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My very first Harry Potter Fanfiction. I'm nervous...

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He really didn't know what it was about her. In fact, she stood for everything he hated. She was rigged, snooty, book smart, and lacked self confidence. Don't even get him started on the clothes she wore. She looked like her grandmother dressed her. Nearly every inch of her was covered. She never wore make up and her hair... her hair just pissed him off! It was so wild, so untamed, and so very unfitting. He was free flowing, clever as hell, street smart, and was always up for a laugh. So, why in Merlin's name was he in the burrows living room watching her read?

There was no logical explanation for Fred Weasley to be in his parents home, pretending to sleep on the floor near her chair, his head under a book. He just wanted to watch her. The way she rested her cheek upon her hand while her eye moved rapidly, taking in each word. Sometimes her mouth would move as she mouthed the words silently or she would smile slightly. Her hair was pulled back into a large mess of a bun and her body was hidden under a large Weasley sweater. His mum seemed to always get Hermione's size wrong. The deep blue made her honeyed eyes shine a little brighter.

It pissed him off.

How in the hell did she manage to hide every bit of her figure? Seriously. This girl didn't even try. She was the only girl in the whole damn school who didn't try. The first years made more effort and they are 11! Even Luna tries... sure, she is extremely colorful but she had taken to brushing her hair and wearing makeup lately. Hermione could easily charm her hair or pick a shirt that wasn't 2 sizes too big. Her uniform skirts irritated him the most though. The damn thing came below her knees! Hermione Granger lacked sex appeal.

And yet... He was so very attracted to her.

He shouldn't even be looking her way! She was 2 years younger than him and his brothers best friend. Well, one of his best friends. Quite frankly, he didn't see why Hermione hung out with them. Harry may be cool as hell but he wasn't very sharp and Ronniekins was... well, he didn't exactly cast the brightest lumos. Hermione was brilliant! That girl was a certifiable genius and the thing was she didn't even know it. She was so convinced that she was only a little smart because she studied. But the twins had noticed it her first year. She could easily match anyone in their year. George had noticed it first, surprisingly. He had pointed it out in the great hall when Hermione had changed someones work for them. They had thought it awfully funny, assuming it was a prank on an upperclassman. They were extremely disappointed when they realized she had corrected. A sodding first year had fixed a third years course work!

Fred had watched her closely after that. She had started spending the summer at the burrow and Fred had been far too happy. Luckily, George was the only one to notice. Even the little Word Nerd never noticed.

"Fred?"

"Hmm?"

"Would you please stop staring at me? It's quite uncomfortable."

"Oh really, oh wise one?" He turned to his side so that he was facing her "Why in Merlin's name would my eyes, my lovely eyes if I might add, caressing you make you uncomfortable?"

"Maybe because you call staring 'eye caressing' or maybe because you've been at it for hours." She glared. "Oh, I know what it is! It is the complete lack of decency. I feel like you're taking my clothes off and it is most unwelcome whilst I am reading." She hissed at him. A brown lock had slipped a bit from her bun and the wisp of hair tickled her neck.

"You mean it would be welcome if you weren't reading? Well then, Dearie, put down the book." His eyebrows wriggled at her and she bushed furiously. It made his fingers ache. He wanted to feel the heat in her cheeks.

"Th-that is not what I meant and you know it." Her cheeks puffed up as she pouted.

"Oh, come on 'Mione. You know I'm only kidding. I'd never dream of asking you to put a book down." He sat up and slid closer to her.

She smiled a bit and it was one of his favorite looks on her. It was shy and sweet and held all of her know it all charm. It wasn't quite a smirk. No, she was not cocky enough for that. But it warmed his heart and it made him smile too.

"What are you reading? It has to be awfully boring to keep you interested in it for," he looked a the clock "3 hours."

"It's a muggle story."

"How very vague Miss Granger. Come on, details!" He was leaning against the chair and was rapidly patting her legs, which she had thrown over one of the chair arms. He was behaving quite childishly. But he was touching her and it gave him tingles.

She blushed. "It's something of a romance." She looked at him, patiently waiting for a crude remark. Fred had always been a bit more playful than George. Though, when it was just the two of them he seemed to be a little more resigned.

"I did say details. I won't have you leaving me hanging." He smiled at her. It was a bit crooked; his mouth seemed to turn up more at one end. It was endearing. It seemed to add to his rouge like charm. Fred was always the unreachable one. He flirted a bit with girls but it seemed like he was too far off to catch. She would have to be someone special to be with him, Hermione thought frequently. She would have to understand that he wasn't really meant to be caught; he was a free spirit. He would need someone to love him for who he was, and she would need to be stern with him. Fred often took pranks too far when George wasn't around to restrain him.

The nagging feeling in her stomach when she thought of the kind of girl Fred would need to be with made her stop. She thought of it too often. She thought of Fred too often. But he had become a very close friend and suddenly he was all around her. As an example, this very moment; Fred had brought her a cup of tea when she took her book to the sitting room, and he had stayed. He had grabbed a book and laid on the floor. He had flipped to middle, which didn't make any sense to Hermione at all because she was quite certain he had never read the book before, and as he pretended to read he had stared at her. FOR THREE HOURS.

The worst part? She didn't even mind.

She told him all about the book. She had gotten so wrapped up in telling him that she didn't notice him grab her feet and start rubbing. The pressure was lovely and she sighed. His lips quirked up in that goofy smile and she melted a bit more. He really was attractive. Sure, he had an attractive face but it was more than that. He had a certain charm, a radiance. It definitely came from within. Maybe Hermione just had a tendency to look for it, but she was sure it was there.

He seemed to be hanging on here every word. She couldn't bring herself to give him a simple summary. She told him about every character, gave a summary of each chapter, details about the scenery. She flushed as she realized she had told him the ending.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you the ending."

"It's not like I'm likely to read it." He chuckled. "You've read it before? And you're reading it again... you are a strange one Word Nerd." He said as his fingers lightly dragged over her arch. She squealed and pulled her foot away. "Ooo! She's ticklish!"

She flushed again. "It's a good book." She wasn't going to acknowledge his comment.

"Do you read smutty novels often?" his eyes were sparkling with mischief.

She cleared her throat. "I suppose... I sort of started last summer. Ginny lent me one. It's nice. I'm always reading educational books. And it isn't like I have a whole lot of romance in my life." She mumbled the last bit. Her eyes went wide. She had relaxed a bit too much. That bit wasn't supposed to slip out!

"Oh 'Mione, you could though. You just have to abandon those awful sweaters and baggy clothes."

She prickled and he instantly regretted it. He hadn't meant it in a cruel way. He knew she had faced a lot of criticism about her looks. He couldn't understand it. She was gorgeous! She just dressed a bit... frumpy.

"I'm off to bed. It's late." She said softly. She pulled her other foot away from him and walked up the stairs without another word.

Fred groaned. Bollocks.

"You're an idiot."

"How long have you been there?" Fred asked his twin.

George was leaning against the door frame with a smirk. "Long enough to see you make a complete arse of yourself. You used to be so smooth. Not as smooth as me, but enough to avoid offending the ladies. Then you go and insult the one that actually counts." He was laughing.

"Oh shut up!" He said before going upstairs.

He really needed to work on this... oh god, he was going to have to ask for advice. He was going to have ask for advice!

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