It All Started With A Pygmy Puff (A Fred and Hermione Story) Fremione

In The Shop

Hermione woke up confused as she felt the softness of her bed. She clearly remembered she fell asleep on the floor, beside Fred, who slept on her sofa. She was confused at how she managed to get in the bed without waking up. She sat up, squinting as the sunlight was spread throughout her now brightened room. She looked at the drawer beside her and noticed a note on there with her name on it. She picked it up and read it.

Dear Hermione,

Thank you for helping me, even though I did none of the work, it really meant a lot to me. If you could, you could come over to the shop to help out more with the paperwork. Ron told me you needed a job, and George and I were thinking at thus would be a perfect start to work at. Don't worry, it won't be too much to handle and we will pay you well. Come by today, we will want to see you.

Your favorite twin, 

Fred

She got out of bed and made her way to her drawers she find some undergarments along with her clothes for the day. She got into the shower and sighed at the feel of the warm water trickling down her body. For some reason, she suddenly thought of Fred instead of the usual thoughts of Ron. She slowly shut her eyes and pictures Fred, his eyes crinkled as he smiled and his hazel eyes glinting mischievously. She opened her eyes suddenly, got out of the shower, and wrapped a thick, fluffy towel around her. Once she dried herself and her hair, she jumped into her clothes, which was a long, light blue, wavy shirt that reached past her hips, which were also covered with a pair of her favorite skinny jeans. To match, she wore blue sneakers that matched perfectly with her outfit. She looked over to the top of her drawers, she spitted the already awake Jimmy, who looked excited to leave the house. She grabbed him and set him on her shoulder, making sure he was comfortable enough. Feeling prepared, she walked to the living room, grabbed a few freshly grown strawberries, and finally flooed out of the house.

Once she was inside the shop, she was knocked down by some kids who ran past her. She fell to the floor, holding her hands out to make sure she doesn't fall on her face. She landed on her tail bone, a sharp pain going through her back. A hand was held out for her, a very large hand. Cautiously, she took it and felt the strength of his grip and tug as she was quickly pulled up.

"You were always quite the clumsy one, Mione," a smooth voice said. She looked up and felt her heart skip a beat when her eyes connected with the hazel ones that belonged to Fred. His lopsided smile was completely adorable on him.

"How would you know? You know we never really saw each other," she said back. He let out a loud chuckle and wrapped his strong arm around Hermione's shoulders.

"Ah, that is true. If you were around us too much, you would've been like us."

She laughed, "My worst nightmare."

He held his hand over his heart, "That really hurt, Mione."

She laughed, her cheeks slowly turning pink he walked behind her to hug her from behind, his head on her left shoulder. "You look nice," he whispered in her ear, enjoying that way her cheeks flamed up.

"Thank you," she answered.

She looked up when someone cleared up their throat from the upper part the the staircase. They both looked at and smiled when they saw George, who was looking at the both of them strangely. He fully turned to Hermione and winked at her. She blushed and looked down at the ground.

"Fred, you're supposed to congratulate your sister in law, not flirt with her," he said. Fred rolled his eyes, but Hermione's heart began beating fast as he wrapped his arm around been waist.

"It's not flirting," Fred argued, "it's just messing with my soon to be sister."

George rolled his eyes like Fred previously had, "'messing' with someone to you means that you are flirting with them."

"This time, it's different."

"Sure it is."

George walked down the stairs and waked toward Hermione, his arms open. She walked into his arms and welcomed the brotherly hug. "It's nice to see you again, Herms."

"It's nice to see you as well, George."

He let go and smiled at her looked at Fred with an unreadable expression, but it seemed as if Fred knew what he was silently saying. George turned around and walked away to help a customer in need.

"So?" She asked, turning back to Fred, "where do I start?"

"You can start by feeding the puffs, we're behind schedule today. Oh, and wear this," he handed her a pin with their logo on it. She put it on her shirt and gave Fred a thumbs up as she made her way toward the puff cages. She made sure Jimmy was placed comfortably on her shoulders when she bent down to a cabinet on the floor. She opened it and spotted the start food sources for the puffs, gabbed a large hand full, and dropped small amount into each cage. The puffs dived in and ate quickly, their impatient faces transforming into ones of relief.  She small left over in her palm was suddenly consumed by Jimmy, who snuggled into her open hand looked up at her lovingly. Feeling satisfied, she made her way back to Fred, waiting for the next task.

"I'm done with that. What do I do next?"

"You can finish that paperwork, it's in our office. We really don't know how to do the rest."

"At least you guys tried," she muttered.

"Huh?"

"Sorry, I had a flashback of the times Harry and Ron always asked me to do their homework, which I know they didn't even try to do. I said that it's a good thing that you at least tried. I should get to work then, boss."

She walked into the office and her mouth dropped to the ground. Inside the office were beautiful, unfinished projects and products. The room was painted in bright, eye-hurting colors such as yellow, orange, and even maroon. She looked around and spotted the large stack of papers, which were already separated by what was finished and what was not. She sat at the desk with Fred's name and began looking at the paperwork. It took her a very long time to finish the papers, but she managed to do it nonetheless. Consumed by drowsiness, her face hit the desk and she was out like a light.

Hermione shuffled in her sleep when she heard voices behind the doors.

"We need to talk."

"About?"

"About Hermione."

 "She may be still working!" Fred fearfully said.

"She's asleep, I checked ten minutes ago. What's going on, Fred?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"I'm pretty sure you do," said George. "You haven't barely spoken to her, and now, she has gotten all your attention. What are you doing? You know she's about to be married soon."

Fred sighed, "I know, I don't like her like a crush but I will have to admit that she has grown up. Quite beautifully, actually."

"Listen," George started, "she's with Ron. You wouldn't want our brothers to hate you just for finding his girl attractive, do you?"

Fred sighed again, "I guess not."

"Good."

She heard two different pair of footsteps going different directions. Once she heard them fade away, she left the world for a moment to go through her thoughts of the situation. Sure, Fred was handsome, but Ron was sweet. The fact that he was smart made him a lot more attractive, but Ron's oblivious ways are adorable to her. She was getting frustrated at the argument in her head. One part said to stay with Ron and the other told her that Ron was keeping something from her and should be with Fred. She didn't know what to do.