Love: An Irresistable Desire...HP Fanfic

Chapter 11:

Chapter Eleven: While You’re Busy Making Other Plans

After Lee had Apparated to his apartment, Fred and Hermione “avoided” each other at all costs. Well, not quite “avoid” because there was no probable way that they could avoid each other, considering the fact they were connected for two more days (not including the rest of this Sunday).

Hermione frantically worked on her article. Every so often, Hermione failed to hold her complete attention on her article, focusing her attention more on Fred Weasley. She kept on thinking about that incident, in the “man” chair, in the living room, in the presence of a sleeping Lee. You know what I’m talking about…the almost real kiss.

Damn it, Hermione! Get it into your head that he was just caught up in the moment! Just like you! Hermione scolded herself. But deep down inside, she wished that it wasn’t true, that Fred had really wanted to kiss her like she really wanted to kiss him. That was no act.

Fred worked madly on brainstorming new Weasleys’ Wizarding Whizzes products. Every so often, Fred failed to hold his complete attention on his brainstorming, focusing his attention more on Hermione Granger. He kept on thinking about that incident, in his chair, in the living room, in the presence of a sleeping Lee. You know what I’m talking about…the almost real kiss.

Bloody hell, Fred! Pull yourself together! She was just caught up in the moment! Just like you! Fred reprimanded himself. But deep down inside, he wished that it wasn’t true, that Hermione had really wanted to kiss him like he really wanted to kiss her. That was no joke.

It was mid-afternoon when the complete silence was interrupted.

It was all because of one damn owl. And that damn letter.

Fred and Hermione, it said.

I’m terribly sorry I didn’t owl you earlier! Mum had told me to, and frankly, I kept on forgetting because Harry and I were baby-room shopping! You have no idea the adorable things they have! I want it all!

But anyway, mum wants you to come to the Burrow for dinner. You need to come around five, five thirty. Some certain people (whom mum has been keeping mum) wanted to get together for some announcement or another.

I know you don’t know this owl (his name is Buddha), because it’s the owl from the MediWitch’s office that Harry and I are waiting in right now. (We’re going to find out if it’s a boy or a girl!) So, be nice to him. He likes ginger snaps. A lot. And fingers.

See you soon!

Love,

Ginny and Harry

“Well,” Fred said, “I wonder who has gotten some news now. Can’t be Ginny and Harry, or Percy and Penelope, or us, so it’ll have to be George and Alicia, Charlie and Nadia, Bill and Fleur, or Ron.”

Hermione looked at Fred. “Hmm…” was all she said before turning back to her article.

“Hermione, it’s quarter of four; we’re going to have to get ready. Now!” Fred said when Hermione wasn’t noticeably paying attention.

This obviously got her attention if she hadn’t been paying attention (which she had been; on a very intriguing spot on Fred’s wall).

“Alright,” she said.

And they got ready.

They took their shower (together) and got dressed. (Fred wore a nice powder blue dress shirt, dark khakis, and brown dress shoes. Hermione wore a white top with a pale green sweater, paired with a brown skirt and matching pale green pumps with a strap around the ankle.)