Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, JK is a queen and deserves every bit of praise, I'm just writing my peace to keep Fred alive!
Chapter 2: Hunger
Fred wakes on the couch, noticing how warm he is and looks to see a slumbering Hermione snoring softly, snuggled all around him. He couldn't help but smile, he kissed her temple and she stirred awake. She too awoke with a smile.
"How about Fred's infamous chocolate chip waffles, with eggs sunny side up?" Fred asked wiggling his eyebrows at her.
Hermione beamed, nodded and popped up to start the coffee. The entire time they were bustling around the kitchen getting breakfast ready they kept making small (purposeful) touches or grazes at each other. Hermione blushing every time they touched. Finally breakfast was served and they sat at their place at the bar and ate in utter silence. Until Fred said "You know, you're nice and warm at night, I didn't even need a blanket.."
The plates went flying, Hermione had launched herself at Fred, he barely had enough time to steady himself before she landed on him. They both landed on the floor in a tangled mess with shirts and pants being ripped off. Then as soon as they found their way to a vertical position Hermione squeaked as she saw the time, she ran off toward the bathroom to get ready to open the shop.
Fred stood there (barely) noticing the time and said "We could have opened a little later…"
The morning couldn't have gone any slower for Fred and Hermione. It's like time slowed down every time they looked at each other (which was a lot). Noon finally arrived and Fred's stomach gave a fairly loud grumble, Hermione looked down at his stomach and snorted, "Well I think lunch is in order!"
"Ha, yeah I could use a little break too, want me to pick up something and meet you upstairs?" Fred asked Hermione walking over to her. Hermione nodded sheepishly as Fred tucked a loose tendril behind her ear, turned and disapparated on the spot. Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in, smiled quickly and ran upstairs to the flat. Hermione couldn't help but giggle as she entered the bathroom. Why am I giggling like some idiotic school girl? She thought. It's just lunch, just like we have every day.. Hermione looked in the mirror and couldn't help but smile, because this lunch just felt different compared to all the other lunch dates.
Fred rushed into the Three Broomsticks and ordered sandwiches, chips and a couple of butterbeers. He was walking and talking very fast trying to get done as quickly as possible. Madam Rosmerta couldn't help but laugh and ask "Oi, Fred dear, what's the rush? Got a hot date?" Fred froze and a face splitting grin emerged from his mouth as he grabbed the order and rushed out the door. He made it all the way back to the flat in record time and without spilling anything which was a miraculous feat to say the least given the speed he was moving. But as he stood there, frozen at the door he could his nerves building and he was becoming sweatier. It's just like any other lunch date we've had, He thought. Date… there's that word again, why does it make it feel much more exciting? Just as he was reaching to turn the doorknob the door swung open and a nervous but relieved looking Hermione stood there.
"Oh! I was wondering what was taking so long!" She said I was beginning to think you weren't coming… She said to herself.
Fred rushed by her, "Sorry 'Mione, pub was slammed, I got in and out as quick as I could!" Fred stammered out of breath. They both stood there staring at each other for a minute before moving to unpack their lunch. Hermione grabs plates and sets them at their place on the bar while Fred situated their food on the plates and pours their butterbeers. Hermione lets out a giggle, "Butterbeer? This early? Mr. Weasley are you trying to get me drunk and in bed?" The words had escaped her mouth before she had time to think. The look on Fred's face said it all, he spat butterbeer all over his plate and gapped at her. Blushing a very vibrant red Hermione took her place at the bar and started on her lunch. Still dazed Fred shook his head slightly and sat to eat his lunch, still staring at her. Did I seriously just say that?! Maybe he didn't hear me.. She thought and looked hopefully up at him. Nope, she couldn't have been more wrong, he was still in fact staring at her with a look of utter shock on his face. Shit, he's staring at me.. And after my 'attack' this morning?! Double shit.. Fred shook his head coming back to reality he took a couple bites of his lunch before saying "Well after this morning's pleasantries, a man couple only hope to finish what you started, I thought the butterbeer would help ease the situation.." Boy was I wrong.. He thought.
