Love: An Irresistable Desire...HP Fanfic

Chapter 17:

Chapter 17: Just a Wet Dream for the Webzine

Once news got out that you could meet Fred Weasley by writing an essay on why you’d want to meet him, essays upon essays upon essays poured into Magical Witch’s post box. Though, like in most contests that have many entries, they picked a random essay. And the lucky winner was certainly lucky, considering that her essay was simply atrocious and that she unfortunately was a little scary. Like dementor scary.

And her name was Marika Piotrowski.

And she’s Fred biggest fan.

It was that faithful day of days where Fred was supposed to spend a day with the essay contest winner and without his personal Aurors too. And Hermione wasn’t happy.

“Fred, do you have to? Can’t you just blow her off?” Hermione had whined to Fred.

Fred kissed Hermione. “You know I’d love to just blow her off, but the people at Magical Witch wouldn’t be very happy, now would they?”

Hermione pouted a little. This was strange, because she isn’t a pouty kind of girl. But then again, she’d never been the (secret) girlfriend of a guy like Fred Weasley before either.

“Oh, come on Hermione, don’t pout. That pouty face of yours is just too cute. Now I definitely don’t want to leave you all day to be with Marika Piotrowski! Is that her name?”

“Yes, that’s her name,” Hermione said unhappily as she plopped herself down on Fred's overstuffed puce coloured couch. She crossed her arms indignantly.

“She’ll be here in any moment, Mione. You’re going to have to leave, I’m sorry to say,” Fred said before kissing Hermione’s forehead.

Hermione stood up. “Fine.”

She stood on her tip-toes and kissed Fred. “Love you.”

“Love you too. Now go!”

And so, Hermione Apparated out of Fred living room…into his bedroom.

She poked her head out from Fred’s doorway, watching him pace, while he waited for Marika Piotrowski.

I need a disguise if I’m going to be following Fred and this sketchy Marika Piotrowski character, Hermione thought. I’m going to need a long beige trench coat, huge bug-eye sunglasses, a wig, and a hat. Oh, this is going to be fun.

Hermione quickly (and quietly) changed out of her jeans and sweater, into a sexy black dress that hugged her curves, bright red pumps, a curly, bleach-blonde wig, Jackie-O sunglasses, and a cute little red beret. The calf-length beige trench coat, with the collar popped like a true detective, completed her ensemble.

Now all I have to do is wait, Hermione thought.

And luckily, she didn’t have to wait that long.

After two minutes and seventeen seconds, Marika Piotrowski arrived at Fred Weasley’s door and rang his doorbell.

Hermione heard her lover take a deep breath and open the door.

“Marika! Darling! How are you?”

She made a sound like a squealing pig, which Hermione interpreted as a sigh of excitement.

“I’m doing wonderful now that I’ve actually gotten the chance to meet thee Fred Weasley. After all, I am your biggest fan.”

Hermione heard Fred laugh a little as she was desperately trying to keep her own laughter down. “Yes, yes you are.”