Love: An Irresistable Desire...HP Fanfic

Chapter 14:

Chapter 14: It Goes On

Hermione ran to the office door just as Bert the fat was about to knock.

“Hello Bert!” she said a little too excitedly.

“Hello Hermione,” he said, his left eyebrow rising in question. “How was your assignment?”

“Oh, great. Incredible information and dishy details. The absolute epitome of every Mystical Witch issue,” Hermione said, running all her words together. It was a miracle Bert the fat even understood a word of it.

“Very nice, very nice,” he said as he strolled over to Hermione desk and sat in her chair. He put his feet up on her desk.

“Will this issue sell out completely?”

“Absolutely. Fr – Mr. Weasley is a very deep and mysterious character. His fans will love to learn more about him. And one lucky fan will be able to spend a day with him if he or she writes the winning essay about why the want to meet thee Fred Weasley.”

“Yes, that will bring in a lot of buyers, especially if it’s on the cover. And on billboards.”

“Oh yes,” Hermione said as Bert closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head.

Hermione looked up at the ceiling, thanking whomever that Bert hadn’t seen Fred. But that just made her nearly squeal at the sight on the ceiling.

Fred Nevan Weasley.

He waved happily down to her, grinning from ear to ear.

Hermione mouthed to him, “What the bloody hell are you doing Fred!”

“Hanging out!” he mouthed back.

Hermione tried to make herself look mad, but it only made her smile. Fred just made her smile, “hanging out” like he was.

“Ummm…Bert,” Hermione said, “Can you leave, I have to type up my article and everything so I can put it through editing.”

Bert opened his eyes, slightly startled. He had managed to fall asleep in those two minutes. “Oh sure. Then I want it in editing in seven days. Then, it will be put in the magazine and go to print. Then a week later, the last week of January, they’ll be put out.”

Bert the fat got up and waddled across the room and out the door. But right outside the door, he stopped and turned around.

“You must know now that you look happy. That prankster must’ve given you a heart.”

Hermione’s mouth dropped in utter shock. Unfortunately, Bert the fat didn’t see that.

Bert closed the door and left Hermione standing there with Fred laughing on the ceiling above her.

Hermione looked up at Fred indignantly.

“That isn’t necessary!” Hermione said.

“Oh, but it is,” Fred said as he came down from the ceiling.

“Sure. How was the ceiling?”

“Very…ceiling-ish. You know, high. I felt somewhat like God if I knew what God felt like. You know, just looking down at my people, who happen to be completely unaware of being watched. It was almost comical. I would love to be God.”

“Well, I wouldn’t,” Hermione said as she jumped her boyfriend.

“Well, as God, I could get used to this,” Fred said excitedly.

“Don’t get used to it because I’m not going to make it a habit to have sex in my office every time you plan on visiting,” Hermione said as her shirt came off.