it.

“Are you free? For our date? I know it’s short notice, but he didn’t exactly give us much time to work with, and the sooner the better.”

This may have had something to do with her fear that she would overthink it if given more time, but he didn’t need to know that.  

“You’re serious?” Fred asked, looking like he had just been told Percy was quitting his job at the Ministry to become a pole dancer. “You’re not mad at me? You’re actually agreeing to go on a date with me?”

“Well, first of all, I’m not agreeing to do anything. I’m asking you to go on a date with me—a distinction you may want to make clear to Ronald,” Hermione corrected, smile turning less teasing and more sly. “And while I do wish you would have consulted me first, I understand that that wasn’t exactly an option at the time. And… I appreciate your honesty. You didn’t have to be up front with me—you could have just offered to take me on a date and I would have had no idea it was with ulterior intentions. So… yes, Fred Weasley. I would like to go on a date with you. If not for the ten galleons, then to see the look on Ronald’s face when I tell him.”

“And for my stimulating company, of course?” Fred waggled his eyebrows, looking much more like himself than he did only moments ago. Hermione’s heart warmed at the sight, pleased that she had that effect on him.

“But of course,” Hermione practically purred, her voice taking on a quality it had never possessed before. One that made Fred’s face flush and his heart beat erratically. “And make no mistake, Fred Weasley. Even if we’re going on this date to win a bet and prove your brother wrong, it will be a real one. I expect you to plan something nice, all right?”

“I can do that,” Fred agreed easily, grin only growing. “On my honor as a wizard, it will be the best date you’ve ever been on Hermione Granger.”

Her responding grin was just as bright. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Shall we then?” Fred asked after a pause that seemed to increase the temperature of the room by about ten degrees. He opened the door wide, gesturing grandly for her to go through first. Hermione rolled her eyes but walked through without complaint. Fred’s grin only brightened.  

That is, until they reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Mistletoe,” Hermione breathed as she came to a sudden, jarring stop at the bottom of the stairs, her gaze locked on the offending bit of magical flora that floated above their heads.

Fred’s gaze, however, was locked on a face nearly identical to his own, though his twin was smirking rather than glaring as Fred was. Next to him, Ron appeared ready to combust.

“I’m sorry,” Fred apologized immediately, gaze turning soft and pleading as he turned to look down at her. “I had no idea—”

“I know,” she answered, already guessing at who had moved this wonderful bit of magic to trap them at the bottom of the stairs. Normally, she would be angry that yet another choice had been made for her. But after three glasses of wine, an intense conversation with Fred, and the promise of a wonderful date tomorrow, she was feeling a bit reckless. “Might as well let them know my answer now.”

“What are you—”

She cut him off with a press of her lips to his still-open mouth, and though she had initially intended for it to be chaste, she used the opportunity to slip her tongue inside and taste him properly. His answering groan told her she had made the right decision.

It was a bit uncomfortable, as far as first kisses go. He was a step above her on the stairs, and as he was already taller than her, it meant she had to stretch up on her tiptoes and yank him down by the collar to even reach him. Not to mention she could practically feel the eyes of their friends and family boring into her back. But when Fred stepped down and tugged her closer, never breaking free of her hold on him, they really found their stride.

She had no idea how long they stood there, her fists clenched tightly in his jacket and his cinching her waist despite his overwhelming desire to bury them in her hair, their lips moving and caressing each other seamlessly; but eventually someone cleared their throat and she pulled away with a pop that would have embarrassed her if Fred weren’t currently looking at her as though she was the best thing he had ever tasted.

“Well,” Hermione said after an awkward beat of silence, turning to find that everyone in the room had stopped what they were doing to stare at them, eyes wide and mouths gaping. “It’s been lovely, but I think I’ll go home. Thanks for everything Molly, Arthur.” She nodded to his parents as she separated from him, heading directly for the Floo.

She picked up a handful of powder, ready to throw it into the fireplace, before she turned back to face him at the last second, grin mischievous. The sight nearly brought him to his knees. “Oh, and I’ll see you tomorrow Fred. What time are you picking me up?”

“Six?” he suggested, lips curving up to match hers as his family continued to watch them in a sort of stunned fascination.

“I’ll see you at six then,” she agreed before disappearing is a swirl of green flames.

Another tense silence followed her departure, and Fred took great pains to not meet the eyes of anyone in the room. If they were horrified, surprised, or disgusted, he really didn’t care to know. He had just snogged Hermione Granger senseless, and he planned on ridding this high as long as possible.

“I think I’ll head out too,” Fred decided, sparing his twin one last glance as he made his way to the fireplace. “See you at the flat, George.”

In the seconds it took him to grip the Floo powder and throw it down, the room seemed to come back to life. Molly Weasley started screaming questions at him so fast he couldn’t even begin to decipher them, Ron called out “What in the bloody hell was that?”, Charlie was applauding, Ginny was wolf whistling, but Fred didn’t care. He was already flying through the Floo Network, hoping that no one (save George) was stupid enough to follow him.

He had an important date to plan, after all. And if he had any hope of getting Hermione to agree to a second one, it had to be perfect.

Notes: This got a bit longer than I meant it to, so it's split into two parts. The second part should come later this week. Any thoughts on what our lovebirds should do on their date?

[elliemarchetti]

The Road to a Perfect Summer

Just a quick one-shot for Fremione’s Fabulous Summer Bingo in which I tried to cover every square of the card. Enjoy!

Words: 1.8K

Rating: Teen and Up I suppose?

TW: if mentioning sex is triggering for you then don’t read this, but I swear it’s just a couple mentions and nothing too specific. Teenagers crazy hormones, that’s all. 

After Peeves revealed to Dumbledore it was Sirius Black who scarred the Fat Lady’s portrait, all the Gryffindors were sent back to the Great Hall, where within ten minutes they were joined by the rest of the students, all equally confused.

“The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle,” Professor Dumbledore told them as Professors McGonagall and Flitwick closed all doors into the hall. “I’m afraid that, for your own safety, you will have to spend the night here.”

Although they were in different places in the room, Hermione and Fred’s eyes met with astonishing speed. They had no reason to search for each other, there was absolutely nothing between them, yet when Dumbledore conjured hundreds of purple sleeping bags, the twins sneaked up to the corner occupied by her, their brother and Harry.

“Do you think he’s still in the castle?” George whispered, anxiously.

“Dumbledore obviously thinks he might be,” said Fred.

"Don't you think it's strange that he chose to do it on Halloween?" Hermione asked, as they climbed fully dressed into their sleeping bags and propped themselves on their elbows to talk. “The one night we weren’t in the tower…”

“He must’ve lost track of time, being on the run,” said Ron. “Otherwise, he’d have come bursting in here.”

Hermione shuddered, and Fred moved imperceptibly closer.

“The true question is how did he get in,” observed George.

“Maybe he knows how to Apparate,” said a Ravenclaw a few feet away.

“Or he disguised himself,” ventured Lee Jordan, lying right next to George.

“He could’ve flown in,” suggested Ron, but Hermione knew none of those options were valid, not with Hogwarts' defences preventing Apparition and the Dementors patrolling outside the walls. As Percy shouted for silence, the candles went out all at once, the only light now coming from the silvery ghosts and the enchanted ceiling, mirroring the sky outside. Only much later, when everyone was already sound asleep, Fred saw a single shooting star right above his head. He wished there could be more nights like this, where Hermione Granger, even if only in her sleep, sought for his hand, unaware the opportunity would soon present again. They were in the infirmary, and although Madam Pomfrey reassured them Harry would wake up after the bad fall caused by the Dementors invading the Quidditch field, it hadn’t happened yet. Hermione cried silently for a while, tears mingling with the rain dripping from her curly hair, but finally exhaustion got the better of her and she fell asleep on his shoulder, their hands intertwined. No one wanted to wake her up, so when the Healer asked for everyone to leave, Fred carried her in the Common Room and slept at the sofa’s feet, just to be sure no one would bother her. He was kind of worried for the deep dark circles under her eyes and her overall ashy complexion, so different from the tan she had when she came back from France. In those months, Fred though a lot about the letter she wrote him over summer. To be totally honest, it was him who started the correspondence, sending her some innocent photos from Egypt. He said to himself he did it because he knew Ron wouldn’t adequately update her on the wonders they say, and he certainly wasn’t expecting an answer, but when Errol came back, all dishevelled for the long trip, with a letter addressed specifically to him,  his heart almost burst with joy. In the envelope, there was also a Muggle photo of Hermione, wearing a one-piece swimsuit, smiling happily after she climbed a particularly high reef.  Her face, shoulders and tights were a deep red, but she didn’t seem to care about the sunburn. That shot immediately became one of his most precious treasures, and se he watched it for the umpteenth time, he decided to ask her to spend a few days at the Barrow the next summer. Luckily, his father winning those tickets for the Quidditch World Cup made things infinitely less embarrassing with his parents, and despite his mother found out about the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, she wasn’t too rude with their guest, at least until she tried to defend them about the toffee he and George gave to Harry’s cousin.

“You shouldn’t have done it. Now she’s going to blame you for anything too now,” Fred told her once Mrs. Weasley stopped screaming. They were hidden in a nearby field, laying in the grass watching countless little white clouds rushing by, carried south by the wind.

“Someone had to do it, not everything you do is just plain wrong,” she replied, adjusting the denim jacket she tucked under her head. With a stretch of the imagination, she could imagine it was a soft pillow, and she was as weightless as the clouds, headed for a light-hearted adventure.

“I hope someday she’ll understand us,” Fred went on, more lost in Hermione’s side profile than in the blue and white sky. “It’s not just about making people laugh, we want to create something of our own, something nobody has ever done before.”

For some strange reasons, Hermione found it honourable, perhaps more so than Percy’s desire to take the social ladder.

“She’ll understand, you’ll open your own shop and she’ll be you customer too,” Hermione replied, closing her eyes to enjoy the peace and silent those daydream exuded. No more screaming matches in the kitchen, no more cold stares at the dinner table, and most of all, a true lab for the twins to experiment in, so no more explosions coming from their bedroom. A little too perfect for the Weasleys, but after all she liked to let her imagination run wild once in a while.

“And will you be too?” Fred asked in a whisper, making her shiver. She didn’t know what exactly was happening to her, but it’s been months since she started to get along more with her best friend’s brother than with Ron himself.

“I won’t need to be you customer to know all the products, you’ll come to ask desperately for my help and my infinite knowledge will finally be appreciated,” she joked, crossing Fred’s half amused and half amazed gaze.

“Not even for Penelope’s Purple Pussy Cats?” he asked, feigning offense.

“Not for those, and not even for one of your cheap love potions,” Hermione added, getting closer and closer to her friend’s face, drawn like iron to a magnet.

“You definitely don’t need those,” Fred concluded, cancelling the ridiculous distance separating them. Although he had thin lips, they were incredibly soft, and despite his lively character, he kissed her gently, as if they had all the time in the world and he wanted to woo her by stroking her rosy cheeks with trembling fingers. Hermione lost all sense of time, and perhaps even of space, for it was with utter amazement she felt a raindrop fall on her bare shoulder.

“You can’t be serious...” Fred muttered, his eyes turned to the suddenly leaden sky. The storm hit them fully as they tried to run home, and while they slipped through the front door soaked and covered in mud, Hermione couldn’t help but think she would kiss him for hours, hiding in a hallway or pressed against the wooden walls of his room, if only there weren’t all those people at the Burrow. The problem turned out to be even greater at school, but they managed to keep the situation under control until the summer after her fourth year, when everyone joined Sirius at Grimmauld Place. The first to express her perplexities aloud was Ginny, when in honour of the Summer Solstice Fred didn’t took off the flower crown Hermione made for him. The older of the two girls begged the younger Weasley to keep the information to herself, but Ron soon became suspicious too, seeing that Fred, who along with George could now Apparate, did nothing but sneak out to bring their common friend whatever she craved at the moment.

“First it was marshmallows, then iced coffee, I’d understand if it was something from Honeydukes, but those are Muggle things and they can be only for you,” he said, in his embarrassed and twisted way to explain the matter. The quieter of the twins obviously already knew everything, so with the start of her fifth year it seemed natural to go public, as much as possible under Umbridge’s dictatorial regime. Hermione just found a comfortable place to read in the Room of Requirements when Lee, Fred and George joined them along with Cho Chang, much to Harry’s delight.

“It’s bizarre,” said her boyfriend, frowning around at it. “We once hid from Filch in here, remember, darling? But it was just a broom closet then...”

A shiver ran through Hermione’s spine, forcing her to squeeze the pages of Jinx for the Jinxed harder than she wanted. She remembered perfectly well that day on the beginning of the year, her moans muffled by Fred’s kisses, his hands making their way under her skirt... She had to close the book shut to get a grip on herself and not rush out with him from the first official meeting of the Dumbledore’s Army.

“You did it on purpose!” Hermione exclaimed as they came back to the Common Room, while Lee and George moved far enough to give them the much agonized space. “You wanted to distract me to get the better of me with disarmament spells!”

“You know I’d do anything to win,” he teased her again, and for the next two weeks there were no more discussions about the methods he and George choose to test their new products, only long passionate kisses and a couple stolen caresses, after which came the Terry Boot incident. The Ravenclaw was so enchanted that Hermione could cast a flawless Protea Charm his words sparkled a little jealously in Fred, who decided he had to mark his territory. They nearly broke curfew that time, but for a moment, Hermione forgot even her Prefect duties and dreamed of their naked bodies for several nights to come. After the lifetime ban Professor Umbridge inflicted on nearly half the Gryffindor Quidditch Team things calmed down a little, but Hermione knew the twins would find the perfect way to get back at her, which came in the form of the biggest and most elaborate prank they ever set up, involving a lot of fireworks, some Stinksap stolen from Professor Sprout’s greenhouse, a Portable Swamp and the confiscated brooms, which reached the twins still attached to the chains used to fasten them to the wall.

“Only two months left, and then we’ll have the best summer of our lives,” Fred told Hermione before flying off into the glorious sunset, accompanied by a tumultuous applause and Professor Umbridge’s indignant screams.

[viking-hel]

Prompt: lullaby

Today is 2nd May, and we all know what that means! So, enjoy this AU prompt. Fremione, of course!

Mention of nightmares revolving around the Horcrux Hunt and events at the Manor but nothing explicit.

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A year had passed since the Battle, but people were still fighting the dreams, the nightmares, the memories. Hermione and Fred both were. His focused on the sound of a wall falling, but he could never see it. Hers focused on fire-fed veins burning through her and cackling. 

Whenever they woke the other, they’d curl in to each other, and clasp hands. They’d stare and stare until they dropped off to sleep again. 

If Hermione woke him, Fred would hold her tight, mutter nothings into her ear, and wait until she relaxed. He was ever so thankful it happened quicker every time.

If he woke Hermione, she’d sing. Her voice was gentle and melodic, all sweetness in his ear and in the darkness of his terror, he’d turn to it and wake. 

“It’s an old tune my gran would sing,” she whispered when he asked. “An old one from when she was young.” 

Every time he called out in fear, in pain, Fred would soon hear soft singing and no matter how deep the darkness was, he’d turn and find her curled against his back, arms about him tightly and her gentle voice coaxing him back.

That lullaby became his favourite thing to hear in life, and it was shared many times for happier things in the long life the had together.

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Short and sweet, but I hope you like it!

[metamehta]

Review: Falling Through Time by Kait Hobbit

Summary: In what was supposed to be her first ski trip since the war, Hermione wakes up from an avalanche to find herself back at Hogwarts. Despite her search to return home to her time, she is forced to relive her last years at Hogwarts and the War that she knows will claim the faces that now haunt her. In Particular, the face of a certain Weasley that she finds herself slowly falling for.

Romance - Hermione G., Fred W. , 46 Chapters Words: 283,195, Rated T

Status: WIP (last updated July 5, 2019)

Read it on ff.net

Review: Looking at my blog post history implies that I only read fem!Harry or Hermione time travel romances and honestly - I’m not sure that I have read anything else consistently enough to deny that. Nonetheless, here’s another one for the list until I find other fics that aren’t in the two categories.

I’m going to be honest - Fred x Hermione is my OTP, and it’s honestly so hard to find non one-shots for this couple. Among the hundreds of incomplete Fremione stories - this is one of the few that’s actively updating and is worth reading. I’ve never been a fan of romances that get too strong too fast (where the couple is proclaiming their love for each other every five minutes) and this story does a good job in setting up and maintaining the romance.

Furthermore, unlike other Fremione fics, the story does not completely sacrifice story progression for its romance. While there is something about the backdrop of the upcoming war that heightens the reader’s stress for Hermione and Fred’s future, the story could stand to be cut down by 50k words. In doing so, the important reveal in the story could have come a few chapters earlier, allowing the story to progress faster than its current pace.

The story almost strikes a good balance between canon rehash and changes to the timeline. For the most part, it seems that they’ve done a good job of sticking to the elements of Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows that are necessary for their story.

It’s in some of Hermione’s initial decisions that Falling Through Time loses some of its appreciation from me. The tricky thing about canon rehashes and do-over fics is that the character’s decisions have to make sense independent of the original HP series events. This is why Hermione’s decision to let things happen as they are makes no sense to me - she wouldn’t just be okay with sitting back and letting things happen as they went the first time. The idea of fixed events works well when there is a strong writer at the helm, but things can’t just happen because you need the characters to go back on the path of the original story.

I realize that the above rant may just be a personal gripe, but the one thing that is enough to make me drop a story is bad characterization. If I can’t answer the WHY of the actions a character takes, then it’s not a character worth pursuing.

Rating: 3.5 / 5

[inakua]

I Need You, Idiot

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Warnings: n/a (I will always try and tag as many warnings as I can think of for each writing, if you read through and find something that I haven’t listed which may be a trigger for someone please send me an ask or message me so that I can add it to this list, thanks!)

Pairings:  Fred x Hermione

Words: 1,721

A/N:  I did a vote on which pairing to write about based on the line”I need you, idiot.” As you can see fremione was the most voted and, ngl, I’m pretty stoked because I LOVE fremione. So here it is, would love to hear any feedback you might have, I hope you enjoy :) p.s. to anyone who voted for a different pairing, feel free to send me a request with the pairing you want and a line that I can centre the oneshot around!

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Hermione didn’t know how to describe it, the feeling that bubbled up inside of her, that enveloped her every sense and made it difficult to breathe. she didn’t know what it was, she needed to know, to find out why this always happened whenever he was around.

Who was he?

Fred Weasley.

She’d always been able to tell them apart, that twins that is, from the first time she’d seen them. She hadn’t told anyone, didn’t see any reason to. She thought the twins suspected, in fact she knew the twins suspected, yet she didn’t tell them.

Both were covered in freckled, but Fred had a patch of larger ones under his right eye, his eyes themselves were slightly lighter than those of George and, if you looked hard enough, a ring of deep green ran around the pupil. That wasn’t all though, she could tell them apart without even seeing them, Freds voice was lower, slower and more husky than Georges, he spoke in a certain, always the one to start a conversation but never the one to finish. 

Hermione could list many things that split the twins apart, she could go on for hours, talking about every little thing, every little detail, that made Fred different. Every little detail that made Fred himself. Every little detail that made Fred, her Fred, special.

...

Fred didn’t know how to describe it, the butterflies that erupted in his stomach, the way his heart pumped so hard when she near, that he could hear it beat with his own ears.  He didn’t know what it was, he needed to know, to find out why this always happened whenever she was around.

Who was she?

Hermione Granger.

Unlike others, he’d never just viewed her as the Brightest Witch of her Age, Harry Potters best friend. She was way more than that, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, her eyes were a deep earthy brown, so full of curiosity and knowledge.

Her hair, don’t even get him started on her hair. The untameable mane that completed her, it reflected her personality to a tee. She was fierce, stubborn, independent and wild.

It was these qualities Fred loved, but the ones he adored were on the inside. The kindness that flowed from that girls heart astounded Fred, she was unimaginably compassionate, never thinking of herself, always others. She stood up for what she believed in, tended to those who were hurt and helped those who needed helping.

He wouldn’t change her for the world, she his hot chocolate on a winters day. The one thing that he could count on. Hermione, his Hermione, was without a doubt the most spectacular person he’d ever met.

...

Hermione was on her way to the astronomy tower, it was at least 1am, but she seemed unable to sleep. Instead of staying in her dorm or retreating to the common room, she decided that she needed some fresh air, despite the punishment she would undoubtedly receive from Umbridge if she were caught. 

You see she had something on her mind, a problem, a big problem; Fred Weasley.

She never knew how to act around him, she tried her best to act normal, to be herself, but she always seemed to make a fool of herself. Whether it was tripping up the stairs on her way to Charms, while he was walking behind her; or spitting out a mouthful of water all over herself when he made a joke.

It irked her to the very core, she never meant to act like a complete idiot when he was around, it always just seemed to happen.

All she wanted was one thing, for him to be hers, she longed to feel his embrace, to be encircled in his arms and -

Then she fell.

Before she knew it, her foot missed the next step and she began falling, closing her eyes she braced herself for the impact that was about to befall her - but it never came.

“You alright there ‘Mione?” A voice asked, laced with concern and deep with worry.

Upon opening her eyes Hermione couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her mouth at the sight presented to her.

Fred Weasley, his arms circled around her waist as he held her close, was hovering mere inches above her. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern, his eyes wide and mouth parted as he stared down at her.

“What - what are you doing here?” Hermione whispered.

“Just saving a damsel in distress,” He smirked, winking at Hermione, who quickly jumped out of his arms, cheeks stained a bright red.

“I - I was just making my way to the astronomy tower,” She told him, wringing her hands nervously and staring down at the floor in embarrassment.

“Well it looks like you could use some company,” Fred said, beginning to walk up the stairs, stopping after a few steps and looking at her, begging her to follow.

Hermione obliged, feeling her heart beat faster with every step she took.

Pull yourself together, you’re Hermione Granger, Brightest Witch of her Age, you can do this, she thought, mentally preparing herself for whatever was to come.

When she reached the top of the tower her face was no longer red, instead she held it high, eyes determined and stance confident.

“How come you were on your way here? In the middle of the night?” Fred asked, leaning casually against the railings, his eyes burning into her.

Hermione almost crumbled at the sight of him, he was in his Gryffindor dressing gown, but on his way up the stairs it seemed to have become undone, revealing a muscular torso and chiselled abs which almost made her faint just at the sight. She held herself together though, walking over to stand next to Fred, realising that she herself was only in a pair of shorts and one of Harrys t-shirts that she’d stolen.

“Just fancied a walk,” She replied, turning around so she was leaning on the railing, facing the Hogwarts grounds, away from the distraction that was Fred,

“How about you? How come you were out?” She asked.

“I actually wanted to talk to you,” Fred said, reaching across his chest and placing hands either side of Hermiones waist, turning her round so she was facing him.

“Fred?” Hermione whispered, surprised at his forwardness but intrigued at what he as going on about.

“We’re leaving, Hermione. Me and George.”

“Leaving?”

“Tomorrow, we’ve had it planned for weeks,”

“You - You’re leaving?” She mumbled, shocked at the thought of not seeing Fred every day, walking through the halls of Hogwarts, laughing with his brother at a prank they’d just played.

“Yes, I - I wanted to be the one to tell you, no-one else knows. Even George doesn’t know I’m telling you,” He admitted, rubbing his neck nervously.

“What -Why?”  Hermione asked, still trying to process the events that were unfolding.

“Umbridge, we can’t just wait around and -” 

“Don’t leave,” Hermione suddenly blurted, cutting Fred off mid sentence.

“What?” Fred asked, shocked at her sudden interruption.

“Don’t leave me, please.” She whimpered, staring up into his eyes, aware of the gap that was diminishing between the two of them.

“Hermione - I - why?” 

“I need you, idiot,” She whispered, a tear escaping and running helplessly down her cheek. Before Fred could even think he’d closed the ever diminishing gap between the two of them and kissed her.

At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss. Fred exhaled through his nose, not wanting to let go. His entire body had been taken over by the overwhelming feeling of relief, combined with eccentric panic, and lust. Fred moved his hand from her waist to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her long, bushy hair. Then his arms encircled her. He drew her into him deepening the kiss. 

Things quickly heated up, it wasn't that they wanted each other; because they did, but it was as if they needed each other. The kiss was passionate and neither of them wanted to stop, Fred and Hermione moved over to the wall, lips still interlocked. 

Hermione, finding herself pushed up against the wall, jumped up to lock her legs around Fred' waist. 

Suddenly, Fred stepped away, Hermione let out a short whimper as she felt his body move away, causing a throaty chuckle to escape Fred as she wriggled beneath him.

"We should stop, I don’t want to push you," Fred mumbled into her ear breathlessly. Hermione just nodded in response, she was too shocked to even speak, but knew that what he said was true.

“I’‘m sorry Hermione,” Fred muttered, pulling her into him, resting his head atop her own and exhaling deeply.

“It’s not that I want to leave you, I don’t. I need to leave because here, at Hogwarts, I’m not reaching my full potential. Me and George, we’re going to set up a joke shop, we’ve already got the property, we just need to settle in. We’re going to sell all our products, create more and have a little side project behind the scenes for new creations that could help in the war. I’d bring you with me if I could, but we both know you’ve never leave Harry and Ron, you need to be here, just like how I need to be out there,” He said, gesturing out into the horizon.

“I understand Freddie,” Hermione replied, tightening her grip on his waist.

“I’ll write,” He assured her.

“Everyday?” She asked, her voice muffled as she smushed herself closer to him.

“Everyday.” He promised, “Next Hogsmeade weekend I’ll come and visit, we’ll walk around Hogsmeade, I’ll take you out for lunch, our first date.”

“Not even going to ask me Freddie? How very ungentlemanly of you,” She whispered playfully.

“Would you, Hermione Granger, like to accompany me to the next Hogsmeade Weekend?” He asked cheekily, kissing the top of her head as she nodded against him.

“Of course I would love to, Fred Weasley.” 

As they stood there, atop the astronomy tower, looking out across the grounds of Hogwarts, content in each others arms, they knew that whatever hit them they’d be okay. That they had each other and, at the moment, that’s all they needed.

[dresupi]

“You’re honestly the most full of shit person I’ve ever met, in case you didn’t know.” -Fremione ;)

Hermione made a squawking sound, not unlike a crow or other such avian creature.  “I am not!”  

“Fine,” Fred acquiesced, leaning across the counter and propping his head up on his arms.  “I’ll take it back.  IF you can tell me the real reason you’re wandering around our shop. No offense, ‘Mione, but you’re not usually one of our regulars...”

She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders.  “Alright.  If you must know... I was looking for a... a... person to accompany me to the Ministry fundraiser this weekend...”  

“We don’t sell those here,” Fred countered.  “I think you’ll find what you’re looking for in Knockturn Alley...”  

“Fred... are you going to make me ask?”  

“Considering I have little to no idea what you’re on about, yes.  Ask.”  

“FredwillyoucomewithmetotheMinistryfundraiserI’mawareitsshortnoticebutmydatefellthrough...”  she blurted.  

His brow knitted.  “What, like be your date?” 

Groaning, she shook her head and hoisted her bag onto her shoulder.  “Never mind.  Forget I asked.”  

“Hermione...” his hand brushed against hers and she paused, swallowing thickly as she slowly brought her gaze level with his.  “I’d love to.”  

Barely holding back a grin, she nodded curtly.  “Brilliant.  It’s a black tie event, so dress robes, please.”  She turned to leave the shop, walking a bit too quickly and nearly tripping over the carpet.  

“Is there a specific time I should pick you up, or should I just guess?” he called after her.

She had one foot out of the door when she turned back. “Seven.”