Oh look! Something new! Sadly, because Fred is about three years older than Hermione and he left school before his seventh year, I had to change some bits. Not that it really matters, this is an AU. Some parts may not be factually accurate but this isn't here for its factuality but rather, for its Fremione content. I hope you enjoy and R&R as always!
~Bethany

All Hermione really wanted to do in this moment of time, was sit down and finally get round to studying. It was a cold autumn evening, which was closing in on the anniversary of the death of one of her closest friend's parents. She always tried to be a little more sensitive and caring around this time of year, to make sure that Harry was okay without bringing up the subject much. Harry had only been a year old when his parents, Lily and James Potter, were murdered in their home. Sadly, the murderer managed to escape, although, it wasn't all bad news, the police knew that it was a man named Tom Riddle. They just didn't know where he is and sadly, still don't.

Hermione sat curled up in her favourite arm chair in the Gryffindor house common room with her school books, ready to study for her GCSEs, even if they were a year away. The window was wide open and so were the curtains, the setting sun cast a slightly orange glow through the window and illuminating everything orange, from a distance, someone might have thought that the room was on fire. The autumn wind blew in, sending shivers down Hermione's spine, even though she was wearing her thick, woollen winter school jumper. She dropped her books carefully on to the varnished oak wook table in front of her, and crossed over to the window, firmly shutting it, the old window crying as it was brought to a close.
The common room was fairly empty, as most of the students were still downstairs having dinner, however, Hermione decided to use this opportunity to have some quiet, and much needed study time. The bushy, brown haired girl sat back down, picking her books up and flicking through the pages. She settled on reading about radioactivity.
She was so immersed in the text book, she didn't notice Harry and her other close friend, Ron, walk in with a few of their other friends, including Neville.

'Hey Hermione. We missed you at dinner.' said Ron, leaning against the chair and peering over at the book. He made a confused face at Harry, remembering that he too, had to learn about half lives, decay, ionisation and everything in between.
Hermione didn't seem to hear Ron and carried on reading, then turning the page to read the next section.

'Earth to Hermione Granger...' Ron waved his hand in front of her book, which, he would soon realise to be a mistake as Hermione closed the book on his hand.

'Yes, Ronald?' she sighed, pushing a section of her wild hair behind her ear, only for it to fall out of place again.

Ron took his hand out of the book and inspected it carefully, then started shaking it as if he was trying to shake the pain away.

'Why weren't you at dinner?' the ginger boy said, sitting down in another chair next to Harry, who had already taken a seat upon their arrival.

Hermione neatly piled her books up and spoke in a matter of factly tone, without looking at her friends.
'Because, I was trying to study. Something that you don't seem to do very often. GCSEs are important, you know?'

'Yeah, I know!' Snapped Ron back at her.
Harry just rolled his eyes. He was used to Ron and Hermione arguing and he could tell that one was about to happen in full swing. Harry looked over at Neville who was poking at the leaves of a plant in the corner of the room.

Hermione and Ron's voices just seemed like white noise to Harry now, he'd learned how to block them out after their third year, when they argued over whether or not Hermione's cat ate Ron's pet rat.

'All you do is copy my work! You don't do the work yourself!'
'Yes I do! I can't help it if I'm not as clever as you!'
'Well perhaps if you listened in class and studied!'
'Our GCSEs aren't even until next year! Why are you studying for them now?'

'Woah, ladies. Calm down.' said a different voice with a slightly chuckle behind it.

Ron and Hermione both looked up to see that Ron's twin brothers were standing over them. Ron rolled his eyes and sat backwards, slumping in his chair.

'Is our little brother giving you grief, Hermione?' Fred laughed softly, going behind the girl with all her pent up rage and kissing the top of her head.

'Would you like us to get rid of him for you?' George asked, grinning over at Ron. Hermione shook her head and smiled gently at the both of them. Ever since she had begun dating Fred, the twins had starting backing her up a lot more in arguments.

'Get lost.' Ron said bitterly at his siblings, folding his arms across his chest and throwing them dirty looks. Harry just sat watching, slightly enjoying what was happening.

'It's our common room too, Ron. We've got every right to be here.' Fred reminded him, shrugging his shoulders and sitting on the arm of Hermione's chair.

Harry got up and nudged Ron.

'Come on, you look like you're about to explode.'

Ron peeled himself from his chair and walked upstairs with Harry, muttering under his breath.

'What?' Harry asked, sitting on the edge of his bed in the boys dormitory.

'What does Hermione see in him anyway? What does Fred have that I haven't got?' Ron flopped backwards on to his bed and groaned.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

'Well, maybe it's because he doesn't whine and complain and start arguments with her? Just a thought.' Halfway through his sentence, Harry realised that he probably shouldn't have answered that question.

'Oh thanks.' Ron said sarcastically, sitting back up and looking at his best friend. 'What is it with my friends always liking my siblings? Hermione's with Fred, and you clearly fancy Ginny. Who do I get?'

'I think Lavender's always liked you.'

Ron held his head in his hands and groaned.
'Don't remind me.'

Harry couldn't help but laugh.

When Hermione woke the next morning, she noticed that it was a rather warm day for an autumn morning. It couldn't have been no later than half past eight. Most of the other girls were still in bed and, why wouldn't they be? It was a Saturday after all. Hermione dared not open the curtains, she didn't want to rudely awake her dorm friends with the sun, which she could see pouring through the edges of the curtains. She went to change in to her clothes, just jeans and a jumper, before heading downstairs to the great hall to have breakfast.
She inspected the food in front of her and settled on having toast, scrambled eggs and some orange juice. The hall was actually quite busy for a saturday morning, students were talking with their mouths open, laughing, yawning and complaining that it was too early to be up on the weekend. Hermione just kept her head down and ate quietly. That was, until, Harry and Ron joined her at the breakfast table.

'Morning, Hermione.' Ron said civilly.

'Good morning, Ronald.' Hermione replied in the same kind of manner. Clearly, neither of them had forgotten the dispute they had the night before.

Harry looked awkwardly between his friends, wanting to break the awkward silence that had filled the atmosphere. He coughed to indicate that he wanted to talk. Ron and Hermione looked over at him expectantly.

'I was thinking...I know Christmas is coming up and you'll want to spend it with your families but I think we should go camping.' Harry saw his friends odd expressions and clarified his idea a bit more. 'I don't mean for like, a week or something, just a night. Sometime just before Christmas or just after. It'd make a change, do something other than sitting in here and playing chess.'

'I think it's a nice idea, Harry. We'll have to plan it all out with our families and find somewhere to go though.' Hermione smiled finishing off a mouthful of toast.

'Yeah, alright.' Was Ron's response as he started digging in to a plate of sausages that were slightly burned.

Hermione's face lit up all of a sudden as Fred and George came bounding over to join them at the breakfast table. Fred bent down slightly to kiss her cheek and then sat next to her as George sat opposite them, next to Ron.

'Good morning, everyone!' Fred cried happily, beaming at them all and piling bacon on to his plate.

'You're cheerful this morning.' Hermione mused.

'Of course I am! I'm the better looking twin, our joke shop ideas are going great and, I've got a beautiful girlfriend.' He laughed and pulled Hermione closer to him by her waist. George and Ron made gagging noises in the background and Harry just laughed at them.

Fred picked up a piece of toast and threw it in their direction.

'Shut up. You're both just jealous because you don't have girlfriends.' Fred put both of his arms around Hermione's waist and rest his head on her shoulder. Hermione looked like she was going a light shade of red and her heart was pounding hard against her chest, like there were a hundred drummers inside her, beating away.

'And you certainly aren't the better looking twin.' George laughed, like he had heard a very funny and inappropriate joke.

Fred and Hermione walked along the lake side slowly, their hands intertwined. The sun shone down on the lake, making it glisten like it was made of millions of tiny diamonds, the small rays of light hitting everything in the surrounding area, making it look far more beautiful than it actually was.

'It's a nice day for the middle of autumn.' Hermione sighed peacefully, looking around and taking in all the things around her. The sound of the dead leaves crunching beneath their feet, the slightly unusual smell of the lake, the sound of the birds flying away to find somewhere warmer to stay and, the look of the blue sky with its soft clouds.

'It really is. It's a shame that summer is hardly ever like this.' Fred was concentrating more on Hermione than his background when he spoke. He watched the way that Hermione's uncontrollable hair blew back over her shoulders in the light autumn breeze. The way she walked with a slight spring in her step and, the way that every so often, she'd glance at him out of the corner of her eye, like she was checking if he was still there. Then, once seeing that he was, she'd grip his hand marginally tighter. It was like she was scared that he would vanish if she didn't keep a taut grip on him.

'Yeah, the weather can be a bit rubbish.' Hermione agreed.

'Would you like to sit on the lake bank?' Asked Fred, gesturing to the spot that they were about to walk by. She nodded and they sat together, legs crossed on the bank, their hands still together. Fred picked up a large nearby leaf and placed it in the water, they watched it travel down the lake and out of sight.. Hermione did the same, eventually, they were racing the leaves across the lake.

'Yes..yes..YES! I win!' Fred chanted, fist pumping the air.

'Yeah, alright. Don't get all high and mighty.' Hermione laughed, tapping Fred on the nose.

'Or are you just a sore loser?' he mocked, nudging her carefully with his elbow.

'I am not. Besides, we were leaf racing, hardly something important.'

'Even so, it's nice to see you out and enjoying yourself, instead of sitting in the common room studying and doing your homework. I like it when you take a break from all that. You deserve it.' admitted Fred quietly and smiling awkwardly over at his book worm of a girlfriend.

'Thank you.' She looked up to see him but the sun shone in her eyes, making her squint. Hermione rested her head against Fred's shoulder and kissed it.

They sat together like that in silence for a long while, just enjoying each other's company. Taking in the fact that they were there and they were together, and that was all that mattered in that point of time. It seemed like the clocks and stopped ticking and Earth had stopped spinning, just for them, just for this moment, just for this short minute.

The sound of running footsteps could be heard coming closer to where they were sat. The sound of a voice, belonging to a girl came shortly after it.

'Hey, Hermione, do you know where-' Ginny saw her brother and her friend turn to look at her. 'You know what, it doesn't matter. Sorry for bothering you.'

Hermione brushed her hair from her face and smiled.

'No, it's fine. What were you saying?'

'I just wanted to know if you knew where Harry was, that was all.' Ginny said, putting her hands in to her pockets.

'Have you tried the common room?' Was Hermione's answer and Ginny nodded.

'That was the first place I went.'

'Then I would suggest the football pitch. I'm not sure if he'll be there but it's a start.'

'Okay. Thanks Hermione. Bye!' Ginny replied cheerfully. 'Bye Fred!'

'Bye.' Fred said, watching his little sister bound off in the direction of the football pitch. He dipped his fingers in to the lake and then flicked the water in Hermione's face. He laughed as she looked at him, and obviously very unimpressed with him.

'Hey!' She cried, hitting him across the arm and wiping the water from her face.

'There was no need for violence.'

Hermione stood and held out her hand towards Fred, who took it and got to his feet.

'I'm taking you away from the lake. I'd rather not get soaked.' She informed him, walking back towards the school.

She took him back to the common room where they sat together on the sofa for as long as Hermione would let them before she decided that she had to do her homework.

From that point on, Fred left so she could do it, and so that he could go and spend time with George and get up to their usual no good antics. Hermione had to admit though, she loved his sense of humour and his active imagination, however, she just wished that the pair of them would obey by the rules sometimes.

Her work was done quickly without many interruptions, which she was grateful for. Do you know how irritating it is to be interrupted when you are in the middle of working?
Hermione packed away her paper and pens and sat in her dormitory where Ginny was sat.

'You didn't find him then?' Hermione assumed.

'No. It's okay though. It was nothing important...You and Fred looked like you were having fun.' Ginny said happily.

'We were actually. It was nice.' Hermione sat down on her bed to converse with her friend.

Ginny laughed and bought her knees up to her chest.

'You two are adorable.'

Hermione wasn't sure how to respond so she just said an unconvincing 'thank you' and left the common room, leaving Ginny alone again.

She'd never really thought about how she and Fred looked together to other people. She didn't think people really paid any attention to trivial things like that, apparently, she was wrong. And that did not happen often.

A first year student came running in to the common room covered in flour and had a terrified look on his face, this indicated to Hermione that this was one of the twins' practical jokes. Sure enough, he was followed in by the troublesome twosome.

'Sorry, that one wasn't for you.' Fred said to him, wiping some flour out of the boys hair.
'Yeah, it was for our brother actually.' George continued.
'You just happened to get in the way.' Finished Fred.

The boy went away to clean himself off and Hermione was left looking at the pair of them in a disapproving manner.

'You have got to stop doing this! You're not allowed to play horrible practical jokes on people, it's against the rules!' Hermione tried keeping her voice down at an acceptable level.

'Lighten up, Hermione. We're just trying to have some fun.' George sighed. 'Fred, control your girlfriend.'

Hermione seemed to get even angrier then, her fists were clenched tightly by her sides.

'We're very sorry.' Fred responded, extending his arms out to her.

Hermione licked her lips and paused for a moment, deciding whether or not she should leave or go to him. In the end, she just smiled helplessly and fell in to Fred's arms, just like she knew she would all along. He locked her in to a tight hug.

'I'm only hugging you because I like you too much to stay mad at you.' she said sternly.

Fred whispered in to her ear.
'That's more than enough for me.'