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attack-on-kari:

When your OTP does something really cute.

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greenglassesandmarvel:

My OTP
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  • Me: *reads Harry potter*
  • Them: what are you reading
  • Me: the fifth Harry potter
  • Them: oh I love Order oh the Phoenix
  • Me: no it's Harry potter and that time you could totally see Fremiome was canon
  • Them: *backs away slowly*
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WHAT CUTES

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Anonymous said: A girl kisses fred and hermione is hurt

titaniachiru:

Hermione didn’t know if she wanted to punch him in the face or cry. Or maybe even both.

The sight of Fred kissing another girl set an ache in her heart. She didn’t even know why, but she couldn’t stand it. The brunette started to walk away from the couple, who were sharing a very intimate moment in a very public place; Hermione pushed through the crowd hurriedly. She didn’t him to see her; she didn’t want anyone who knew her to see her. All she wanted to do was leave the bloody Christmas party and curl up in her bed and cry and-

“Hermione!” Oh god why. She started to walk faster at the sound of his voice.

“Hermione, wait!” Fred called, chasing after her. She stopped, letting him catch up. Fred pushed through the crowd of students until her reached her.

“What’s wrong, Hermione?” he asked, concerned.

Hermione glared at him, feeling a surge of disbelief and anger. ‘What’s wrong? You should know what’s wrong, idiot!’ She would’ve said the exact words if it weren’t for the worry in his eyes. It actually seemed genuine, and she didn’t know if he was just extremely good at acting or he really didn’t know.

Either way, it only infuriated her more.

She shook her head. “Nothing. I just don’t like parties all that much.”

Fred looked at her worriedly, and then broke into a grin. “Oh come on. Stay a little longer.”

“Why should I?” If he noticed the sharpness of her tone, he didn’t let on.

“Because you need to kiss me.”

“What?”

He shrugged. “We’re under the mistletoe,” he said, pointing upwards with a cheeky grin. “We have to kiss.”

“No, we don’t,” Hermione huffed. “And what about that girl you kissed earlier? Forgotten her already?”

He looked at her with furrowed brows, confused. “Girl? What-” His expression changed into understanding, as if he just realized what she was talking about. Did he really just realize that he had been kissing another girl, looking like he wanted to eat her head at that, and suddenly wanted to kiss her too? Hermione huffed, rolling her eyes.

“That wasn’t-” he began, but then stopped abruptly. He narrowed his eyes at her, his lips tugging into a smirk. “Hermione, are you jealous?”

Hermione blushed. “No, I’m not!” she replied. “I just find it utterly disgusting that a man could so easily go from girl to girl.”

Fred didn’t even look hurt. Just amused. That only made her angrier. “Well, jealous or not, you still have to kiss me.” He shrugged nonchalantly, his grin irritating her. “Rules are rules.”

“Oh,” Hermione said, eyebrow raised. She crossed her arms. “Then I’m just another girl you have to kiss just because of some stupid rules? I’m just another one of those girls you happened to be with standing under the mistletoe with?”

“No.” Fred chuckled, holding by the shoulder and shaking his head. His eyes locked with hers, and he wore a small smile. “You’re Hermione Jean Granger, brightest witch of your age and the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” His brows furrowed and he stopped abruptly, looking at her with a frown. “And what do you mean ‘happened to’? You think I plan these things?”

She couldn’t help it; a small laugh escaped her lips, and she smiled softly as he continued.

Fred’s smile returned at the sound of her laugh. “Anyway, you’re Hermione Jean Granger, and you love to read, you love house elves, you hate flying, you know every textbook by heart, you punched Draco Malfoy in the face, you get crazy jealous,” – she gave him a sharp glare, which only made his grin grow wider – “and you’re Hermione Jean Granger, completely smitten over me.”

Hermione blushed. “I am not-”

“And I,” he cut in, “am absolutely head over heels for you.” Her cheeks became redder than they were before at his confession.

He cupped her face with both hands and leaned in closer, and stopped when he was inches away from her lips. He looked at her uncertainly, asking for permission, and when she didn’t pull away, he gently pressed his lips to hers.

He kissed her softly, much different than how he kissed that other girl, and with a sort of tenderness that surprised her. The kiss was patient, loving, and he was conveying all his feelings for her through that one kiss. When he pulled away, Hermione found herself wanting to kiss him again.

Fred rested his forehead on hers, his grin still plastered on his face. “Still jealous?” he asked softly.

“I’m not jealous,” she huffed, but then bit her lip, looking at him uncertainly. “So that girl…”

“Meant nothing,” he finished. Hermione was relieved, and he gave her a small peck. Fred’s grin had grown wider. “Besides, that wasn’t me. It was George.”

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Oh, Fred. If only you weren’t dead. Anyway, thanks for the prompt! I hope you like it.

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lilyevanhs:

In chamber of secrets when Draco calls Hermione mudblood Flint has to protect Draco from Fred and George  because he was about to beat him up for it

I don’t want to say fremione but fremione

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fremionememories:

“It’s all over..” Hermione whispered, not believing that after all their hard work, Voldemort was finally gone. Finished. Never coming back. Loud cheers erupted from the crowds, and colourful sparks started shooting into the sky, lighting it up with their wonderful colours. Everyone was celebrating. Well, everyone but her.

A lot of lives were lost, and still, people were celebrating. Hermione couldn’t blame them, no one could. They were celebrating the end of evil, the start of another era where everyone was safe. Some were celebrating with their families, grateful that they were alive. Others were celebrating because the lives of the lost members of their family were finally avenged. But she still couldn’t help but feel as if her world was still dark and empty as she turned away from the crowd and headed towards her secret place. Their secret place.

She could feel someone’s eyes on her as she trudged towards the forbidden forest. It was probably either Ron or Harry, looking at her sadly as she walked away from them. But she didn’t want their sympathy, she didn’t want anyone’s sympathy, because they didn’t understand how she felt. They will never understand.

She had stood there, without moving, watching her world fall and crumple into pieces around her. He was gone. She had fallen to her knees, loud sobs racking through her as she watched the love of her live just laying there, unmoving, his lifeless eyes staring up at nothing. Walking through the forest she felt as if she was falling into a black empty pit of nothingness. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as all the memories they had in this forest came crashing through her mind like waves crashing against rocks.

Their first kiss. The day he first told her that he loved her. When she used to sneak out and meet him here during her sixth year. When he comforted her after Dumbledore’s death.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get out the image of his motionless body out of her mind. She lost him. Her biggest fear had come true. Hermione didn’t move for what felt like ages, just stood in the middle of the clearing, the last conversation they had replaying through her mind..

“Mione, we’ll both be okay, you hear me? We’re going to live through this and laugh about how scared we were.” Fred, his voice shaking slightly, tried to assure Hermione, wiping the tears running down her cheeks with his thumps.

“How can you be sure? People are dying, there are hundreds of death eaters out there, and I… I don’t want to lose you, Fred!”

“And you won’t. We’ll be fine, but just in case anything happens, remember that I will always love you, Hermione Jean Granger.”

“I love you too, Fred Weasley. Forever and always.” they kissed one last time before both of them got separated, not knowing that the next time they meet, one of them will be dead.

She could still feel his lips on hers, his words softly carried around by the wind, and when she closed her eyes, she could still see him, standing in front of her and grinning widely, reaching out to hold her hand. She could feel his fingers touching hers.

“Hermione…”

She knew she was hallucinating, there was no way it was Fred who said her name, but she couldn’t help but hope a little that maybe, just maybe, the impossible had happened, and he was back.

“Mione, why are you crying?” strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against a defined chest. Her body went rigid as she felt someone’s warm breath against her ear. “Why are you crying, Mia?” a voice all too familiar whispered, sending shivers down her spine.

“F-Fred?” she managed to squeak out, hope bubbling inside her like a volcano waiting for the right time to erupt.

“Who else? Merlin, Mia, it hasn’t been three hours since I last saw you, and you already forgot me?!” she could hear the humour in his voice.

She turned around and, indeed, it was Fred. Very much alive and grinning. The only thing different about him were the scratches and dried blood on his face. “But- but you’re dead.”

The grin slipped away from his face. “You could say that.”

“Do you mean, you weren’t dead?”

“I was, my heart had stopped. Everything was dark, Mia. I- I thought I was never going to see you again. It was the worst feeling ever. But then, I heard your voice.” Fred shook his head, as if he himself couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“You heard my voice?” Disbelief flooded Hermione’s face, and Fred couldn’t help but chuckle at how she looked.

“Yeah, I- I don’t know what exactly happened, I just know that I had to come back to you, and next thing I know, I’m waking up in the Great Hall and scaring the shit out of everyone.”

Hermione couldn’t help it, she threw her arms around him and buried her face in hie chest, crying her eyes out and silently thanking whatever or whoever was the reason Fred was back with her.

“I’m sorry.” Fred kept muttering as he stroked Hermione’s hair and buried his face in her neck. “I’m never ever leaving you again, Mia.”

Hermione lifted her head and smiled slightly, her face glistening with relieved tears. “You better not.” she muttered before kissing him.

fremionememories:

“It’s all over..” Hermione whispered, not believing that after all their hard work, Voldemort was finally gone. Finished. Never coming back. Loud cheers erupted from the crowds, and colourful sparks started shooting into the sky, lighting it up with their wonderful colours. Everyone was celebrating. Well, everyone but her.

A lot of lives were lost, and still, people were celebrating. Hermione couldn’t blame them, no one could. They were celebrating the end of evil, the start of another era where everyone was safe. Some were celebrating with their families, grateful that they were alive. Others were celebrating because the lives of the lost members of their family were finally avenged. But she still couldn’t help but feel as if her world was still dark and empty as she turned away from the crowd and headed towards her secret place. Their secret place.

She could feel someone’s eyes on her as she trudged towards the forbidden forest. It was probably either Ron or Harry, looking at her sadly as she walked away from them. But she didn’t want their sympathy, she didn’t want anyone’s sympathy, because they didn’t understand how she felt. They will never understand.

She had stood there, without moving, watching her world fall and crumple into pieces around her. He was gone. She had fallen to her knees, loud sobs racking through her as she watched the love of her live just laying there, unmoving, his lifeless eyes staring up at nothing. Walking through the forest she felt as if she was falling into a black empty pit of nothingness. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as all the memories they had in this forest came crashing through her mind like waves crashing against rocks.

Their first kiss. The day he first told her that he loved her. When she used to sneak out and meet him here during her sixth year. When he comforted her after Dumbledore’s death.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get out the image of his motionless body out of her mind. She lost him. Her biggest fear had come true. Hermione didn’t move for what felt like ages, just stood in the middle of the clearing, the last conversation they had replaying through her mind..

“Mione, we’ll both be okay, you hear me? We’re going to live through this and laugh about how scared we were.” Fred, his voice shaking slightly, tried to assure Hermione, wiping the tears running down her cheeks with his thumps.

“How can you be sure? People are dying, there are hundreds of death eaters out there, and I… I don’t want to lose you, Fred!”

“And you won’t. We’ll be fine, but just in case anything happens, remember that I will always love you, Hermione Jean Granger.”

“I love you too, Fred Weasley. Forever and always.” they kissed one last time before both of them got separated, not knowing that the next time they meet, one of them will be dead.

She could still feel his lips on hers, his words softly carried around by the wind, and when she closed her eyes, she could still see him, standing in front of her and grinning widely, reaching out to hold her hand. She could feel his fingers touching hers.

“Hermione…”

She knew she was hallucinating, there was no way it was Fred who said her name, but she couldn’t help but hope a little that maybe, just maybe, the impossible had happened, and he was back.

“Mione, why are you crying?” strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against a defined chest. Her body went rigid as she felt someone’s warm breath against her ear. “Why are you crying, Mia?” a voice all too familiar whispered, sending shivers down her spine.

“F-Fred?” she managed to squeak out, hope bubbling inside her like a volcano waiting for the right time to erupt.

“Who else? Merlin, Mia, it hasn’t been three hours since I last saw you, and you already forgot me?!” she could hear the humour in his voice.

She turned around and, indeed, it was Fred. Very much alive and grinning. The only thing different about him were the scratches and dried blood on his face. “But- but you’re dead.”

The grin slipped away from his face. “You could say that.”

“Do you mean, you weren’t dead?”

“I was, my heart had stopped. Everything was dark, Mia. I- I thought I was never going to see you again. It was the worst feeling ever. But then, I heard your voice.” Fred shook his head, as if he himself couldn’t believe what he was saying.

You heard my voice?” Disbelief flooded Hermione’s face, and Fred couldn’t help but chuckle at how she looked.

“Yeah, I- I don’t know what exactly happened, I just know that I had to come back to you, and next thing I know, I’m waking up in the Great Hall and scaring the shit out of everyone.”

Hermione couldn’t help it, she threw her arms around him and buried her face in hie chest, crying her eyes out and silently thanking whatever or whoever was the reason Fred was back with her.

“I’m sorry.” Fred kept muttering as he stroked Hermione’s hair and buried his face in her neck. “I’m never ever leaving you again, Mia.”

Hermione lifted her head and smiled slightly, her face glistening with relieved tears. “You better not.” she muttered before kissing him.

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Fred: Yeah, it is scary. It’s terrifying. Especially when I am in love with a psycho like you.Hermione: I am not a psycho!Fred: I just told you that I loved you, and all you heard was ‘psycho’. The definition of neurotic!Hermione: The definition of neurotic is a person who suffers from anxiety, obsessive thoughts, compulsive acts, and physical ailments without any objective evidence of…Fred: Shut up! Yet again, I just told you I am in love with you and you are standing here giving me a vocabulary list.
- Quotes from The Ugly Truth
I love this movie! and this part is lovely to a Fremione moment.

Fred: Yeah, it is scary. It’s terrifying. Especially when I am in love with a psycho like you.
Hermione: I am not a psycho!
Fred: I just told you that I loved you, and all you heard was ‘psycho’. The definition of neurotic!
Hermione: The definition of neurotic is a person who suffers from anxiety, obsessive thoughts, compulsive acts, and physical ailments without any objective evidence of…
Fred: Shut up! Yet again, I just told you I am in love with you and you are standing here giving me a vocabulary list.


- Quotes from The Ugly Truth

I love this movie! and this part is lovely to a Fremione moment.

(via pottesleyangeruders)

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Fan problems

avidreaderkimyue:

My otp is still not canon.

Look at the ships I ship,

STILL. NOT. CANON.

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I still ship Harmony though!

  • me: Harmony is basicly canon! Woo Hoo!
  • me: *sees fremione* Huh? Fred and Harmione what?
  • me: *scrolls fremione tag*
  • me: *scrolls*
  • my sanity: no, stop... What are you doing.
  • me: *scrolls*
  • my sanity: Stop, STOP! You're getting confused!
  • me: *scrolls. eyes widen*
  • my sanity: YOUR SUNKEN SHIP HAS JUST RISEN FROM THE DEPTHS, AnD You waNT tO cHAiN YOUrSeLf tO AN eVEn MoRE SuNKEN oNE NOW!!!!
  • me: *scrolls scrolls scrolls*
  • my sanity:
  • me:
  • my sanity:
  • me:
  • me:
  • me:
  • me: I ship it
  • my sanity: FUCK!