Hermione Jean Granger was a muggleborn witch, a genius. No one seemed to appreciate that, at least not the way she wanted.
She walked barefoot in the long grass outside Hogwarts. The sun shone through the leaves above her head and made her brown hair shine. Sparkling like an angel as she walked thinking about nothing more than how beautiful the summer at Hogwarts was.
'How I wish for more summer' she thought as she sat down. Looking at the flowers on every side of her. She smiled and lay back down in the field of flowers and closed her eyes.
The only thing that could make this day better was Fred Weasley. The beautiful Fred Weasley. The only thing she had cared about lately.
She sighed and pictured his face in front of her. Running her hands through his golden hair looking deep into his eyes, looking for a touch of affection.
He was beautiful. He was everything she wanted. Everything she would ever need to be happy.
Fred Weasley walked side by side with his brother trying to figure out a way of expressing his feelings to a certain someone. He had loved her for years, since the second year actually. She was perfect in every way possible. Her hair, her nose, her eyes.. Everything. She was the brightest with her age.. No one was more beautiful or more beautiful.
"Is it Hermione again?" George asked when he saw Fred's dreamy look
"Yes, always her." Fred answered still dreamy.
"Why don't you tell her? Tell her, Freddie" George stopped and looked at his brother "Now or never"
Fred took the advice and walked a few meters thinking about how and when.
"Now?" he asked nodding towards the girl in the field of flowers
"Now" he answered pushing him forward.
Hermione opened her eyes again just in time to see Fred coming at her.
He was beautiful, his eyes were shining, he had good news, or a good secret. Hermione stood up and smiled at him. Causing his cheeks to go a bit red before he smiled back.
"You look cheerful" she said as he approached "Anything happened?"
"Yes, and I need to talk to you about it.
"Sit" she said and took his hand. Fred sat down beside her and smiled again.
"What are you thinking about?" Hermione asked when Fred grew silent
Fred didn't answer at once, he looked at her carefully touching her cheek.
"You" he said finally and smiled at her.
"Me?" Hermione looked at him with wonder in her eyes. Why was Fred thinking of her?
"Yes, you, I was just wondering how it feels to be perfect" he said, because honestly, Hermione was as close to perfect as humanly possible.
Hermione blushed and smiled.
"I was about to ask you the same" she said and took his hand.
"I love you, Hermione. I always have and I always will, you are perfect" Fred whispered in her ear.
Hermione took Freds hands pulled him a bit closer and looked him in the eyes.
"I love you too, Fred"
Freds arms locked around Hermiones neck as he pulled her in for a passionate kiss, there in the field of flowers. Fred had finally found her, his soulmate, the love of his life.
Everything was perfect, just perfect.