Sweet Almost

Chapter 3: I don't love yogurt

Fred sat down on his bed in shock. "Us dating Hermione?"

"Well…" Hermione looked at Fred curiously.

"It's so…" Fred shook his head.

"Weird I know." Hermione scooted over next to him. "Something wrong with that?"

"No not at all! It's so wonderful!" Fred smiled.

"But Fred were not." Hermione looked at him confused.

"Hermione, you don't get it do you. It'd be the perfect cover." Fred grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

"For?" Hermione stopped him from shaking her.

"Why your at every dinner. Why you're always there. Why were always together." Fred had a look of utter delight on his face.

"But why don't we just change those things."

"Well I don't want to."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid of change." Fred looked her in the nose, not the eyes.

"Fred you are not. You get bored with a TV show after 5 minutes."

"Well maybe…" Fred thought for a moment. "I got nothing."

"Fred. What's the real reason you want to pretend to date?" Hermione looked in his eyes a questioning look on his face.

"I can't tell you Hermione. Just let me think about this over night." Fred was confused by his sudden feelings for Hermione, or maybe they had been there all along and he just hadn't noticed them.

"Oh, ok. I'll be in my room then." Hermione stood up.

"See you in the morning." Fred gave her a hug good night.

"Yeah see ya." Hermione hugged him back. Hermione walked out of Fred's room very confused. What could Fred be thinking about that would make him want to fake date me. Is it something to do with the order? Does he know? I wonder. I wish I knew. Her mind raced as she changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed.

When Hermione woke up in the morning her mind was still racing. She got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. She had made a decision. When she walked in to the kitchen she saw Fred sitting at the table. "Morning."

"Morning, 'Mione." He looked like he didn't even know what was going on.

"Fred…"

"Ok Hermione. I guess it's time I tell you this." Fred had fallen madly in love with the bushy haired bookworm his little brother calls his best friend.

"No Fred. I have to tell you something." Hermione put her hand up.

"Ok then you go first 'cause if what I say is the opposite if what you say it'll just sound stupid."

Hermione took a deep breath, in and out. "Fred, I hate yogurt. That day when Ron left. I almost, I almost told you that I loved you."

"So you hate yogurt. But you ate it anyway? Because you didn't want to tell me you loved me?"

"I ate it to cover up my loose tongue." Hermione's ears were red.

Fred stood up and hugged Hermione. "I love you too."

Hermione looked up at Fred. "Are we what I think we are?"

"If you think were dating then yes!" Fred ran over to her with a new found spring in his step and hugged her.