Fremione: Fred finds Hermione after Ron has made her upset at the Yule Ball, for quspeaks
Ron’s words rang in her head as she fled the Great Hall, wondering how he could be so jealous when he didn’t care enough to consider her until the last minute.
She collapsed onto a bench, hidden from view from the castle, fervently glad that she’d decided against make up.
“You alright there, Granger?” She looked up to see Fred standing in front of her, hands in his pockets and a concerned frown on his face.
Hermione blinked away the tears in her eyes, smiling shakily. “Yeah, fine, just…” she trailed off, not wanting to talk to Fred about his brother.
“Ron can be very dense, a lot of the time. It’s cause I got all the smart genes.” Fred sat next to her, offering her a compact mirror. Hermione eyed him suspiciously before taking it, startled when a voice chirruped ‘you look gorgeous, dear’.
Hermione shut it with a click, turning it over in her palm. “Where’d you get this?” she asked.
“Uh, me and George actually invented them. They start getting nasty after a week or so, though, so you might want to leave it after then.” He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning. “Look, do you want to go back in, come and dance with me for a bit. Ron’ll cool off, but you shouldn’t have to leave.”
Hermione shook her head. “You don’t have to hang out with your younger brother’s friends, Fred. Besides, isn’t Angelina wondering where you’ve gone?”
“You’re not just my brother’s friend, Hermione. And we’ll hang out in a group, Angelina won’t miss me.” He stood, offering her his hand, and Hermione gave in, the callouses on his fingers surprisingly reassuring against the softness of her palm.