Hermione Granger X Fred Weasley
Hermione finds Fred from the pitch.
Flying laps around, swinging his beater bat in the air.
She stops by the poles and crosses her arms.
It takes him two minutes to even see her there. With a thud he lands before her.
His quidditch gear still muddy
from the game before.
A vicious red and blue bruise forming around his left eye.
"You're hurt."
She takes a step closer to examine him.
He sweeps a lock of red hair away from his face and frowns, "Hurt? I'm wounded, Hermione!"
Her hand graces the side of the bruise.
But Fred takes her hand "It's not /there/ I'm hurting."
She gives him a questioning look.
""Go George?!"" He lifts his brows meaningfully, "You can't even tell which one is which!?"
She had yelled that.
In the middle of the game
But not to him!
"George blocked the bludger from hitting Harry, you dolt! The same time you got hit."
"I got hit because you called me my brother!"
"Well, I didn't! I'd never mess you two up!"
His face melts
And then he grins playfully, yanking her closer,
"And why is that?"
She frowns, but a smile plays on her lips.
"Because I'm the more — talented? Better looking? Much more clever?"
"And especially humble."
He pulls her against his chest, "And hurt. I think I need someone to kiss the hurt away."
She leans closer,
smiling up to him. "And who might that someone be?"
Fred tilts his head "Do you volunteer?"
He even waits for her nod before capturing her lips with his,
As if they hadn't dated for months.