Love: An Irresistable Desire...HP Fanfic

Chapter 3:

Chapter Three: A boat which is about to sail out to sea and sink

Hermione arrived in Fred’s “Fab-u-lous Bachelor Pad”. And it was fabulous. Fred had great taste! Sure, he had an overstuffed puce colored couch, but that could be easily overlooked. And, his flat was huge!

Fred caught Hermione surveying the place in awe. He took Mopsie and her larger piece of luggage from her. He smiled at her.

“Herms, I know you love it because, well, the look on your face, but I need to show you the room you’ll be staying in.”

“Uh-huh,” Hermione said, following Fred through his flat like a puppy dog.

Fred led Hermione through his living room and kitchen, pointing out the bathrooms on the way. His flat was tastefully laid out; Hermione couldn’t help but notice. The room that she was to stay in, however, was by far the best room.

“Fred,” she said in a weak voice, “it’s gorgeous.”

“Well, I had to give Hermione Granger the best room.”

The room was very spacious with mint green walls. (Green is Hermione’s favourite colour.) The bed frame, molding, nightstand, dresser, window table and chairs, and window frames were all cream coloured, just like Hermione’s vanity she brought with her. The bedspread was strawberry ice cream coloured with mint green accents. The sheets were cream with mint and strawberry stripes. The curtains were very feminine; they were some type of heavy lace that she hadn’t ever seen before. The closet was a walk-in with many racks for Hermione’s 212 pairs of shoes.

As soon as Hermione registered this really was going to be the room she’d be staying in for a full week. She dropped her one piece of luggage, and Fred did the same, gently placing Mopsie on the dresser. As soon as she had dropped her piece of luggage, Hermione ran to the bed and jumped on it. It was even more comfortable than she imagined.

“I suppose that means you like it?” Fred asked, amused as he magically put away all of Hermione’s possessions in the appropriate places.

Hermione smiled. “Yes. I love it!”

“That’s good. I had a terrible time deciding how to decorate it.”

“Wait, you knew I was to be doing this article?”

“Yes.”

“But, how?”

Fred smirked. His smirk was nothing like Draco Malfoy’s. “I have my connections.”

“Oh really? And why have you all of a sudden started acting nice? You weren’t at headquarters.”

“Ah, that precisely what I was doing: acting. I don’t believe that people like that who are always aiming to please, yet at the same time, wanting to be respected should be treated kindly. So, I put on my acting mask.”

Hermione looked at him oddly, as if seeing him in a new light. Then she smiled again. “Well, it certainly worked.”

“Yeah, once George got married, I was on my own. I had to…make my own name, though we both are the faces of Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes.”

“I see. So, how is George? I haven’t heard about him in a while. And how’s Alicia?”

“Oh, the attached-at-the-mouth couple? They’re fine. George told me recently that they think they’re pregnant. I sure hope so. I can’t wait to corrupt George and Alicia Junior.”

“Really? That would be wonderful! George and Alicia; parents.”

“Yeah, it is. Did you know that Fleur is pregnant again? Baby number four.”