When your OTP does something really cute.
- 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*
Anonymous said: A girl kisses fred and hermione is hurt
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.”
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.”
If only you weren’t dead. Anyway, thanks for the prompt! I hope you like it.
In chamber of secrets when Draco calls Hermione mudblood Flint has to protect Draco from Fred
and Georgebecause he was about to beat him up for it
I don’t want to say fremione but fremione
- 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:
- my sanity:
- me: I ship it
- my sanity: FUCK!