My Random Oneshots

Fremione- You Speak Italian?

A/N- I don't own any characters, they all belong to J.K. Rowling. All of the Translations will be in bold.I used google translate for all of the Italian, so if you speak Italian and something is wrong please let me know. I hope you like it, but beware it's a long one. Thanks!

At first, Hermione hadn't wanted to learn any other languages, but as her parent's had all ready signed her up for the class, she didn't have much of a choice. So, reluctantly, the small nine year-old girl had went to the small class of students from her school who hadn't wanted to learn to speak Italian either. But, unfortunately their school had held a multicultural month where students could learn about different culture and learn other languages after school for free. So the small group of children around Hermione's age had to stay for and hour after school everyday for a month, except weekends of course.

As it turned out, that was the first class that Hermione had excelled at. Of course, she was normally at the head of her class, but this class was the first one that had made her want to learn more than what they were learning at that time. So, after the first week of the class, she had gone to the school library and checked out a text book that was used in the higher classes Italian lessons. The following Monday, she had spoke a full conversation with the teacher in Italian, which impressed him and caused him to start giving her harder phrases to learn.  But she had no trouble learning them, in fact, she asked for harder ones.

By the time the month had come to an end, Hermione was miles ahead of her classmates, even the ones who had actually tried to learn the language. Her teacher had recommended to her parents for her to continue her lessons and had given them the name and number of a tutor who could teach her more advanced lessons. However her parents hadn't known if they should considering the fact of payment. But when they had met the tutor, she had told them that she could lower her rates seeing as Hermione was already halfway through her lesson plan. In the end, the Grangers had decided to hire the tutor.

Hermione had happily continued the lessons with the tutor for another year. By the end of their time together, the tutor had been very impressed and Hermione had become fluent. So much so, that speaking in Italian had become second nature to her. Now, whenever she got overwhelmed, whether it was by excitement, anger, or happiness, she would always slip into Italian. When she had gotten her Hogwarts's letter she had spoken in Italian for hours, often not noticing until her parents pointed it out. 

When she got to Hogwarts, she tried to only do it in private. But sometimes she would slip up. Now was one of those times. Only, she was with Fred and George who had come to make sure she was alright after Ron had yelled at her for pestering him to study. If it was just that she could have handled it, but then he started to call her jealous of Lavender, and he even brought up Krum. That was the last straw. After he said that, she stormed out of the common room and went to Astronomy Tower.

"Are you okay, Granger?" George asked cautiously, careful not to have her anger directed at him.

"Am I okay?! No I'm not bloody okay. You're idiot of a brother just yelled at me and said I was jealous of the daft bimbo he has on his arm twenty-four seven! And Krum had nothing to do with anything! We're just friends! the nerve of that... Maledetto, idiota! Come osa dire quelle cose orribili! Fottuto bastardo! Ron è un fottuto idiota! Non posso credergli! Stronzo!" She ranted. (... That bloody, idiot! How dare he say those horrible things! Fucking bastard! Ron's a fucking idiot! I can't believe him! Asshole!)

"Non sapevo che avessi una bocca sporca, Mione. Mi piace." Fred replied, enjoying how red Hermione got while ignoring the confused look on his twin's face. (I didn't know you had such a dirty mouth, Mione. I like it.)

But she saw the look on George's face and asked, "What?" Still blushing from what Fred said.

"What did you two just say?" He asked, knowing that his brother must have been flirting with the loveable bookworm.