AAAH! First Fanfic! And just to let you know, Fremione is my OTP! Aha! Hope you guys like this chapter, more will follow! And soon probably!
Looking around the room at the twirling couples, Hermione smiled. Three years after the Battle of Hogwarts and finally smiles were beaming from everywhere. It was Ron and Luna's wedding and the reception was being held at the empty, disused barn that sat on the edge of the marshy grass fields, near the Burrow. Of course, Molly had gone all out in decorating the barn and cooking the splendid feast with the help of anyone who could suffer her famous temper. It was the second wedding since the Battle (the first being Harry and Ginny's) and Hermione knew it was just what everyone needed to help move on from the terrible pain and losses.
Sipping at her firewhiskey, Hermione surveyed two of her best friends as they looked deep into each other's eyes. She wished, not for the first time, that a guy would look into her eyes like that one day. Not just some guy. She closed her eyes and shook her head as a certain Weasley boy instantly came into her head. She would not think about that. This was Ron's day, not a day for hopeless longing. On opening her eyes, Hermione jumped. It was as if thinking about him made him materialise! Fred Weasley was standing directly in front of her, looking at her bewildered expression, a grin spreading across his face.
"Not drunk already, Hermione? You've only had one firewhiskey!" he chuckled.
"Been watching me have you?" she remarked, ignoring his teasing smirk, whilst setting her glass to rest on her knee.
"Nah, I just know you're not the sort to drink a lot of alcohol at the risk of becoming giggly and undignified…or Merlin-forbid, happy!", Fred pointed to her cloudy countenance with a laugh. Hermione sighed and did her best to smile.
"Whoa! No! Go back to grumpy!" he laughed again, setting Hermione's previous frown back into position. "I'm only kidding, 'Mione!" he paused and turned slightly pink. "Wanna dance with me?" he asked her so suddenly; she nearly choked on her firewhiskey. Coughing and protesting Fred pulled her up onto her feet.
"Fred, no! Don't! I…I can't dance. You'll only embarrass yourself, dancing with me, stop!" Hermione attempted to free herself from his grip but it tightened.
"Hermione, I've worn my mother's knitter jumpers for 23 years and you think that I have dignity left to lose? You're meant to be the brightest witch of your age, come on!" he joked, flashing her an enticing smile. He knew he was beginning to persuade her. Hermione sighed and gave in. She secretly had wanted to dance with this particular Weasley. Ever since her fifth year, she knew there was something different about him that she liked and then when he'd nearly died, something had changed in her. He had always seemed to be on her mind ever since. She often wondered if this meant she had feelings for him. But she always ended those thoughts with a sigh. Even if she did, it would amount to nothing. Unrequited. Fred held her hand and led her through the spinning couples to a clearer, quieter area.
"There, see? No one you can knock over with your 'terrible' dancing now," he declared, bowing ridiculously low as the next song started. Taking her hand in his, he pulled her close with the other. Hermione's breath caught in her throat
Ginny had been in charge of musicians for the wedding as Ron had seemed incapable to do so himself. She had chosen wisely as The Wailin' Jennys started a slow song called 'One Voice'. Looking down into Hermione's chocolate brown eyes, Fred Weasley's stomach began to tingle. George would mock him if he knew how Fred was feeling at that moment; then again, George's face looked oblivious to all around him as he danced with Angelina not so far off. Fred turned back to his mesmerising dance partner. He knew he had a soft spot for this frizzy headed muggle-born for quite some time. There wasn't anyone else he would rather be dancing with. Unbeknown to Hermione, Fred had downed a glass of firewhiskey before he'd been able to approach her for a dance.
As the music slowly drifted round the large barn, Hermione noticed everything about her tall dance partner. The flicks of glowing orange hair, resting over his rich hazel eyes, the way his hand rested on her lower back and the way the other trembled slightly as it held her own. She especially noticed how his eyes had barely left hers since they'd started dancing. Much to her annoyance however, Hermione kept tripping over her own feet. She sighed.
"I really can't dance, Fred!" she began to pull away but his hold on her tightened, His hand on her back let go briefly before his arm wrapped round her back. Fred half picked her up, just enough so her feet left the floor.
"Stand on my feet, and no one will know," he whispered, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Hermione guided her feet so that they were standing on his. Fred's arm remained around her waist although his tight grip loosened enough so that it was comfortable and they stayed very close, to do otherwise would result in an overbalanced and undignified fall on Hermione's part. It was a strange feeling to be held in the arms of renowned prankster Fred Weasley and be expertly twirled around, strange but nice. Another smile caused his mouth to twitch.
"What? What is it?" Hermione demanded. He wasn't a Leglimens was he? That was a worrying thought.
"Nothing…it's just…well you've had a glittery piece of confetti in your hair, just above your ear, for quite a while now," Fred grinned. "Here, let me."
Letting go of her hand, he plucked the offending piece of pink paper from her bushy brown hair. Not knowing what to do with the hand that Fred had left hanging in mid-air, Hermione rested on Fred's other shoulder.
"Well this is…close," Fred smirked at her, teasingly.
"Oh shut-up, it's just so I can keep my balance, that's all!" she sniffed. "Aren't your feet aching?" she remarked, deftly changing the topic, hoping Fred hadn't noticed the blush creeping onto her face.
"Mmm no, not really, you're not heavy at all you know, as light as a feather in fact!" he added, choosing at that point to twirl her round, enough so that her feet were lifted off of his.
"Oh, Fred! Stop! This time I really will hurt someone!" she laughed.
"Yes, at least one of us can dance!" he smiled playfully. By then it was the end of the song. Everyone stopped dancing to applaud the band, who all smiled graciously and began another song. Hermione stepped down from Fred's feet and curtsied in a slightly teasing way.
"Thank-you for the dance, good sir, you have been most gentleman-like,"
"The pleasure's all mine, my lady!" Fred grinned back before bowing again. At that moment Harry appeared.
"Hey 'Mione. Can I have this next dance?" he smiled kindly.
"Of course, Harry, but what about Ginny? You can't just abandon her!"
But Fred was already walking away with Ginny for a family dance. Laughing at how solemnly Fred bowed to his sister, Hermione turned back and gladly began the next dance with Harry. This time neither of them were good dancers so they were content to just sway slowly with each other to the music.
"You're blushing, 'Mione. Something Fred said?" Harry smiled at his best friend, whose Rosy cheeks were glowing.
"Oh…no…I had a firewhiskey earlier…that'll be it!" she looked down at the floor trying to conceal her even redder face from any more spectators. Harry laughed and dropped the subject as the night continued.
Soooo whaddya think? Is it alright? By the way, The Wailin' Jennys are real and their song 'One Voice' is real too, it's good! Throughout my fanfic I'mma put in names of songs and the artists so if you emotional ones like me want to you can get the songs up and listen to them at the right moments and have an awesome soundtrack! :D Anyway, I'd like a review or few? :D xxx
