A/N: Whoever can tell me what these last two titles mean, they can have a cyber cookie! Also, thanks to those of you who reviewed you've made my day significantly better.
Etico
By Oranfly
"Ummm... not yet..." She said embarrassed.
"Take it soon then." Was all he said before taking to the sky on the nimbus 1000.
How could she forget, Hermione berated herself silently.
"Come on Herms," Ginny shouted. Hermione hopped onto her broom and joined them in a pretty competitive game of quidditch where Hermione nearly fell off her broom several times due to the sexy distraction that was Fred Weasley. An hour had passed before Mrs. Weasley called them in for lunch.
When the four shirt less men tried to get into the kitchen Mrs. Weasley immediately stopped them at the door so they could dress again. "I won't have half naked men in my kitchen!" She lectured.
When everyone was sitting down Hermione was trapped between Fred and Harry, both of which weren't the best smelling at the moment. Ginny was sitting across from her and they looked at each other before wrinkling their noses at the overwhelming smell of man in the room. They giggled and started passing food around and piling their plates up.
At some point while passing the turkey to Fred, Hermione accidentally grabbed his hand instead and nearly dropped the plate when they both pulled back simultaneously.
"So sorry, Fred." She mumbled and continued the chain of food.
Fred, on his part continued to glance at Hermione through out the meal. It was hard not to. Her hair was wind-swept making her curls untamed and wild. Her bronze skin was glowing from the rigorous work out and her shirt and jeans were smudged with mud from when Harry or Ron would try to hold her back from catching the quaffle by putting their grubby hands on her.
Fred's fists clenched in jealousy, but he caught himself quickly. She wasn't his bird and besides they were all just friends. Just friends. He reminded himself about this a dozen times, especially when she accidentally linked feet with him under the table.
After lunch the girls all stayed in the kitchen to clean up the dishes while the men retreated outside to talk quidditch and work. Harry talked about the fiasco his last auror mission, while Ron remained silent about his job (he was an unspeakable).
When the girls got back outside Ginny and Hermione had fixed themselves up so that their hair was kept up and their faces clear of grime. Fred stared dumbly at Hermione as she walked over to an open spot on the grass between Harry and Ron. She was smiling brightly and her laugh made his stomach do back flips.
What on earth had gotten into him? He had slept with other girls – alright, one other. But she never had this effect on him. Hermione was taking his heart and soul on a rollercoaster!
"I brought the wireless out so we could enjoy some music," Mrs. Weasley said winking at her merry husband. She tuned in to a slow song that seemed rather old for the newer generation but Bill still gathered Fleur into his arms to slow dance with him. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley joined them and soon after; Harry and Ginny. Fred stared at Hermione as she lost herself in the romance before her that she would never be a part of. Fred thought she looked happy at first, but then it changed to sadness. He gathered up whatever Gryffindor courage that he could and got to his feet.
"Hermione, would you dance with me?" He asked, trying not to let his voice waver.
She looked up at him, shocked that he was asking her but quickly nodded. She took his offered hand and got to her feet. He pulled her into his embrace and let her rest her cheek on his chest. Inhaling in the faint vanilla scent he wrapped his arms around her waist and sighed in contentment.
"What's wrong?" Hermione whispered.
"Absolutely nothing. Everything is perfect."
She smiled and leaned into his weight. His heart beat, which was fast at first, was now settling down and beating rhythmically. Her arms crossed at the wrists around his neck and she let him guide her around the yard for four songs before they realized that everyone had left them outside and the sun was waning over the edge of the grassy field by the Burrow.
Hermione pulled away, blushing at not noticing how everyone had left them. Fred only looked at her quietly and thought about how cute she was.
"I guess we lost track of time, huh?" She asked shyly.
"Uh-huh," was all he could get out.
She giggled at his response before completely pulling away from him. She felt cold after leaving his embrace, but he was trying to be nice to her for what had happened last night. That was all, she reminded herself.
"Should we head inside, maybe?" She asked, already leaning in the direction of the house.
He frowned. Was she so anxious to get rid of him? "Yeah, you're probably right."
They walked in side by side not saying a word to each other. When they were inside they joined the rest of the family in the living room by the fireplace. They took the only available spot open to the left of the fireplace where there was barely enough space for one and a half people.
To hell if she doesn't like me, I'll just take advantage of being close to her and enjoy her presence.
He sat down and pulled Hermione onto his lap before she could object. When she had finally stopped wiggling that hot arse of hers into his lap he rested his chin on the top of her head, trying to avoid eating her curls and just breathed in her soft scent quietly; enjoying every moment.
It took five minutes before he felt her totally relax into his embrace and she folded her hands over his arms that kept her warm.
Looking up, Hermione could see Mrs. Weasley smiling at them happily. In fact Hermione could almost hear the chant running through Mrs. Weasley saying: 'I'm going to be a grandmother. I'm going to be a grandmother."
Hermione wanted to scowl, Fred didn't want her. But she might be carrying his baby anyways. Her stomach shot up into her throat and she nearly choked on it. Mrs. Weasley would think I was a cheap tart who tricked her son into having sex with me. She leaned back further into Fred's embrace and wanted to cry into his shoulder. They would all hate her and she wouldn't have a family anymore!
Fred squeezed her lightly and kissed the top of head, as if sensing her thoughts. She smiled feebily and continued to watch the fire dance in the hearth.
A few minutes later she saw Harry move to kneel in front of Ginny and he pulled out a little small red box.
Ginny gasped and everyone's eyes were drawn to the couple before them.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley, will you do me the honor of being my wife?" He asked, with his emerald eyes shining. He opened the box to reveal a gold ring with a simple diamond in the center that had tiny emeralds on each side of the diamond.
"SAY YES!" Ron shouted enthusiastically, as if his vote counted for something.
"Yeah, you have to Gin – it's bloody Harry Potter!" George yelled trying to be as annoying as Ron.
"SHUT UP EVERYONE!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.
Harry and Ginny had been glaring at everyone in hopes that they would be quiet but to no avail.
"Ginny?" Harry asked his voice fully of hope.
