Hey, so my two current stories are going to be this story, which is going to be called Mrs. Hermione Weasley and my other which is Loving You is So Easy. (Or something like that, I switched those words around so much when I was thinking of a title.)
They are both Fred/Hermione, so if you don't like that pairing, too bad. It's one of my favorites.
Anyway, enjoy. (:
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. All I own is this laptop which I am writing this on, and the thoughts that roam around my brain.
"No. I'm not." Fred looked at his mother, his arms crossed over his chest.
"You WILL marry her, whether you like it or not. You will love her." Mrs. Weasley pressed on.
"NO! You don't understand! This is MY life, I want to live it my way. You're only doing this to me, why me?" Fred demanded.
"Because you are irresponsible, you don't have a job, and you will probably never get married!" Mrs. Weasley shouted.
"I DO HAVE A JOB, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Fred shouted. "Insult me all you want, but don't insult George and I's business." He left the house, slamming the door behind him.
Hermione listened to Fred and his mothers argument, feeling terribly sorry for Fred. "Mrs. Weasley is being so unreasonable." she whispered to Harry and Ron.
They nodded their heads in agreement. "I think... I know a way he wouldn't have to get married to the other woman."
"How?" they asked in unison.
"Get married to someone else." Hermione said blankly. "I'm going to be talk to Fred. I'll be back later."
Hermione apparated to the shop, going up the stairs to Fred and George's flat. "Fred?" she called.
"Freeed?" She walked into his room, where he was laying on his bed with no shirt on, looking entirely miserable.
Daaamn. Hermione though, shaking the thought out of her mind before walking up to him and sitting on his bed. "I know how you don't have to marry the woman your mum wants you to marry."
Fred shot up. "How?" he asked with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Marry someone else."
"Who would marry me?"
Hermione sat for a moment in silence. After awhile, she said "I would."
Fred looked at her, a small smile on his face. "You would do that for me?"
Hermione gave him a small smile back, nodding her head. Fred's face broke out in a full on grin, and he hugged Hermione tightly. "I will ever be able to repay you for this." he whispered in her ear.
Hermione blushed. She smiled at him. "When do we get married?" Fred asked.
"Tomorrow. I'll get a marriage license and the paperwork, but no one can know until we are married." Hermione said to him.
Fred nodded, lying back on his bed. "Just warning you, my mum with be furious at both of us." he said.
Hermione nodded. "I'm willing to take the risk of her hating me for your happiness." she smiled. "You will be happy with me, right? I know I'm not pretty and funny or anything, I just hope that-"
Fred silenced her immediately by putting his hands on her shoulders. "Hermione," he started. "You are beautiful. You are smart, funny, and amazing. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I will be very happy with you as my wife."
Hermione blushed, looking down. "Thank you." she whispered.
Fred smiled reassuringly. "This whole thing will be fine. Just fine."
Hermione hoped he was right.
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"Fred?" Hermione walked into the flat, looking around for Fred.
She found him, he was very a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and some dark wash jeans. Needless to say, he looked great.
Hermione was wearing a knee length floral pattern dress. She then wore some gladiator sandals. Her hair was in soft curls, framing her face.
Fred smiled at her, extending his hand. "Ready to be married?" he asked.
Hermione nodded, taking his hand and lead him to the couch. They sat down, and Hermione pulled out a marriage license out of her purse. They both signed it, before she pulled out marriage paperwork. "Are you sure you want to do this for me?" Fred asked one last time.
Hermione smiled, nodding. They both carefully signed the papers. They looked at each other. "So... we're now married." Hermione said after a minute of comfortable silence.
Fred nodded. "Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"Aren't we supposed to kiss now? Unless you're not comfortable with that..."
Hermione smiled. "Frederick Gideon Weasley," she paused. "I am now your wife. And I want you to kiss me."
Fred's face broke out into a grin and he placed his lips on her hers, very lightly, but enough to make sparks fly through both of there bodies. They pulled away, and Fred hugged her. "Thank you."
Hermione smiled. "Anytime."
"I have another surprise for you." Fred said, pulling out two small boxes from his pocket. He handed one to Hermione, and then kept one.
Hermione opened the box, and smiled as there was a beautiful silver band. Fred's was the same, and he took her left hand and slipped the ring on her ring finger. Hermione did the same, and they both looked at each other, small smiles on their faces.
They both leaned in for another kiss, and right as there lips met, Mrs. Weasley walked in. "Fred, this is Jaime, you will be marrying her." she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw them.
Fred and Hermione's eyes widened. They pulled apart to see Mrs. Weasley looking FURIOUS. Jaime didn't really looked effected by anything. "Frederick. Gideon. Weasley." she said through clenched teeth.
"Mum, hi. Hello Jaime, I'm Fred. Unfourtunately I will not be marrying you." he paused, smiling at Hermione. "I'm already married."
Mrs. Weasley's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head. "Hermione, I cannot believe you. I knew Fred would pull something like this but I never expected you to be a part of it."
Hermione's eyes filled with tears. "Mrs. Weasley, please, please don't hate me. I just wanted Fred to be happy."
Mrs. Weasley nodded a bit. "We're just going to go now." she ushered Jaime out of the room.
The door closed and Fred looked at Hermione. She looked really shaken up, and was very pale. "I'm sorry, Hermione. You didn't deserve that."
He grabbed one of her hands and squeazed it lightly. Hermione smiled a small smile. "It's okay. I'm okay."
Hermione really wished she could believe her own words, but she couldn't.