A/N: I had this file sitting in my laptop almost since the start of the Fifty Shades of... Challenge. Don't get too excited though, I only had two small chapters in it. This drabble won over the other one, but I'm about to write another for some competitions. This collection is for all of the Fremione moments I may have missed in my other stories or simply just didn't get a chance to write. I'll let you know if a chapter will relate to an older story or not. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does.

Fred was at quidditch practice one day when he saw Hermione Granger sitting in the bleachers, reading a book. The book part wasn't much of a surprise, but the fact that she was at a quidditch practice was. A bludger knocked Katie Bell off her broom and that made Oliver outraged.

"Weasley! Whichever one you are…pay attention and stop looking at the bleachers! Do you want to win the Quidditch Cup this year or not?"

Fred frowned when Oliver didn't distinguish him as himself. "It's Fred," he yelled out. "Sorry for knocking your girlfriend off," he muttered under his breath, causing George to grin and wink at him. They both knew Katie and Oliver had feelings for each other…they were just in denial. Katie hadn't been that far off the ground when she fell off the broom, so she had no injuries.

But Oliver was still fuming. "Five laps around the field."

Fred sighed and started flying around. "Weasley!"

"What?" Fred couldn't help but snap irritably at him. Oliver was being such a fun sucker today, he thought to himself.

"I meant five running laps. Ten now though."

Practice ended about thirty minutes after that, and he was surprised when Hermione joined his side instead of Harry's like usual. "You did great today," she said, catching him off guard.

"Uh…thanks," he said, wishing he could have something witty to say to his crush.

She lingered in his presence a few moments longer than usual, and Fred still couldn't bloody well say a damn word to her.

She gave him a bright smile. "Well, there's Harry! I'll see you later."

Fred shook his head as she walked off, and George appeared at his side. "What was that all about?" He wanted to know.

"She was just being nice," Fred said automatically waving her presence off.

"Uh huh. Hermione doesn't usually talk to you. I think she likes you.

"No she doesn't," Fred said automatically.

"Want to bet on that?"

"No because you have the annoying habit of always being right," Fred said irritably.

George grinned. "So you do agree with me then!"

"Shut up," Fred said, shoving him lightly as they exited the Quidditch Pitch.