▷ Platform 9 3/4 | Fred & Hermione
It hadn’t come as a surprise in the slightest when Fred merely scoffed at her suggestion of learning a few cleaning charms; she supposed he didn’t think there would be any point in learning these charms when he was so used to living in such a mess, which had her crinkling her nose in slight disgust. Mess wasn’t something she was particularly fond of, and she couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that the Weasley twins were so willingly living in such a pig sty. She found her assumptions correct when Fred next spoke, and Hermione folded her arms, shaking her head with a slight roll of her eye. “It’d be easy enough to break the habit,” she said. “I think you’re going to need to break it at some point, too—I can’t imagine anyone wanting to move in with someone living in such a messy state when it comes time to bring in flatmates or… partners.”
Hermione nodded her head when Fred repeated her words, a smile on her face at the gri he had on his own lips. “It is rather self-explanatory, yes.” Although it was something so basic to Hermione and the rest of the muggle world, it wasn’t a surprise that it was something Fred was interested in. Having grown up in a pureblood family, she couldn’t imagine him seeing too many muggle appliances, aside from whatever Mr. Weasley would bring home to look at and marvel over. The mixed look of excitement and confusion in Fred’s expression at the mention of the television pulled a laugh from Hermione, and she pressed a kiss to his cheek before settling herself down and looking at him, clearing her throat.
“The television,” Hermione repeated, traces of the grin that had formed with her laughter still on her lips. “The big box in the living room, opposite the couch—it’s a telecommunication medium for transmitting and receiving moving images. It’s something we watch for entertainment, there are a rather large variety of TV shows they play.” She nodded her head, deeming herself finished with her explanation, and offered Fred a small smile as her fingers continued playing with his hair. “If you’d like to, we can check it out.”
The conditions that he and his twin brother lived in never failed to go unnoticed by Hermione—which she voiced her opinions on frequently. Although, no matter the amount she chastised him about changing his ways, Fred could never seem to be able to turn over a new leaf and take her up on her suggestions. Half the reason because he refused to be faced with such drastic changes to his living space, and the other that he just couldn’t be bothered. Even if he did agree to it, he doubted it would remain clean for longer than a day or two, knowing George and himself, and it’d be useless to clean it when it’d only get messy again within a few days’ time.
Bringing up the instance of when other people would come into the picture and move in with him, Fred replied, “I know of one who wouldn’t mind. In fact, he’s already sharing a room with me!” He couldn’t help but raise a brow with her choice of word ‘partners’, but chose not to directly address it. With a sigh of defeat and a slump of his shoulders, he said, “Maybe, but hey, we’ll get there when we get there.”
From the smile that was on Hermione’s face, Fred could tell that his interest in the muggle objects must’ve amused her. He smiled cheekily at the kiss on the cheek it earned him and pulled her closer to him with his fingers drumming idly against her hip. Having been raised in a muggle household, she must’ve found his questions about what he assumed were common items odd, as would he if someone did the same with possessions in the Burrow. While he wasn’t extremely muggle-crazy like his father, he still enjoyed finding out more about the world that wizards so often cut themselves off from. He still wondered how some could view muggles as filth to be looked down upon in the wizarding world, when they’re clearly well off without magic—something he always commended them for.
With the description of the television she was telling him about, simply put, it sounded a lot like the common magical photo, but universally broadcasted to the kind of boxes that she mentioned in her living room. It was something that sounded a bit more interesting than a toaster, and that he was eager to see. He was quite enthusiastic to see her words put into action. Upon asking him if he wanted to see it, he didn’t have to think to nod with a grin with involuntary excitement lighting his eyes. “Well, I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”