Summary: It's the night before Valentines day. Ron has Lavender. Harry has Ginny. Even George has a pretty girl by his side. She can't help but mope about her lack of a significant other. A certain Fred Weasley is determined to show her the joys of the single life.
Let Me Be Your Valentine
"I love you Wonnie-kins, yes I do." Lavender Brown was saying as she brushed her nose against Ron Weasley's. It was enough to make any single person nauseous.
Hermione ripped her eyes away from the embarrassing scene and latched them onto her fork, as she twirled it around the endless spaghetti noodles in front of her. It was sort of difficult to have an appetite with such sickening scenes in front of her.
Mrs. Weasley had invited them all over for a Valentine's Day dinner. Even though the actual day wasn't until tomorrow, she had insisted they all get together for a meal. Hermione had no idea why she had invited her in the first place.
After all, Hermione was one of the only two single people here. Ron had Lavender, and Harry had Ginny. Even George had a pretty girl by his side, leaving Hermione to secretly mope about her lack of a significant other.
Hermione would have been wondering if Fred was moping too, if it wasn't for the fact that it was completely out of his character to sulk over something so silly.
Plus, the undeniable fact that he was absolutely in love with the single life.
Hermione didn't think anyone could could ever possibly be a happier person. Fred was laughing and joking with George like it was just another day. He would occassionally glance in her direction, not missing a beat in his perfect little rythme of making everyone around him laugh.
She tried contributing to the conversation, but it was hard when all everyone was talking about was their valentines day plans.
"Oh Won Won, we're going to have so much fun together." Lavender announced obnoxiously as she gave Hermione a side glance. Mrs. Weasley gave the girl a slightly disgusted look before returning her attention to what Mr. Weasley was saying.
Lavender had never been too fond of Hermione, considering the history she had with Ron she didn't blame her too much. There was still no excuse for being a clingy, love-sick, jealous puppy.
"So George." Mrs. Weasley began, finally being able to tell the twins apart now that one was currently attached. "How did you and Luna get together?" She asked, her facial expression holding the same genuine happiness it had everytime she gave Harry a welcome back hug.
Fred and George launched into the story. Hermione caught the words 'Nargles' and 'Butterbeer cork necklace.'
The story was brief, the ending resulting in awkward forced laughter from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
Eager to push the silence away once more she turned to Fred. "Fred, why haven't you started to settle down?" She asked, taking her fork and knife to cut her spaghetti up.
"Well Mum, I love making the female population happy, and I think they would be absolutely devastated if I was taken." Fred paused, taking a bite of his mashed potatoes before continuing.
"But don't worry, just because I don't settle down doesn't mean you won't be getting your grandchildren."
Mrs. Weasley's face morphed into shock, as she slapped Fred hard on the arm. It was only a moment before she gave in and a small laugh escaped her.
Even Hermione couldn't help but give in to the tug at the edges of her mouth.
The rest of the evenings conversation was light, and it wasn't long before the majority of the tables occupants were yawning and commenting on how they should get to bed for their long day in the morning. Harry and Ginny are the first to stand, pushing in their chairs before saying their goodnights and giving Mrs. Weasley a warm hug.
Lavender stood abruptly, pulling Ron to his feet, causing his chair to topple over behind him. Ron shot his mother an apologetic look before Lavender all but ran upstairs, dragging Ron behind her.
Luna and George had stayed behind to help Mrs. Weasley clean up the kitchen table.
"Hermione, be a dear and take the garbage out will you?" Mrs. Weasley asked, kindly.
"Of course." She replied politley before turning towards the garbage. "Wingardium Leviosa." She pronounced perfectly as she took a deep breath and hovered the trash out to the front.
Hermione entered The Burrow again, immediately trying to mask the sad look on her face when she realized that fred was still up and about in the kitchen.
"You know Hermione, you shouldn't be so down on yourself. Being single isn't so bad." He sends a cliche' wink her way before she had time to answer.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, well, I'm not like you am I?"
Fred clutched his shirt in place above his heart as he wore a fake, hurt expression. "Come now, that was uncalled for." He manages out before half collapsing against the table.
Hermione gave a grudging smile as she began to make her way over to the stairs. Fred rushed around the table to stand in front of her.
"That's rubbish. Being single is great, and I can prove it."
"How exactly do you plan on pulling off that impossible task?" She challenged.
Fred's expression was smug, as he was about to retort when Mrs. Weasley appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Off to bed you two." She ordered, before eyeing Fred.
"Oh and Fred go and mail those Happy Valentine's Day cards I bought to their rightful owners will you, almost slipped my mind."
Fred swore on behalf of his mum's bad timing as he watched Hermione ascend the stairs and dissapear into one of the guest rooms.
Hermione's peaceful dreams were slowly slipping away as she was being awoken by two very familiar voices.
"Think she's asleep, Fred?"
"Probably. Who cares?"
"Well, come to think of it you haven't always been very considerate when it comes to women's sleeping hours."
"Too right you are."
"Well, I'm going back to Luna, she wanted me to see this article in The Quibbler. Something about a Crumple-Horned Snorkack sighting."
Hermione heard George close the door behind him and she let out a heavy sigh to let Fred know she was awake.
"What do you want Fred?" She asked, sounding impatient and tired from being so rudley awoken from her peaceful slumber.
"To prove to you that being single isn't so bad." Hermione forced her eyes to open as she felt the bed shift.
She eyed him warily as he sat in front of her abdomen.
"What do you mean, prove it?" She asked, confused.
"Hermione, what exactly is so bad about being single?" He asked, ignoring her question entirely.
"Well, a lot of things." She offered, unsure of what to say. This was awfully strange.
"Not really. You can snog whoever you want, and not worry about someone else getting jealous."
"Obviously, not in my case." She retorted, wondering who in earth would ever want to snog a know-it-all.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, sounding quite offended himself.
"I just guess no one wants to kiss me."
"That's preposterous. I know about a hundred guys who'd love to snog you senseless.
"You wouldn't snog me." The words had escaped her before she had time to think them over. She had meant for the words to sound like she knew that he was just feeling sorry for her, and no one in their right mind would ever consider Hermione Granger.
"Wanna bet?"
She sat up slowly, her anger starting to get to her.
"Oh please, as a matter a fact I'd be more than happy to take that bet-"
As soon as the words parted from her lips, they were assualted by Fred Weasley's. Fred's kissing tactics were leaving her quite light headed, as she allowed him to move away from her mouth and begin to place open mouthed kisses down the side of her throat.
Hermione wanted nothing more that to just bask in all of the wonderful sensations she was feeling. She wanted to just forget all about the absense of a steady man in her life, wanted to forget that Lavender Brown rubbed that in her face every chance she got, and she wanted to forget that everyone was growing up and finding love without her.
Her breathe was uneven and she gasped quietly before she spoke her next words.
"Why did you come here?" She asked as he continued to make a path of fire with his lips.
"To prove to you that being single isn't bad." He managed out between his sensual kisses. His hands slid slowly up her thighs, before gripping firmly as they reached as far as they dared.
Hermione's hand reached up to tug on his hair, trying to lead him away.
"I think you should go."
She began to try and scoot away but Fred snaked his hand around her waste and pulled her body full against him as he placed a light chaste kiss on her lips.
"I know your upset about not having anyone on Valentine's Day." He started, before kissing her pulse point. "So I was thinking,"
She felt his nose glide down her sensitive flesh before he kissed her collarbone momentarily.
"that we should spend it together." He finished, rasing his face to meet her gaze.
"Fred, that's not what I'm looking for." She answered, as he finally allowed her to push him away.
"I know. Which is exactly why it's just what you need." Hermione's eyes looked up at him, full of confusion and frustration.
"Just think about it." He said, before placing one last soft kiss on her cheek and turning to leave.
Hermione watched him walk away and shut the door behind him, images of what had just occured flashing in her mind.
She fell backards onto her bed, closing her eyes and drifting slowly off into sleep, as more images of what had just happened danced around in her mind. Only much more detailed and sinfully enjoyable.
So that's it for the first chapter(: Don't worry about updates, I plan on posting a new chapter every week for this lol. Review and tell me what you think.