Disclaimer: I still do not own Harry Potter! Rebekah Malfoy is mine though
Harry, Ron and George kept what happened in my room that day a secret (thankfully) and even covered for us if we weren't back from our nighttime jaunts down Diagon Alley.
But after a fees weeks of sneaking around I got sick of sneaking around so I broached the subject with Fred
"Fred?"
"Mmmhmm?"
"I don't like this anymore."
His head snapped up at this
"What? 'Mione please don't leave me! Your the of light of my life right now!"
"What..? No Fred I'm not leaving you! Merlin no! I mean I don't like sneaking around to see you anymore! I think we should tell people."
I could see the relief n his eyes
"Thank Merlin for that!"
"I think we should tell people Fred"
"You know what Mione? I think your right"
"Good to know how do you want to tell them?"
"How about on Sunday during dinner?"
"Sounds good to me!"
"Okay then" and with that he kisses me, it gets heated and I take my wand and quietly charmed the door locked and Fred cast a silencing charm..
A\N
Oo that last bit never happened! Oh hi Hermione! That's not what Fred told me.
You've been going to Fred for help with this? Well yeah I need his Point of View as well *is fuming* you better run Fred Weasley *storms out*
He'll be okay *there's a crash and a scream of "Hermione no! I'm sorry!"*
*winces* I hope I'll get George to check on them in a minute! Yes if you haven't guessed yet Rebekah Malfoy is me!
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FanfictionHello I'm Hermione Weasley and this is the story of how my husband and I got together. Now when you read this you'll be a bit surprised as to who my husband is... Its not Ron though... he's still with Lavender Brown you see but I don't mind the Weas...
