Could you write about Fred defending Hermione in some scenario then awkwardly trying to talk his way around peoples questioning, Thank you !!
“Hermione, honestly, you’re going to stop them coming up here!”
Hermione looked up from her knitting and Fred couldn’t help but notice how much he wanted to go kiss the furrow in her brow that came with extreme concentration. He shook himself awake, mentally. Focus, Weasley. That’s weird. You’re so weird. Stop being weird.
“I will not, Ronald!” she said, irritably. Ron had been giving her hell about leaving elf clothes around the common room for weeks now and, truthfully, it had seen better days. There was obviously a lack of effort from the elves downstairs, but Fred really couldn’t fault her for passion.