AN: Thank you to everyone that has been supporting this story, it really means the world to me! I hadn't expected it to get this much love :)

Fun fact about this story, my imagining of the floorplan for Fred and George's apartment is the same as the apartment in a different story of mine, which happens to be about serial killers. Isn't that cute?


Chapter 3 – An Unexpected Result

"Reaching out, he gently pressed his hand on her cheek, turning her face back towards him, before leaning in slowly and pressing his lips to hers."

It wasn't a firework of sensation, like she expected, but it wasn't nothing either. She closed her eyes as his lips pressed gently against hers, like the meeting of two butterfly wings. He pulled back, and she thought that was going to be it, but he kissed her again, for real this time, and she was actually sad when he stopped.

She opened her eyes slowly, tiny feathers tickling her insides. He looked as surprised as she was.

"So." He whispered, looking into her eyes like he was seeing her for the first time. "Soulmates, huh?"

She was breathing heavier for some reason. Had he actually taken her breath away? It was just a kiss. It wasn't like she had never been kissed before. "Yeah." She replied, suddenly feeling very confident. "But maybe you should kiss me again to make sure." A kiss from her soulmate had to be special, right?

He obliged, kissing her without any of his previous trepidation. Unsure of what to do with her hands, she tangled her fingers in his hair, and he pulled her into him. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might jump out of her chest. She had to be mad, this was Fred Weasley, she was alone with him, in his bedroom, a party going on right outside and he was kissing her. And she was enjoying it.

She parted her lips and his tongue met hers, her body feeling like plasma or putty in his hands, what was she doing – their tongues were twisted around each other and she never wanted it to stop.

He pulled back and she was genuinely disappointed. He looked at her, this big silly grin on his face. He actually was rather cute. He had tiny little freckles across the bridge of his nose, she had never been close enough to him to notice. There were probably a million things about him that she had never bothered to notice. It was time to remedy that.

Neither of them spoke, it seemed to her as if they were perfect only when they weren't speaking, so she was silent. What was she getting herself into?


Had he really just kissed Hermione Granger?

Fred's heart beat madly in his chest, and she was looking at him with this sweet little smile, Merlin, she was beautiful. Being with her couldn't be that bad, could it?

What should he do now? Kiss her again, or speak, or what? Would she think he was being an animal if he just continued to kiss her, or would she want to talk about what had just happened? His brain was working faster than he ever thought possible.

She answered his questions for him by pulling him in for another kiss. Now that, he didn't have to think about. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her lips slowly parting against his. He pushed her back onto the bed - her hands pressed into his lower back, her confident fingers trailing up to the back of his neck she pulled him closer - he could feel her heartbeat against his chest – before he realized what he was doing, his lips trailed to her neck, a soft sigh escaping her lips - oh her skin was so soft - was he really doing this? They needed to stop. This was their first kiss, after all. They barely knew each other. But he didn't really want to stop.

There was a knock at the door. He turned his head to look at the door, but decided to ignore it. There was another knock, a bit louder this time, and Fred sighed, kissing her one more time before getting up.

"Just a moment." How did anyone know they were in here?

She sat up as he opened the door a crack. It was George. He slipped out into the hall and shut the door behind him.

"Did you forget about the party?"

"No, I've just got better things to do."

George gave him a stern look. "Just because Hermione left doesn't mean you need to be sulking – you don't have another girl in there, do you?"

Fred held back a grin. "Not another girl, no."

George looked confused, then shocked. "You're joking."

"Not this time. You owe me breakfast tomorrow."

George shook his head. "Carry on then." He walked away and Fred slipped back into his room.


Hermione looked around the room after Fred had left. It was rather plain and boyish, the dresser drawers weren't closed completely, the walls were plain white except for a Quidditch poster tacked on the wall beside the door – Hermione noticed that it was the team Oliver Wood now played for - but other than a handful of personal items scattered about, it could have been anyone's room.

She looked over at the door, the pounding in her chest having calmed down a bit. What was she doing? She certainly wasn't acting like herself, kissing a guy she barely knew – thinking of doing more, alone in his room. What if Harry and Ron knew what she was doing? They would tease her to no end, especially Ron. But Fred was her soulmate, wasn't he? So being with him had to be okay. Even if it was like this. Right?

Perhaps not.

She was quite terrible with this relationship business. Since very few people dated before they got their perfect match, she hadn't had much experience in the how relationships were supposed to work department (except that whole business with Krum, but it had ended terribly, so she could hardly count that).

Fred returned, still grinning like a fool. He seemed happy. "George wanted to make sure I wasn't sulking." He explained, sitting down next to her. Why was he so happy? Didn't she drive him crazy?

"You don't seem like the sulking type."

"I'm really not, but I did just disappear so he wanted to check on me."

She nodded her understanding. "I should probably let you get back to the party."

"Are you going to stay?"

She bit her lip. "Parties aren't really my thing." She was honestly starting to feel a little embarrassed about the whole thing. "But thanks."

He seemed at a loss for words. "Can I see you again soon?"

She blushed a little. "I've got Tuesday off." She offered.

"Do you want to meet me for lunch, there's this little café by the shop I always go to."

"I've been there, they have a great potato soup." She ordered dinner from there a lot when she didn't feel like cooking.

"I'll see you around twelve thirty then?"

"It's a date." She grinned. She hadn't expected to be so happy about it, but maybe they could make it work. It was worth a shot, at least.

"I'll see you then." He leaned over and kissed her softly. It was such a simple thing, a kiss. Why did it have to mean so much?


George gave Fred a strange look when he returned to the party. It had reached the point where everyone was drunk and loud and it wasn't fun anymore. Harry and Ron were nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Hermione?" His twin asked.

"She went home." He replied. "Not a fan of parties."

"You didn't upset her, did you?"

He shook his head. "We're going out on Tuesday."

George smiled. "Excellent."

"Why are you pushing us together so much?" It was almost irritating, but he knew his twin meant well.

George was silent for a moment. "I'm going to ask Seamus to marry me." He said finally. Fred understood, George didn't want him to be alone.

Score one for the matchmakers. Fred thought bitterly. "Congratulations." He smiled.

"Assuming he says yes, will you be my best man?"

"I don't know, won't it confuse him with both of us standing up there?" He teased.

George laughed. "As long as you're not there for the honeymoon I think we'll be fine."

Fred laughed, but his mind was elsewhere, if it wasn't for the matchmakers, would he even have given Hermione a second thought? There was something between them, definitely, but he wasn't sure if it was the beginnings of love or just lust. He wasn't sure what to call what they had between them.

What if the whole soulmate thing was just a big joke, and these people were happy together just out of their belief in the matchmakers. What proof did he have that they even knew what they were doing?


The beginnings of true love, or just really amazing physical chemistry? Can they the two be reconciled, or should these opposites have stayed unnatracted? Destiny is a fickle mistress, after all ;)

I think this will be my last update until next week, or at least this weekend, because my other fic needs some love (and finals are coming up!). I promise to return as soon as possible. However, if you have a deficit of Fremione in your life, please be sure to check out my marriage law fic, Time to Celebrate.

I hope you enjoyed! Please be sure to review and tell me what you think! Your support means so much to me :)

-Zen and Sirius