Love: An Irresistable Desire...HP Fanfic

Chapter 9:

Chapter 9: Solving the Human Equation

Hermione woke up at the crack of noon the next day. Her head was pounding.

What the bloody hell happened? Hermione thought to herself.

She flipped over on to her side, and there was, right next to her, a peacefully sleeping Fred Nevan Weasley. She was alarmed, but only for a second. She remembered that this was part of the arrangement (that happened to have gone a little wrong) for her job.

She smiled. She was sleeping next to the incredibly wonderful, smart, funny, kind, and quite handsome Fred Nevan Weasley.

Hermione’s heart flip-flopped at thought of Fred being all of those things. Fred was perfect. But how can one person be so perfect? It’s impossible.

But not to those in love, Hermione thought. She shook her head. No no no no! She mentally whacked her head (and nearly actually did so), trying to get the thought out of her head. I can’t fall in love! That wasn’t part of the job description! And, it’s all too cliché!

She sighed dramatically. And then she stared at the peacefully sleeping Fred Weasley. Well, what else could she do?

A piece of his gorgeous red hair (which Hermione had just noticed (which was a very good sign) considering it was gorgeous red (red!) hair at this moment) fell into his closed eyes. His gentle breathing came in a steady pattern, bringing his chest up and down each time. Hermione was none-the-less enthralled. He was perfect, just perfect. And that was a sure sign of falling in love, now wasn’t it?

During this whole time that Hermione was staring quite contently at the sleeping Fred, Fred was having some quite interesting dreams. (Which Hermione didn’t know about and that he didn’t want her to know about. Yes. Definitely not.)

There was one particular PG-rated one (one of the very few) that he remembered when he woke up, which was only twenty-three minutes and thirty-seven seconds after Hermione had awoken (giving her plenty of time to stare wondrously at him).

So here goes it.

Fred’s dream took place in a lovely and quite large home in the countryside, or something of that nature. There were children’s toys everywhere you looked, and they were in some type of order, hinting that at least one of the parents of these children were orderly. There were pictures adorning the walls (which were moving, obviously) of a very cute family. The exact identities of these characters could not be directly told, but it was easy to infer that the family was genuinely happy. It was a happy family of a husband and wife with at least half a dozen children. Fred’s subconscious edged him towards the photos to get a closer look, but as he was about to find out who the family consisted of, the scene changed.

Now Fred’s subconscious took him into a bedroom wonderfully furnished with a king-sized bed. A man with startling red (red?) hair was sitting on the bed, shirtless, reading a newspaper. The scene swung to an adjoining bathroom where a beautiful woman with brown curly hair stood, holding a glass filled with a purple liquid.

The woman began walking out of the bathroom with the glass behind her back and called to the man. “Dearest, I have a surprise for you.”

“Tell me, tell me! You know how I love surprises!” the man said with childish glee.

“Now, I know we weren’t planning for this to happen, but I’m pregnant,” the woman said, holding out the glass with purplish liquid and clearly ecstatic.

The man jumped out of bed and ran to the woman as she set the glass down and scooped her up. He swung her around.

“Mione! That’s the best surprise ever!” the man said. He then kissed his wife lovingly.