I'm not Calling You Books (part 2)

Disclaimer: All of the Characters belong to J.K.Rowling
A/n: I’m gonna dedicate this one to Jessie She’s one of my Best Friends. EVER.
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“Heyya Books ” Fred sat down next to the bushy haired bookworm.

Hermione sat on the poofy couch in the common room, her copy of Hogwarts: A History lying comfortably on the arm.

“What Fred?” she asked, aimlessly flipping through the pages.

She didn’t need to ask though. It would be :
“Wanna go to Hogsmeade Books?”
“I love you Books” or even
“Will you marry me Books?”

Yes, it was safe to say that you could compare Hermione and Fred to Lily and James.

“Wanna go to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

Hermione looked up from her book.Hazel met blue as she caught his hopeful gaze. They sat there for what felt like an eternity.

“I-nevermind. Sorry I bothered you Books,” he sighed, finally admitting defeat.

Fred was almost to the dormitory door when Hermione stopped him.

“Saturday’s my birthday, you know. I wouldn’t mind the company,” she called, knowing he’d turn around.

“Really?” he asked, turning as she’d predicted, “ What about Ron and Harry?”

“Really. They’ll be with Lavender and Ginny.”

Fred opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it and stopped.

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It was Saturday. Hermione’s birthday. She was sitting in the Great Hall, waiting for Fred to come so they could leave. Hermione felt him sit down next to her.

“Heyya Books ” he said, planting a chaste kiss on her cheek.

“Fred,” she warned.

“What?” was his innocent response.

Hermione just laughed and checked her watch.

“It’s time we got going, huh?”

Fred agreed and reached down to grab her tote bag. He started to hand it to her, but pulled back.

“What?” she asked, a quizzical look on her face.

“I can carry it.”

With that, he threw the pink bag over his shoulder and walked off. Hermione shook her head and followed.


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“Let’s go to Madame Puddifoot’s!” Fred suggested.

Hermione looked at him like he was crazy.

“No. Three Broomsticks,” she fought.

“That gets OLD though!”

“Fred. There’s no way I’d be caught DEAD in Madame Puddifoot’s.”

“Well, me neither Books! It is, however, romantic. Perfect place for, oh, I don’t know. A first kiss,”

Hermione glared at him. She was clearly not amused.

“Fine. Fine. I know another place...Just follow me,” Fred finally gave in.

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“Here we are Books! Black’s Café,” Fred said, opening the door.

Hermione’s eyes widened and she hesitated.

“Black? As in-“ she started, but Fred cut her off.

“Yeah. You knew Remus and Sirius had one here. Right?” he said, confused that she didn’t know about the small restaurant that the men owned.

“No, actually I didn’t,” she said, taking a step back.

“Well, now you do!” Fred gestured for her to go in.

Hermione just shook her head and took another step back. The fewer people they knew that saw them together the better.

“C’mon Books!”

Fred slipped a hand on the small of her back and pushed her inside.

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A small bell rang as the door closed behind the two. Inside the café, there was a warm, inviting atmosphere. Various couches and poofy chairs were strewn about the room. A few tables sat by the window and there were chairs lining the counter next to the register.

Remus and Sirius stood behind said counter, taking full advantage of the fact the café was vacant. Fred cleared his throat and the two sprung apart.

“Oh! It’s just you Fred! I thought it was going to be someone else,” Remus said, looking quite relieved.

“Why, hullo Fred! What brings you here?” Sirius asked, grabbing a wet rag and wiping down the counter in front of him.

“It’s my girl’s birthday. I thought I’d bring her here for a treat,” Fred put his arm around Hermione’s shoulder and winked.

Hermione wiggled out and went to sit on a couch. Sirius beckoned Fred over.

“Since when do you have a girl? Who is that fox anyway? Never seen her down here,” Sirius asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Fred opened his mouth to reply, but stopped when he saw Hermione walking over. She stopped and crossed her arms.

“I heard that Sirius!”

A look of recognition dawned on his face as he heard her voice.

“Mione, dear! Good to see you!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide, a cheesy fake grin plastered on his face.

Hermione tapped her foot.

“One mocha latte and a blueberry muffin on the house?” he asked, glancing at Remus for verification as to whether it was ok.

Both Remus and Hermione nodded. Remus went to work making the coffee, while Sirius handed her the muffin. Once she had everything, resumed her seat on the couch.

“What about me?” Fred asked, feeling extremely left out of the generosity.

“Not you’re birthday,” Sirius paused and, dropping his voice, continued, “and I didn’t mistakenly call you a fox,”

“I heard that too!” Hermione called, and took a sip of her coffee.

Sirius just sighed and banged his head on the counter.


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“Where to next Books?” Fred asked, twirling her bag in circles around himself.

“Hmm...” she said, deep in thought.

“How about the jewelry store next to Madame Malkin’s?” Fred suggested, hoping she’d say yes.

“Ok. I guess.” Hermione hesitated, then walked towards the small shop.

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“What about this one Mione?” Fred asked, pointing to a hideous necklace.

“That’s awful Fred!” Hermione whispered, making sure the lady at the desk couldn’t hear.

“Why are you whispering?” Fred said, rather loudly.

Hermione shot him a death glare.

“It’s common courtesy.” she growled, and walked to another case.

Fred followed close behind. He continued to point out atrocious jewelry. Until Hermione found something she liked.

“Oh Merlin! Look at that!” she exclaimed, her voice just a hair above a whisper.

She pointed to a simple, yet beautiful necklace. It had a thin silver chain. The pendant was a small oval emerald.

“You like that?” Fred asked, hopeful. He still needed to get her a present.

“Yeah. Ok, now I’m depressed. I don’t have that kind of money. I’m ready to leave.” she whispered.

“Ok. I need to get something for mum. I’ll be out in a few,”

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“I have one more place I wanna go Books,” Fred said, and went behind Mione to cover her eyes with his hands.

“Fred?”

“Don’t worry Books,” Fred led her away.

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“Ok. Open you’re eyes,” Fred said.

Hermione was sitting on a couch in the shrieking shack. Fred had decorated though.

There were bright blue, green, and purple streamers everywhere. Those were Hermione’s favourite colours. Her favourite song, Kiss me by Sixpence None the Richer, was playing continuously in the background. It wasn’t much, but Hermione loved it.

“Fred! This is wonderful! Did you do all this?” she gasped.

“I know its not much, but I hoped you’d like it. Oh, wait. There’s one more thing,” Fred said, and reached inside her tote bag.

He pulled out a small black box and handed it to her. Hermione carefully pulled the wrapping off, not wanting to rip it. She took a glance at Fred before opening the box.

“Oh Merlin!” she gasped.

Inside sat the necklace she’d seen at the store.

“Thank you Fred. Will you help me put it on?” she asked standing up in front of Fred.

He fastened the necklace around her neck and then fixed it so the clasp was in the back. Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist in a hug.

“Thank you!” she said again.

She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned and she caught his lips instead.

“Fred...” she said, pulling back.

“Mione, I love you,”

“Fred. Be sensible. I hardly think you-,” She started, but was soon cut off.

“I am being sensible,”

“How can I be sure you’re be serious this time?” she asked, slightly shaking her head.

“Simple. I’m not calling you Books,” he said, and leaned down and kissed her again.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

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A/n: The song belongs to Sixpence None the Richer. I take no credit.