The next week, Hermione worked with the twins, ingoring the strage looks she recieved from Fred and the warning looks sent to Fred. It was now the weekend and she spent her time dressing nicely to go to the Weasley's monthly dinner. But today, she came early so she, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny made ideas for the wedding. The boys were out playing quidditch, their bodies glistening with sweat as they swept through the fields on their brooms. Ginny cheered as Bill scored, managing to get the quaffle past Ron's spot. Hermione watched in interest when Charlie and Harry both spotted the Snitch at the same time, the two diving their brooms.
"Go Harry!" Ginny cheered.
For fun, George sent a jinx at Harry's broom, making sure the brook stayed out of control so his team could win. Every watched as Harry swung around on his broom, screaming in fear. Hermione, who sprinted to the field, held out her wand, aiming it to take the jinx from the broom. She was too focused on her task to even realize the broom was going toward her.
"HERMIONE!" everyone screamed.
Once her named was called, she realized she was seconds from getting ran over by the broom. Paralyzed, she stared at the broom and attempted to move, her legs glued to the wet grass. Something grabbed her and pulled her away, the broom dangerously skimming past her. She and the object hit the floor hard, pain surfacing around her body. She turned around to the object, her eyes connecting with Fred's bright, hazel eyes, which was widened in fear.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice shaky.
"Yeah," she hoarsely answered.
He stood and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her so she could stand up. When her left foot hit the ground, a sharp pain spread from her now swollen ankle. She winced, lifting her foot away from the ground. Fred, know noticing her swollen ankle, lifted Hermione bridal style and walked his way to the front door, where Mrs. Weasley stood their, worried. Ron flew toward the duo and glared angrily at Fred, George behind him with the same look. Ron mounted off his broom, walked to the duo, and opened his arms.
"I got her," Ron said, his arms reaching out toward her. Fred reluctantly put Hermione into his brother's arms, a small scowl spreading on his face.
Hermione snuggled into her future husband and felt the darkness consume her.

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It All Started With A Pygmy Puff (A Fred and Hermione Story) Fremione
FanfictionFor Hermione's birthday, Fred will give her anything in the shop for free. What happens when she chooses a bad pygmy puff and will have to work with Fred to make it behave? Will they fall in love or will he let her marry Ron?