Love: An Irresistable Desire...HP Fanfic

Chapter 13:

Chapter 13: Gravitation Cannot Be Held Responsible

It was the morning after. But the morning after what?

Well, the morning after such an amazing milestone of sorts.

Fred woke up first. He had had a very restful sleep. Especially after…well…

It was 7:30 AM. Fred was staring at his ceiling. The person beside him pulled the covers around herself. Fred looked over at his bedmate.

Hermione.

Hermione looked so peaceful, so beautiful. Her hair was a halo around her face. Her bare arms wrapped around her chest. She moved her head ever so slightly that a strand of hair moved to cover part of her face.

Fred, as gently as he could without waking her, reached out and brushed it away. Hermione mumbled an incoherent thought as Fred touched her. Hermione nestled closer to Fred.

“You’re beautiful Hermione,” Fred whispered.

“Mmm, Fred,” Hermione uttered. She was, fortunately, still unconscious.

“You’re extremely beautiful, and a lovely person, and funny, and bubbly, and amazing and bloody brilliant. You’re everything a person could possibly be. You’re perfect, Hermione.”

In his soliloquy, Hermione smiled almost as if she heard Fred say all those wonderful things.

“Hermione, I think I’m in love with you,” Fred said. Fred leaned over Hermione and kissed her forehead lightly. Fred brought his head directly above hers. Hermione’s eyes fluttered.

Hermione had opened her eyes to see a gorgeous red-head. She smiled as she noticed that stubborn piece of hair that fell into his eyes. She lifted her right arm to brush it away.

Fred shivered as Hermione’s fingers pushed his hair back.

“Hello love.”

“Hello love,” Hermione copied.

“Well, it’s morning.”

“Yes it is.” Hermione smiled at the simplicity of this conversation.

“And it’s Tuesday.”

“Yes it is.” Then it dawned on Hermione.

She sat straight up, colliding with Fred’s head.

“Ow!” they both cried, bringing their hands up to their heads.

“I’m sorry Fred, but do you know what Tuesday means?”

“That there are only three more days until Friday?” he asked sweetly.

“Well, yes, but that isn’t what I was thinking about. The assignment is over.” Hermione lifted her right arm. Fred’s arm did not follow. “We aren’t attached anymore,” she said, sounding somber.

“The assignment’s over?”

“Yes it is.” Hermione smiled as sincerely as she could.

“Well, it was the best assignment I’ve ever been involved in,” Fred said, trying to make the mood a little brighter.

“I completely agree with you.” Hermione folded her arms across her chest, hugging herself.

There was an awkward pause. Well, you would think so too if you just slept with your ex-boyfriend’s older brother who you happen to be convinced you’re in love with, and not simply infatuated with his lovely ginger-coloured hair (though that might be an important deciding factor).