“You’re cold, take my jacket.” - fr-fr-fr-fremIONEEEEEE
dhskdhdjdjsjsks FREMIONE, MY BELOVED 💜
Thank you for the prompt!!! I hope you like it!
Random Drabble Day (18/23)
Note: yes, this is from the B99 thing that I haven't even started yet but hey, we have a terrible dress!! Thank you again @homeinabookshelf for betaing this for me 🧡
MAY THE BEST PREFECT WIN (sneak peek)
Hermione was trying not to shiver, but the dress Fred had chosen for her to wear for their 'date' wasn't exactly warm.
The horrendous thing was bright orange and excruciatingly puffy around the waist. It ended around her knees and had spaghetti straps, with long, purple fringes at the bottom that shot up pink and yellow glitter every ten minutes. Needless to say, anyone in Hogwarts wondering where they were would just have to follow the glitter trail.
She glanced at Fred, looking all cozy in his Weasley sweater, great big F on his chest for once, so everyone would know he'd won their bet.
Hermione sighed heavily. Losing that bet to Fred, of all people, would haunt her for the rest of her life. She did have to admit though, for what was supposed to be the worst date ever, she was quite enjoying herself. If only it wasn't so cold up at the astronomy tower.
"You're cold," Fred noted, startling her out of her thoughts. Before she could even start to protest, he was already shrugging out of his coat and dropping it over her shoulders. "Here, take my jacket."
Unable to resist the immediate warmth offered by the inside wool lining, Hermione pulled the jacket on, tugging it tighter around herself. "Thank you.." she said, just as her charmed dress showered them both in glitter. Hermione sighed, trailing off into a chuckle as she watched Fred's enthusiastic laughter. Maybe there were worse bets she could've lost.
