A/N- I'm soooo excited! I'm doing a romance fanfic! I cannot wait to get started!

Disclaimer: J.K owns HP, not me!

Hermione's POV

I rolled over in my bed feeling happy. I wondered why, I had a pretty miserable life. I then remembered, I was dreaming about him again. This time it was with renewed hope though, he had gotten a divorce with Angelina! I was over the moon, I liked Angelina and all, but I wanted Fred all to myself. I had wanted him since 6th year, but I knew it would never work out, so I opted for Ron instead. We had divorced a little over a year ago though, the passion had just left us. I've had a miserable life since, I lost connection with most friends (except Ginny) and I hadn't had a date in months. I got up and put on a red long sleeve V-neck, jeans, and boots. I pulled my cloak around me and disaperated to Ginny and Harry's. Ginny answered the door and greeted me. She was the only one who knew about my Fred crush (or love to be more accurate). We sat on the couch to talk.

"So how's it going?" I asked.

"Me or Fred?" She said knowingly.

" You*Sigh* and Fred."

"I'm doing great! Fred's really down though. He only ended it because he caught her snogging Ron."

"Ron? As in my ex? I'd never think of her as his type."

"Yeah, I know! Apparently its been going on since your divorce. They're getting married in two weeks. Fred refuses to go to the wedding, but mom says he has to be there to support his brother." We sat in silence for a moment. "Hey, I bet you could cheer him up Hermione."

"Shut up." I said smacking her arm. "He doesn't even notice me."

"Well then we need to make him, don't we?" She smiled. "Come on." She took my hand and we disaperated. We were in a lingerie shop.

"Ginny, why are we here?"

"Because I've been to you're house ad accidentally looked in the drawer with your kickers once, they were the same as Aunt Muriel's. You need to update." So we started to look around. "Oooo, he'd definitely fuck you in these." I looked at Ginny appalled. She was holding a black lacy bra and thong set.

"No damn way!" We looked around a bit more and then left. Ginny of course had bought some of the sexiest thing in the store for me. Next we went in to the clothing shop next door (we were in hogsmede.). Ginny insisted on getting me skinny pants and jeans that hugged my but, mini skirts, low cut blouses that showed of cleavage, and worst of all a tight, mini, low cut dress in a beautiful burgundy.

"I don't get why I need all of these, we don't see each other that often." But that was a lie of course. As head of magical law enforcement, we saw each other each time he got in trouble with the law (which was rather often). Even though his crimes should go to someone lower down than me, I always took on his cases, which ensured him to get off the hook. We also saw each other every other Sunday at Weasly family dinner (I was invited even though I wasn't technically a Weasly again.). Plus there was the fact that I stopped by their shop almost every day. Ginny just starred at me and shook her head.

"Well we'd better pick youre the wedding dress." She said.

"We're not getting married!" I yelled, but in my head I thought, yet.

" Not for you, for Ron and Angelina."

"Oh." Ginny already had hers, so for me we got a floaty blue dress that hit right above my knees. (Link: .) I then aperated home. I got to sleep fairly easy tonight. I woke up and put on a lavender push up bra and knickers. I put on a tight black pencil skirt and a frilly white blouse that showed a little more cleavage than I was comfortable with. When I showed up at work my assistant, James Grant, came up to me.

" Hello Ms. Granger. You're looking Smashing today."

"Thank you, Grant."

"So I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date or come over to my place tonight?"

"No thank you, Grant." With that I made for my office, but not without getting two more offers. As I turned the corner to my office, I saw Fred talking to someone.

"I was wondering if you could put in good word for me with Granger?" The man asked.

"Sure, I'll tell her what a desperate jerk you are, anyway, I heard she was taken."

"You're just saying that because you want to get your hands on her yourself." Fred didn't answer the question for a whole minuet, by which time I got anxious and walked around the corner. The other man saw me and quickly disappeared.

"So er... do you want to 'get you're hands on me'?" I asked.

"Well now that you mention it..." We both started laughing. I so wanted him.

Fred's POV

God she was beautiful when she laughed. Her hair was in a beautiful bun... speaking of buns, she had some nice ones.

"So why're you here? Got yourself in trouble again?" She asked.

"Nah, not this time. I actually wanted to ask you to come to Ron's wedding with me. Mum says that I must bring a girl with me, thinks it'll cheer me up. You don't have to say yes, I just thought well you're really nice, and probably one of the only people who can tolerate me." And I'm madly in love with you. He waited for her answer