▷ Platform 9 3/4 | Fred & Hermione

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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.”

(Source: fredweasleyswag)

▷ Platform 9 3/4 | Fred & Hermione

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With a roll of her eye, Hermione shook her head while Fred went on about how he managed to find things in his messy room perfectly fine. She didn’t understand how he and George could live in such a mess—not only was it horrible to look at, but Hermione felt if her room was as messy as theirs, she wouldn’t feel comfortable being in it. She’d almost feel dirty. She crossed her arms and laughed quietly, looking at Fred with feigned helplessness. “Really, Fred—cleaning charms aren’t all that difficult to learn, and they’ll take as much time to use as a summoning charm. You’ll find you can work a lot easier in a tidy environment!”

It became clear that Fred wasn’t missing the way Hermione was watching him by the quirk of his brow, and she shook her head slightly, as though to tell him not to worry. She simply liked looking at him, examining the features of his face, looking at everything about him that she adored so much. She snapped out of her thoughts and letting herself get distracted by him a moment later—she rose to her feet and approached the chair he was sitting in, sitting herself down in his lap and winding an arm around his neck so she could play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. A content sigh of her own passed shortly after Fred exhaled one, and she smiled softly at him, enjoying being in his presence. She couldn’t help the small wave of laughter that slipped from her at Fred’s comment about the toaster he’d obviously caught a glimpse at whilst in the kitchen, and she looked at him with a grin, shaking her head in an amused manner.

“The toaster, Fred,” Hermione said with a quiet chuckle, amused at which appliance had taken his fancy. “Honestly, it’s really not that exciting—you put a few slices of bread in it, push the button down and wait for it to cook.” Nevertheless, if Fred wanted to try out the toaster, Hermione would let him try out the toaster. She was aware that he was unfamiliar with muggle appliances, so it was only natural for him to be intrigued by it, she supposed. She pressed her lips to his temple and brought her fingers to now run fully through his hair as opposed to simply fiddling with the hair at the back of his neck. “You’re sure you weren’t more interested in the television?”

The disapproval was evident in Hermione’s reaction—although he had to admit, he didn’t imagine her suddenly wanting to go along with his means of disarray. She was too organized for her own good, and he hoped that she realized that no measure of persuasion could sway eighteen years of living in a messy environment. With the mention of cleaning charms, he scoffed with a dismissive wave, as if it wasn’t worth it. “After being accustomed to living in a cluttered environment all my life, it’d just seem useless to change the habit now.” He reasoned. “If anything, it’d make things more difficult not having to impulsively check if the pile on the floor wasn’t really moving.”

The way Hermione was looking at him didn’t escape his curiosity as his brow lifted in question. He was beginning to grow a bit concerned that there was something wrong when she simply shook her head without any other explanation, to which he didn’t bother to ponder it anymore and passively accepted her answer. Within the following moments, she had walked across from her bed to where he sat and situated herself on his knee. He was glad to comply with the new position and his arm wound around her waist while her fingers played against the hairs at the back of his neck. Considering how she laughed lightly at his interest in the bread box, he figured that it was probably something that one in the muggle world wouldn’t give a second glance. He simply described the first thing that had come to his mind, as the rather metallic object managed to be retained in his memory. All he could do is smile sheepishly with a shrug, awaiting her answer.

“The toaster. Makes sense.” Fred repeated after her with a nod with a grin. “Seems self-explanatory enough, yeah.” He supposed that it wasn’t as exciting, but it still amazed him how muggles invented simple things as such without the help of magic—something he felt necessary in life and would be left completely stranded without it. The amount of work muggles must’ve been through is remarkable to him, which led to his interest in how their inventions functioned. With the inquiry if he’d rather be more interested in the ‘television’, he couldn’t say that he knew what she was referring to as he knit his eyebrows in confusion, yet excitement for what it was. “The what?”

(Source: fredweasleyswag)

▷ Platform 9 3/4 | Fred & Hermione

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All while giving Fred a tour of her house, Hermione had noticed the way he would pay extra attention to the certain objects in her house, namely those in the kitchen. She couldn’t fight her smile at the obvious interest he had in the objects that were so familiar to her and the rest of the muggle world—she knew that with Fred having grown up in a pureblooded family, he wasn’t all that familiar with regular muggle objects that weren’t necessarily considered particularly exciting to anyone else. Hermione didn’t say anything about his obvious curiosity and intrigue in what she had in her house, but simply watched as he looked things over with a smile on her face, finding it oddly adorable.

Much like the rest of the house, Hermione’s bedroom was tidy and organized—she took pride in keeping the space she lived in while away from Hogwarts clean and tidy, as it was always a more pleasant place to be in. Fred seemed amused by this, judging by the smile on his face, and Hermione playfully rolled her eyes upon seeing this, folding her arms and chuckling quickly under her breath. “What were you expecting, Fred?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. “Something as messy as the pig sty you and George live in? Surely not—my organizational skills are far higher than yours!” A laugh left her as she went about slipping off her shoes and getting comfortable on her bed, and she watched as Fred slipped into the seat nearest to him, leaning forward slightly from her sitting position as she did.

“Yes, it is nice,” Hermione said with a warm smile in response to Fred’s compliment of the house. She’d always loved her house—it was nothing flashy, a rather small house in fact, but that was part of the reason why she adored it. It was warm and cosy, everything was well decorated, and it was, in general, a pleasant house to both look at and live in. “It’s home.”

She remained on the bed simply watching Fred for a few moments, though eventually rose from her place on the bed and made her way over to him, perching herself on his knee and winding her arm around him. Yes, she was particularly touchy today—Hermione had noticed how she felt the desire to be constantly touching Fred in some way. She reasoned with herself that this was because it had been so long since they could properly spend time together, and she wanted to make up for lost time; that was a reasonable enough explanation, in her opinion. “So, what would you like to do?” Hermione asked, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. “Is there anything in particular that took your fancy downstairs that you’d like to look at, or would you like to stay up here? The choice is yours.” 

Upon entering Hermione’s bedroom after the brief tour of her house, Fred hadn’t been at all surprised at how much order she had everything in and the general neatness it involved; she was certainly the type of person to have a mindset for everything to have an orderly place and to keep it in that place. Hoping she hadn’t expected anything less than the amusement he always felt when seeing how, in his opinion, comparably mental her living arrangements were to his, he couldn’t help but allow a smile to let slip. The way she huffed with her arms crossed made his smile draw wider.

Poking at the fact that it’d be a miracle to see the floor in his living conditions, Fred sputtered indignantly as his arms folded over his chest. “Oi!” He protested. “I’ll have you know that I can find anything in said ‘pig sty’ just fine, I kid you not. Although I admit, summoning charms are particularly handy in situations as such.” He shook his head. “The concept of ‘cleaning’ doesn’t appear to have any clear necessity to me nor George.” With a quiet laugh, his eyes followed Hermione till she kicked off her shoes and made herself comfortable on her bed.

Decisive that it was his cue to sit down, he located the chair closest to him and fell into it somewhat gracefully as he shifted himself into a comfortable position. Based on the tour she gave him, Fred thought her house really did suit her, it being a modestly decorated and quiet environment that he was sure she appreciated coming home to every summer to escape the craziness that was Hogwarts. If it weren’t for the astonishing lack of noise that he periodically heard at his own house, he wouldn’t mind living there either.

Not a word was spoken between the two for a few passing moments, and Fred hadn’t missed the way Hermione looked at him. She simply observed him for a second, to which he couldn’t help but quirk a brow at. Finally rising to her feet to approach him, he sighed contently as she sat on his knee and snaked his arm around her waist. “Nothing in particular, really,” He commented indifferently as she asked about what he wished to do. Leaning forward a bit closer to her, he added in a low voice, “Although at some point today, that box that makes toasted bread in the kitchen calls me.”

(Source: fredweasleyswag)

▷ Platform 9 3/4 | Fred & Hermione

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There were barely a few words spoken before Fred had apparated both to their destination, Hermione not having all that much time to prepare for the whizzing and whirling that came from the unfamiliar method of transportation. While travelling, she felt her stomach turning, tying itself in knots, and she had to tightly purse her lips to reassure herself that she wasn’t going to be sick. This method of transportation wasn’t one Hermione used often, considering she didn’t know many people who had a license to apparate and she hadn’t yet acquired one of her own, or reached the legal age to apply for one, so there had never been any chance for her to grow used to the ill feelings that came from it. One day, she knew she’d be able to tolerate it, to the point where it would eventually feel like nothing—Hermione certainly hoped this would happen quickly.

The two reached their destination within a few seconds of being whisked away, and again, Hermione had to clutch tightly onto Fred’s arm to prevent herself from falling over; thankfully, he’d been prepared for this, to which she gave a grateful smile as she straightened herself up. “Yes, I’m alright,” she said, dusting herself off and pulling her trunk closer to her. After giving Fred a small nod, Hermione turned to take in her surroundings, memories of her childhood flooding back to her—she could practically see her younger self sitting on the bench just a few metres away, engrossed in a book with a large smile on her face as she allowed herself to fall into the fantasy world of the characters in her books. The memory pulled a wider smile from Hermione, and she sighed in content before looking at Fred once again, squeezing his hand gently and turning to lead him towards the straight.

“We don’t need to walk too far,” she said, one hand holding onto Fred’s and the other pulling her trunk behind her as she walked up the road. “It’s just a few houses down—we’ll be there in a minute or so, I’d say.”

A minute had been about right; soon, Hermione had lead Fred to her house, and upon reaching the doorstep, she rested her trunk against the house and bent to grab the spare key, hidden beneath one of the rocks. She made quick work of unlocking the door, swinging it open once she’d done so and gesturing for Fred to step inside. Grabbing her trunk, she followed him in and closed the door behind them both, a smile crossing her face as she looked around. Nothing had changed since she left—the house was exactly how it had been the morning she left for Kings Cross Station, though Hermione didn’t mind this in the slightest; it felt like home.

“This is it,” Hermione said, waving her hands out in front of her and smiling at Fred. Taking his hand, she lead him through the house, pointing out the rooms and giving him a quick tour; she showed him the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, and the study before making her way upstairs. She pointed out the bathroom and her parents’ room (she didn’t open the door and enter, for the respect of her parents’ privacy) before finally leading Fred into her bedroom, placing her trunk at the foot of her bed and proceeding to sit on the edge of it.

 “Make yourself at home,” she said, slipping off her shoes and moving into a more comfortable position on the bed. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to say the word.”

The rush of apparating had been over in a mere few seconds when the air surrounding them calmed and Fred’s feet were firmly against the ground again. He’d already exhausted the experience multiple times, especially during the time when he had just obtained his license to apparate, so he was rather immune to the unpleasant feelings that one who hasn’t used the form of transportation much would feel. Taking in his surroundings a bit, he was relieved that he led them to the right place; the environment around them luckily seemed to conform to Hermione’s description of the vacated park.

His arm stretching out to immediately help Hermione’s imbalance, Fred nodded with a small smile when she answered that she was alright before releasing her arm. His eyes followed hers as she looked around once she’d regained her composure, and he could easily see the happiness in her expression for returning here. He supposed she had some history with the park, judging by the way her smile spread wider the longer she glanced. He couldn’t help smile at how content Hermione appeared as their eyes met once again and she went ahead to lead the way to her house.

Just as she had predicted, the two were already at Hermione’s doorstep before he could say anything else. Right when he was about to question if she had a key, she’d silently answered him by bending over to grab one from underneath the rocks. “Clever.” He commented thoughtfully while she unlocked the door. He was quick to become curious of everything, since he’d been raised around magical households his entire life—counting out the only odd time he’d been in a Muggle home was when they were rescuing Harry with their father’s car, and the other he remembered by tricking his cousin into eating one of the Ton-Tongue Toffees.

Following Hermione’s gesture to enter, Fred stepped inside the house and let his eyes wander around curiously while waiting for her to follow suit. He smiled as she waved in front of her for emphasis before taking his hand and giving him a small tour of the house. It was quite a nice home as they continued, a calm and peaceful one, and he could certainly see Hermione living here. He was sure to take a good look at the interesting Muggle inventions—especially the ones in the kitchen. Once they had reached her bedroom, he watched her place her trunk at the foot of her bed before sitting on it. Looking around with an amused smile, he wasn’t surprised that everything appeared to be very organized and, to put it simply, very Hermione. Sinking down in a chair nearest to him, he said, “It’s a brilliant place you’ve got.”

(Source: fredweasleyswag)

▷ Platform 9 3/4 | Fred & Hermione

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Even if Hermione’s parents did end up finishing early, and came home to discover the two spending time together, Hermione wasn’t all that worried. She saw it as being a fair opportunity for Fred to properly introduce himself to her parents; after all, he’d still yet to do so. Of course, Hermione’s mother was aware of her relationship with Fred—she had written about him in a few letters—and likely knew who he was, considering the extreme concern and affection Hermione’s parents would’ve witnessed from him when she was in hospital after her encounter in the Department of Mysteries. It wouldn’t do any harm for Fred to properly introduce himself (it was probably what Hermione’s parents would eventually want from him), hence why Hermione wasn’t quite as panicked as Fred seemed to be.

However, Hermione’s words of reassurance seemed to have relaxed Fred to some extent; he gave a nod of his head, this gesture alone being enough for Hermione to know that he wasn’t quite as worried as he was before—if at all. Upon hearing his apology, Hermione shook her head, standing on the tips of her toes to press a light kiss to his cheek. The reminder of Mrs. Weasley’s reaction to finding out Fred and Hermione were together came into conversation, and Hermione crinkled her nose at the memory—such a reaction hadn’t been pleasant in the slightest, especially not with the state she had been in at the time. “You’re quite right,” Hermione said, nodding her head, though returning the smile Fred wore on his face. “I don’t think you have to worry about getting another growling like that—if my parents do end up growling, it’ll be towards me, and they’ll wait until you’re not around until they do it.”

Hearing Fred’s question, Hermione cocked her head to the side and twisted her mouth in concentration, falling silent for a moment or so as she thought of a reasonable apparating place close to her home. As she lived in the muggle world, apparating straight to the doorstep would be an awful idea—someone would spot them appearing at random for sure, and Hermione certainly didn’t want Fred to get into trouble because of her. Eventually, a place they could discreetly apparate into the muggle world that wasn’t too far from her house popped into Hermione’s mind, and she gave a nod of her head, her lips curving into a smile.

“There’s a little park down the road from my house,” she said. “It doesn’t see a lot of visitors—there’s nothing there but a few park benches and some beautiful trees.” The smile on her face stretched at the image of the park she used to visit to read as a child, though she shook her head a moment later to pull herself back from her trailing thoughts, looking back at Fred. “We can walk from there.”

The reminder of his mum’s very audible reaction hadn’t brought enjoyable memories with Hermione either, judging by how her nose crinkled slightly at the memory. It couldn’t have been worse with her, since she wasn’t in the greatest health during his mother’s tirade. His smile had slowly turned into a slight frown at the sound of Hermione mentioning if anyone was going to get yelled at, it would be directed towards her. “Well, I’d hope not.”

Luckily, before he had done things rashly and apparated straight to her house, Fred caught himself fast enough to remember that Hermione didn’t live in a wizarding neighborhood—meaning that the inhabitants living there wouldn’t be too used to people suddenly popping into the street. He could bet that there’d be some poor Muggle there that would catch them apparating in front of their house and declare themselves barking mad for seeing things. Worse, the Ministry would intervene to find out he did magic in the presence of a Muggle and, in the worst case scenario, snap his wand—and wherever he was going to end up, he didn’t think he could ever function correctly without magic. After being born and raised into a wizarding lifestyle, it’d be hard to suddenly adjust to one without any use. He knew that the thought was irrational, but in the event that it could’ve happened still worried him, and he had to remember that whenever going to places outside of the wizarding world with Hermione.

Before he could do anything else, he asked Hermione of a place close to her house where they could safely apparate without anyone noticing. She was deep in thought while contemplating any location that could apply. Soon enough, she straightened back up with a nod and a smile, subsequently telling him of a park that was just down the road. He could tell by the wide smile that played her lips that it was a place she held close to her. “Brilliant.” He said, grinning at her once she realized how she was smiling and shook her head dismissively.

Tightening his grip on her hand slightly to prepare himself to apparate, Fred shot a cheeky grin at her. “Hold on tight,” He said with a quick wink. Following his statement, he focused all of his attention on a park near the Grangers’ household, sure to pinpoint the exact location with extreme care. Side-long apparition was a bit more complex than normally apparating, since two people were being transported at the same time, and he was not allowing Hermione to get splinched. Once he had it completely absorbed in his mind, he squeezed her hand and twisted on the spot.

The feeling of apparating that Fred was so accustomed to once again swirled around him as they disapparated out of the Burrow and to their destination. It was only a second or two until it was all over, and he felt his feet hit the ground steadily. He was glad that his coordinates weren’t off, as they seemed to be in the place that she had described. Repeating his actions earlier when they had arrived in his bedroom, he held her arm to balance her. “Alright?” He asked, hoping that the second wind wasn’t too bad.

(Source: fredweasleyswag)

▷ Platform 9 3/4 | Fred & Hermione

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It had taken a few moments of thinking before Hermione came up with the suggestion of taking Fred back to her place, but the more she thought it over, the more ideal it seemed. There would be no reason to worry about any mischievous twin brothers intruding, as it was highly unlikely that George would know where she lived, nor would he think to go there. There wasn’t much risk of her parents coming home and finding the two in the house all alone; they worked late, which Hermione used to see as a bother, but now sees the advantages of this. Yes, the idea of taking Fred back to her home certainly seemed ideal, and after thinking it over for a moment or so longer, she finally voiced her idea, bucking her shoulders in a shrug and hoping Fred would find it just as good an idea as she did.

Clearly, the suggestion to head back to Hermione’s house came as a surprise to Fred, judging by the expression on his face, though Hermione saw no reason for it to be any concern. Her parents’ work shifts didn’t finish until the evening, meaning she and Fred would have plenty of time to themselves without having the worry of being interrupted by her parents. But, of course, Hermione assumed this was just a natural worry any boyfriend would have, especially as Fred had yet to formally introduce himself to her parents.

“They won’t be there to know,” she said, giving her shoulders a small shrug. It was enough reassurance for her (not that she’d really needed it), but whether it would be enough for Fred, she wasn’t quite sure. Hermione adopted a reassuring smile as she looked up at him, and nodded her head a little; there was really nothing to be worried about, and she wanted Fred to see this too—it wouldn’t be all that enjoyable spending time with him if he were to be tense and worried about intrusion of her parents, which wasn’t likely to happen.

“Even if they do show up—which is unlikely, mind you—everything will be fine. I can take you downstairs, you can introduce yourself, and they may ask a few questions, but then we’ll be done with it.”

She dropped Fred’s hand and moved across the room to where her trunk sat, bending to grip the handle and straightening up once she’d done so. Hermione shot a glance to Fred and smiled as she began approaching him again, dragging her trunk along with her, and upon reaching his side, she took hold of his hand once again, lightly brushing a thumb against the back of it to add further reassurance if it was needed. “Trust me, Fred,” she said her hand them coming to brush a stray piece of hair out of his face. “We’re not going to be interrupted—it’ll just be the two of us.” 

Once Hermione had offered her house for them to spend some time at, while he could see how this would benefit them by effectively wiping their tracks clean from George’s trail on determining their location, Fred found it instinctive to remind himself of whom she shared her home with. Albeit she had promised him that they’d still be at work, he couldn’t help but entertain the possibility of meeting them at another off moment. The last time he’d seen them was in the hospital wing right after the fight at the Department of Mysteries, and even then, he was sure they hadn’t the faintest idea who he was—he figured that they’d just clumped him into the band of many brothers that their daughter’s best friend had, judging by the red hair. His rather large interest in Hermione’s welfare, instead of Ron or Ginny’s first, probably had arisen multiple questions out of them, and he wasn’t particularly clear on where he stood with the Grangers.

It was odd that the two hadn’t talked much about Hermione’s parents’ feelings on their relationship; while his parents’ reaction—namely his mother, for the most part—was loud and clear whether or not they wanted it to or not, Fred had to admit that he wasn’t sure if she’d mentioned him before to hers. If he was honest, he hadn’t had a great deal of experience with meeting his girlfriends’ parents, as it seemed prior that he couldn’t hold a relationship long enough for the moment to see the light. Although Hermione wasn’t like his previous girlfriends—she was different and meant a lot more to him, and he was specifically concerned with making a better impression on her parents than the last.

The reassurance of her mum and dad not likely to turn up at the house anytime soon had sunk in enough for him to nod surely. He could see that Hermione wasn’t sweating over the possibility of her parents arriving unexpectedly to see them together, this he could tell from the indifferent shrug of her shoulder. After all, she was their daughter—she would know their work schedule better than he would. Despite the fact that the prospect was still in his head, he expected that her parents would be a lot better with handling the situation better than his.

“Right, okay. Sorry,” He apologized, shaking his head. “After receiving the brunt of the worst possible case scenario with my mum, I couldn’t help but be a little alarmed by default.” To show he wasn’t all that worried about his mother’s reaction and was partially joking, he smiled with a shrug of his shoulder. He’d gotten used to his mother’s yelling after all he’d received for his pranks, but there was always a part of him that could be terrified to wits end by that woman.

Moving away for a second to retrieve her trunk, the smile on Hermione’s face as she reached for his hand again hadn’t failed to put one on his while they readied to Apparate. Nodding again with his smile growing a little wider as her fingers brushed away hairs from his face, he murmured, “I know.” Craning his neck down to press a quick kiss to her lips, he straightened up a second later, squeezing her hand tightly.

“Is there any place near your house where we could apparate to and walk from there?” He asked. “The last thing I need is the Ministry on my case for Muggles seeing us appear out of thin air.”

(Source: fredweasleyswag)

▷ Platform 9 3/4 | Fred & Hermione

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The smile that reached Fred’s lips once Hermione had reassured him she would never think anything romantic of anyone who took an interest in her didn’t go unnoticed, and relief swept over her expression at how she had clearly managed to put his mind at ease. Hermione wouldn’t dream of ever betraying the man who had made such an impact on her life; the last thing she ever wanted to do was hurt Fred, and would avoid doing so at all costs—besides, she simply held no interest in anyone other than Fred, and she had no doubts that it would stay that way.

“Of course,” Hermione said softly, mirroring his smile as her fingers continued to comb through his hair. “I trust you.”

Although it was nice to have had that conversation, to bring both their minds to ease, Hermione couldn’t help feeling guilty for having such worries in the first place. Of course Fred wouldn’t return the feelings of someone else who found him interesting without a single thought of her—Hermione knew how he felt about her. He’d made it quite clear in the way he showed her affection, the words he spoke to her; even the way he looked at her. Fred was hers, and the chances of that changing anytime soon were highly unlike, Hermione was sure.

As Fred spoke of how George could barge in at any moment, Hermione screwed up her nose slightly, knowing that he was more than likely correct—the rest of the Weasley family had been at the platform for a fair amount of time now, and she knew it wouldn’t be much longer before they felt it was time to come home. Hermione found herself disappointed at this; she didn’t want to lose the time she had alone with Fred, as it really had been quite some time since they could truly spend time with one another. She knew the second the Weasleys came home, George’s arrival more than likely going to end up being the first, the time she had to spend with Fred would be gone, and would be replaced with cheeky comments and teasing from her boyfriend’s equally mischievous twin brother.

With a smile, Hermione took hold of the hands Fred had extended and rose to her feet, nodding her head at his suggestion. “I think that’s a wise idea,” she said, resting her forehead against his chest for a moment before tilting her head back and pressing a kiss to his chin; which she was barely able to reach without being on her toes, given the difference in height. “But where we can go, I’m not quite sure.”

The thought of staying at the Burrow, but simply finding another area (outside, for example) crossed Hermione’s mind, but it left as soon as she realized that George would somehow locate them; she couldn’t help getting the feeling he’d have a decent hunt around for them if he were to discover they weren’t in their old bedroom. Letting her mind wander for a few more moments, Hermione eventually looked to Fred with a small buck of her shoulders, before speaking again. “My parents are working at the moment, and won’t be finished until sometime after dinner—the house will be empty until then. We can go there, unless you have any other ideas.”

The impending arrival of his twin brother was sure to take place at any time now, and Fred wasn’t about to give his brother the satisfaction—the summer was long, and he could poke at them all he wanted over the span of the allotted months, but right then, all he wanted to do was spend time alone with Hermione. Their time together at that moment was short-lived before the others would begin to filter into the house, and he found no reason why they should cut the reunion short when they could escape to somewhere else for a while; somewhere the others wouldn’t look first to guess.

A smile made its way to his face as Hermione accepted his offered hand, and he helped her rise to her feet a bit before entwining their fingers together. Her forehead had pressed against his chest for a split second before reaching up and barely brushing her lips against his chin, to which he exhaled a quiet chuckle with a fond smile. She seemed that much more petite when compared to him, considering his broader frame and how he had to be at least a head taller than her.

There wasn’t a particular location to go to that had came to mind instantly; but when there were, he found that all of his ideas would be easily sought out by his brother, since he knew George would figure out all of his hiding spots. They both knew each other far too well to let anything slip past each other. It was times like this that he cursed their exclusive secrecy. He hoped that Hermione had thought of a place, since he was sure that his twin wouldn’t be able to decipher their location if it was Hermione’s doing. He could tell that she was exercising the idea thoroughly after a few moments had passed before she had spoken up again.

When Hermione’d come to a conclusion, Fred was a bit surprised when she had offered the idea of going to her house. Although it was a good idea, since he was certain that none of the Weasley clan would turn up at the Granger’s just to see the two, he couldn’t help but feel cautious about visiting her parents’ house. Although he trusted that they weren’t going to be there by her word, he was aware that he still hadn’t made a formal introduction as her boyfriend to Hermione’s parents, and it wouldn’t be off to a great start if they discovered she was alone with him in their house. “That’d be okay with them?” He asked warily.

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▷ Platform 9 3/4 | Fred & Hermione

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With the way Fred threw out the comment of how perceptions could easily change over time, Hermione tilted her head to the side, a smile that held hints of sadness curling at her lips—she didn’t like that Fred was feeling worried about this, which could easily be seen as hypocritical, especially as she couldn’t fight the feeling herself. She brought her fingers to comb through Fred’s hair, the act being one of comfort as she looked him in the eye. It was very true, what he’d said; perceptions could change easily, this being proven with how Fred and Hermione had gotten together. Their personalities were complete opposites, and one wouldn’t ever have expected the two to enter a relationship—Hermione had always been all for following school rules, and Fred was the complete opposite; a mischievous trouble-maker. It was an unlikely pairing, but it had proven to be a lovely one; Hermione couldn’t see herself with anyone now that she had Fred in her life like this.

“That is true,” Hermione admitted with a small nod, still running her fingers through his hair. “We are a very strong example of that. I hope you know that even if someone did decide to suddenly take an interest in me the way you do, I would never return such an interest.” She wore what she hoped to be a reassuring smile and lightly dusted her lips against Fred’s cheek, a small sigh of content passing her. “I can assure you that.”

The chances of Hermione taking an interest in another man when she felt so strongly for Fred were very slim, if the chance was there at all. Hermione adored Fred, she loved Fred—she couldn’t imagine feeling the same way about anyone else, which still shocked her from time to time. How she hadn’t noticed the way she and Fred worked together, despite the differences in their personalities, back when she was younger was beyond her. Perhaps it was because they didn’t speak all that often, and when they did, Hermione was scolding him for his recklessly mischievous behavior most of the time. Maybe if they were to sit down and have a genuine conversation with one another sooner, the realization of just how well they clicked would’ve hit them both that there was easily something between them.

Hermione was certainly grateful that Fred had asked for her help in Charms that one evening during the recent school year.

Her smile grew as Fred spoke again, stating that she’d always have his heart, and Hermione believed every word of it. Whenever Fred would tell her something so sweet, so loving, he always sounded so genuine. The words that came from him in regards to his feelings for her and their relationship always made her feel good, this feeling evident in her expression as she looked up at him. “The same goes to you.”

Fred agreed to drop the subject, which Hermione was more than satisfied with—talking about potential interest others may take in them both was certainly bringing down the mood slightly. Hermione sat up once again and repositioned herself, her legs tucked under her as she kneeled beside Fred on the mattress. “I don’t suppose you know how much longer the rest of the family is going to be, do you?” she asked, placing her hand back on his chest and turning her head to look at the door. “If there’s going to be an intrusion, specifically by that twin of yours, I’d like to be somewhat prepared.”

With all the complications concerning other people getting into the picture, it was impulsive for Fred to imagine the same on his part. He could just see how easily other men could develop an interest in Hermione, and he couldn’t do a bloody thing about it from such a distance away. While it was the same case for her, he could see it would be a tad bit more difficult for her to get away when she’d be seeing them everywhere; whether it be in the Great Hall, the common room, classes, or even in the corridors. The thought worried him, and it didn’t go unvoiced.

Her fingers had found their way to rake through his rather untidy ginger hair, and a gleam of consolation shone in her eyes. Never would he doubt Hermione for a second that she wouldn’t take action on any interest brought forth onto her by an admiring bloke, but her reminding words still managed to relieve him of the tension that had built up in his chest after letting his mind wander too far. Slowly but surely, his lip curled slightly into a small smile. “I do,” He assured with a nod of his head. “I hope that you know any instigation of a relationship directed towards me that isn’t you will certainly be ignored without a second glance.”

Glad they were rid of the subject, Fred felt more than relaxed about not having to discuss the matters any further. At any given moment, their privacy would be deprived of them once the rest of his family had arrived back at the Burrow, and he didn’t want to waste it. Watching Hermione shuffled a bit until she was sitting up again and asking about when the rest of them would be due to arrive, it motivated him to move from the position he’d been in for nearly the entire time as he pushed himself off his elbows to sit up against his headboard. “Well now that you mention it,” He started, taking it into serious consideration, “Knowing my dear git of a brother who is prone to barging in without permission, I’d say any moment.”

He’d imagine that the idle chit-chat of getting caught up with the others from Hogwarts had ended by then, and the lot could be on their way as they spoke. While the other adults had to stay back with the underage students, George most likely didn’t let himself be tied up and could be Apparating into the room whenever. Despite the fact that he and his brother were so close that they might as well’ve been glued to each others’ sides, he knew that Hermione wouldn’t be up for his constant teasing that was sure to come. Surprisingly, George didn’t seem to have a proper moment to do so during their time at Hogwarts.

“Which is why,” He continued, standing up from the bed and extending his hand, “I propose that we go somewhere the nosy sod probably wouldn’t go to find us. Any input?”

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▷ Platform 9 3/4 | Fred & Hermione

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The surprise Hermione felt at Fred’s next comment was evident in the facial expression she’d adopted; her brows rose in curiosity, and her head cocked to the side, her lips pursed as she tried to think over why he’d be worried about other blokes. “What do you have to worry about?” she asked, though not bitterly—merely curious, as she was struggling to find a reason as to why Fred had the need to worry about the many other men in Hogwarts. “Barely anyone took an interest in me before you did, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. Not that I mind, of course—I’m perfectly content with calling you the man who has won my heart.”

It was a fairly cheesy line, and Hermione was aware of this, however she felt the need to really prove to Fred that he really had nothing to worry about; if men were to suddenly take an interest in her, which Hermione considered unlikely, there wouldn’t be any chance in her showing a mutual interest. Her heart was with Fred, and that was where it would remain. Of course, she trusted that it was the same situation with Fred, however she couldn’t fight her sense of worry even with this reassurance—Fred was a desirable man, and always had been. Hermione had no doubts there were plenty of other attractive women who had taken a strong interest in the handsome young prankster.

Rather than dwelling on her thoughts, Hermione pushed them to the side and simply lay with Fred, enjoying the theraputic feel of his fingers combing through her hair and exhaling a soft sigh of content. It had been far too long since Hermione had last enjoyed his presence like this, and she felt rather guilty for bringing her worries to the surface and putting a bit of a damper on the mood. She looked to Fred, offering him a small smile, and placed her hand on his chest, idly brushing her thumb against the fabric of his shirt. “Let’s not think about this anymore. It’s been too long since we’ve last spent proper time together—I don’t want us to be dwelling over our worries and negative thoughts.”  

As he expected, Hermione didn’t see the reasoning behind him being worried over other men going after her at Hogwarts; this was expressed in the way she reacted with bewilderment laced into her features. Although she didn’t appear to be convinced by the idea of it occurring, he could easily see that men would slowly begin to see what he saw in her—admittedly, not as much of a bossy, very opinionated girl she was in her earlier years, but an extremely intelligent, clever, and beautiful young woman. His eyes cast down for a second, he shrugged a bit to himself before meeting her eyes again. “Perceptions could change over time,” He replied simply. “We’re both rather familiar with that.”

It was obviously not love at first sight with the two; before his seventh year, he couldn’t see really anything in common that they had, as their interests seemed to be completely opposite. When she first arrived at Hogwarts, he would be lying if he said he didn’t think of her as a bit of a know-it-all. Albeit she had mellowed with age, when she had been appointed as a prefect, all he could see was a hazard to his pranking operations and imminent detentions being given to him. The two didn’t see eye to eye when it came to the rules—while she was prone to enforcing them, he was all for defying them.

But it was odd to think that if he hadn’t been nearly failing his Charms class, neither of them would’ve gotten to know each other better, thus leading to a relationship. If he hadn’t asked for some help that he so desperately needed, she’d only ever just be Ron’s best friend—whom everyone was egging on to finally get together with. He didn’t regret anything one bit, and he wouldn’t change anything to have it another way.

He hadn’t found it hard to believe that other blokes could possibly take a liking to her during the course of her next year, because honestly, he couldn’t blame them.

Averting his thoughts from the potential jealousy that was boiling through him just by the thought of there being other men at Hogwarts fancying her, Fred smiled at her last statement and answered lightly with a smile in his voice, “Love, and you’ll always have mine.”

Glad that Hermione had suggested to cease the conversation any longer, he nodded wholeheartedly in agreement. “Right,” He said, smiling back at her. “It’s been far too long.”

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▷ Platform 9 3/4 | Fred & Hermione

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It was obvious in Fred’s facial expression that even he was shocked at the possessive tone in Hermione’s voice, and this only made her feel more foolish for letting it happen. An audible sigh left her, adopting an extremely apologetic expression as she looked at the man who looked so terribly surprised. He was lost for words, she could tell; his mouth opened slightly as though he was about to say something, but it closed straight after, without so much as a peep coming from him. Hermione mentally scolded herself for becoming so possessive, disappointed that she’d snapped at Fred to some extent when she’d come out with the comment about women visiting the shop. It wasn’t fair to Fred; of course there would be female customers entering the store, but not every one of them were going to try and make a move on him—just like no men made moves on her when she was alone at Hogwarts.

Even though Hermione had convinced herself she was only being ridiculous about the situation, Fred’s words had brought her a great amount of reassurance. Of course she’d been worried about other women taking a liking to Fred; he meant so much to her, and was the only male who’d ever made the effort to show her he cared for her romantically (unlike his brother). She’d fallen for him harder than she’d expected she would, and didn’t want anything to potentially get in between their relationship—or anyone.

As Fred tapped her chin and smiled, Hermione mirrored his expression, nodding her head and bringing her hand to rest at his cheek. “Yeah,” she echoed, her thumb lightly dusting along his skin. “Yes, of course—as I said, I was just being ridiculous. I over-think things sometimes, clearly.” She brought her other hand to rest at the other side of his face and lightly moved to brush her lips against his, allowing them to linger for a moment or so and then resting her forehead against his own.

“I’m sorry,” she said, peppering his lips with quick little pecks for a second or so, hoping to express her apology—which she was probably fussing over too much as well. “I don’t know what happened there… I suppose I’m just not used to the fact that there are other women around you that will take an interest in you, and that aren’t me.”

To Fred’s relief, it appeared his words got through to Hermione as his finger tapped lightly under her chin and her expression reflected that of his. He didn’t want her to think of other women making their way into his life and offering the possibility of jeopardizing their relationship, when it was the last thing that should pass her mind. Whether or not there are other women supposedly paying him more attention, none of that would ever bear any meaning to him; he didn’t care for anyone else in a romantic sense, and didn’t plan on allowing anyone to make changes to that.

Smiling softly when she repeated him, he gave his head a little nod. “Good.” His fingers finding their way to comb themselves through her hair calmly as she spoke, he frowned a bit and shook his head when she mentioned over-thinking the matter. “Shouldn’t be thought about at all, honestly.” He muttered quietly.

Both of her hands resting against his cheeks, Hermione leaned forward to press a quick, yet lingering kiss to his lips before pressing her forehead against his lightly. Murmuring her apologies once more all the while showering him with quick pecks, even though they were not needed in the first place, he made no movement to stop her. His smile growing a bit, he answered, “Don’t be. Although with your persistent methods of persuasion, I’m finding it hard to refuse your apology here.”

Shaking his head at her words, he replied, “You don’t think I think about the same thing with other blokes?” He sometimes feared about another man that would take a liking to her—unlike in his position, they would have to see one another every day at Hogwarts.

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