Love: An Irresistable Desire...HP Fanfic

Chapter 21:

Chapter 21: Too Much is Not Even Enough Part One

Fred had finally planned it all out. He had determined the day, the place, the time, the how. He had scheduled the dinner and preordered the meal. He found the perfect ring too. Fred was ready and Hermione wouldn’t know what hit her.

It was September 18. Thee day. (And also the day before Hermione’s birthday, so Hermione would never expect this to be the day that she would be proposed to.) Hermione, like I just said, thought it was any other night out. However, Fred hadn’t told her where they were going, but only to dress up.

Hermione, anticipating a fancy restaurant, wore the dress she had just bought with a very-pregnant-due-any-day Ginny. (Ginny explained to Hermione, since the dress was truly expensive, it was an early birthday present to herself.) It was a pearly satin colour and strapless, with a form-fitting bodice and an A-line skirt that went just below her knees. She wore matching rounded pumps that she happened to already have. Deciding on gentle curls, natural looking makeup, and diamond studs, Hermione looked much like you would think an angel looks. Without the wings of course.

Hermione stepped out of the bedroom she and Fred share to find Fred pacing in their living room, looking absolutely adorable in his black silk-lined suit and emerald tie.

“Hermione, you look stunning. Breathtaking,” Fred said. He was having trouble breathing.

He kissed her lightly.

“Thank you,” Hermione said, a little breathless herself. “Shall we be going then?”

Fred took her extended arm and wrapped it in his. “We shall.”

The Disapparated with a ‘pop.’

Fred had brought them to the most upscale wizarding restaurant in the world: Mystique, underground in the heart of London.

“You didn’t,” Hermione breathed in awe.

“I did,” Fred replied, smiling extraordinarily.

The hostess, a very elegant witch, seated them immediately. They sat at the best table in the entire restaurant, where there would be no interruptions or distractions from any other customers.

Fred, being the perfect gentleman, pulled out Hermione chair to seat her himself.

She smiled.

“How in the world did you get reservations here?” Hermione wondered as Fred took his seat.

“I called about a month in advance. Think of it as a birthday present from me.”

Fred took one of Hermione’s hands in his and intertwined their fingers. A perfect fit.

Hermione smiled and kissed Fred across the table.

“You’re amazing and I love you.”

“And I love you. Happy early twenty second birthday,” Fred replied before kissing Hermione.

Moments later, a waiter brought a bottle of the finest champagne in the wizarding world, Algoné Zazua. [Ahl-goh-ney Zae-zwah

Fred popped the cork and a technicolour rainbow of fizzes exploded.

“Algoné Zazua, Fred?” Hermione uttered, completely flabbergasted.

“I asked for the finest, and this is what they brought,” he said, pouring two flutes. “Besides, you’re worth it.”

Hermione melted. Fred had always been somewhat of a romantic, but never to this extent. At least not that she knew of. Hermione kind of liked it. Even if it was cliché.