Love: An Irresistable Desire...HP Fanfic

Chapter 15:

Chapter 15: Only Two Things are Infinite

It was an amazingly quiet dinner, especially considering that no one wanted to have their dinner ruined by some tale like going up the Amazon on a rubber duck. (Yes, no one really wants to have their dinner interrupted by a story like that. It would be so scarily funny that you’d choke from laughter.)

No one spoke unless it was to ask to pass the potatoes (or whatever they had been eating) or to tell one of the kids to “eat up” in order to get dessert.

Dessert was also a morbid affair. It was Molly’s famous chocolate obsession; an intensely rich, dark Belgian chocolate flourless cake, glazed with chocolate ganache and served in a pool of raspberry sauce. It was simply to die for. And it was so silent, it sounded like someone had died.

Later, after dinner and dessert and putting the children to sleep, the Weasley family (and the Potters) congregated once more in the family room.

Everyone was looking curiously at Fred and Hermione, just waiting for them to tell their story.

Hermione and Fred were standing together, holding each other’s hands tightly.

“Alright family. This may be long, this may be confusing, but bear with us.”

“Fred and I think we should start from the beginning. January eleventh, 2001. This was the day I was given an assignment by my boss, Amalia Anders. You see, I was working very hard, non-stop for quite some time. Since July 2000.”

Ron sighed, quite aware of what July 2000 entailed (Hermione had broken up with him).

“And this assignment,” Hermione continued, “was to interview Fred Weasley, staying with him for a week; from late Tuesday morning, January 12 to Wednesday morning, January 19.”

“So that’s how it started,” Fred clarified.

“After I got to the office on Wednesday, Fred came, and he gave me a tour of his flat. It’s absolutely gorgeous. You raised your son right, Molly.”

Molly beamed at this compliment.

“We talked for a while, getting reacquainted,” Fred said, instantly remembering how he detailed his so-far unsuccessful love life. “Then I made Hermione lunch.”

“This, I must say, was absolutely wonderful, especially considering I can’t cook to save my life.”

“And we talked some more until Hermione decided that she’d start up on her article by collecting information on what we talked about. And then we went to sleep. In our own beds.”

(No one seemed to notice the last part about sleeping in their own beds, of course. That is, except for Ginny.)

“The next morning, Fred made breakfast, and then questioned me on what I’d be putting in the article. We talked some more. And then Ginny owled, telling me to meet her at the Muggle restaurant Magic where we talked; about my life, about my boss, and about my assignment with Fred. But, before I could’ve eaten anything, I had this feeling that I needed to return to Fred’s flat. Like a tugging on my wrist. Therefore, I did.”

“While Hermione was out with Ginny, I was reading some of her previous articles, which I must say are bloody brilliant. Even with those barmy titles. And the more that I got into her articles, the more I thought about Hermione. And then I felt this sort of tugging on my wrist. And just as I was about to go do something or other, Hermione landed in my lap.”

“So, this being very awkward, I tried to get out of Fred’s lap, only to fall to the ground. Fred and I were attached at the wrist. And looking back into our contract, we would until the closing of the assignment. We were looking at the contract when Harry and Ginny walked in on us on my bed, where he was tickling me.”