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A little Fremione drabble I wrote for the amazing 2D. I wanted her to know she is awesome and amazing, a great person, wonderful friend, and a splendid writer. She is the best HoH I could have asked for, and her stories are positively inspiring. She's an amazing person, caring and really helpful.
"Hermione, let's go over there!" I cringed at the noise in my ear, turning to see my boyfriend grinning childishly at me. He was pointing at a rollercoaster, it was big and windy, with at least two loop-de-loops. It was colored yellow and red, the motto said: "for the brave at heart" and I could see that he wanted to go on it.
This was the fifth rollercoaster we had gone to in the span of fifteen minutes, having only just arrived at the amusement park. My family went almost every summer, as was a 'Granger Family Tradition,' or so my parents always said. When I asked Fred, my boyfriend, if he wanted to join he had agreed happily.
He had never been to an amusement park before, which had shocked me at first, I had even thought he was lying up until we got here. His face full of childish wonder had diminished my suspicions, even causing me to laugh a little bit as his eyes light up.
We had gotten here later in the day, towards the evening, as there were less crowds around rides. Besides, the main reason my family came was for the fireworks, which I knew Fred would just adore. I was tugged out of my thoughts by my arm being pulled, a reminder of the rollercoaster he wanted to go on so badly.
"Alright we'll go on the rollercoaster," I said, a smile on my face as he gripped my hand and dragged me over to the ride. I'm sure I screamed a few times, I always have, and I know Fred's been laughing at it. How he doesn't feel even a shred of terror, I will never know. He's missing out, it's the childish terror that makes it all the more fun.
The day continued on, the two of us going on ride after ride together. We met up with my parents for food and then continued on, eventually ending the night on the Ferris Wheel. It was romantic, in a way, to be sitting with Fred alone on the wheel, watching as the fireworks went off right as we reached the top. I guess it could have been classified as a date, even though I know Harry and Ron would tease me for it.
I was never known to be focused on anything but my studies. But relationships take work, and I'm willing to put the time in and make this work. Even if it doesn't, I'll always remember this. Because the one thing that will always ring true about this night:
Is that it was perfect.