All's Fair In Love And War
Chapter 3: No Feelings Attached
The after party was brilliant! Fred didn't know it, but it was going to be a good night. He was partying with George, Lee and the other people from Gryffindor, while Hermione was there in her favourite corner, snuggling up with her book. Fred made his was towards her, while George was keeping an eye on them. "Hey, shouldn't you know be celebrating." Fred said sitting on the floor across her.
"I am, with a book." Hermione laughed without looking at him.
"You're such a bore Granger." Fred said while slowly taking the book away and pulling her outside.
"Where are you taking me?" Hermione said coyly and held his hand.
"Trust me." He whispered into her ear. She let out a small gasp when she felt his hot breathe on her. Shit Hermione, he's gonna think you're some stalky school girl. Fred put his arm around her and led her out to the courtyard. He put his arms around her waist and they started dancing.
"You know this looks silly right. There's no music." Hermione giggled as he spun her around.
"I know. But I don't really care." Fred spun her around again, but this time he lost his balance and he landed on the ground with Hermione on top of him. Their noses were just a few inches away, Fred I know you want to kiss her, but you can't… What the hell, George isn't here… Fred closed his eyes and moved closer and closer to Hermione. She smelled so good to him.
"Fred?" Fred looked up and saw George leaning on one of the pillars with a mischievous smile on his face. Fred rolled his eyes and helped Hermione up. Hermione waved goodbye and left.
"I'll see you tomorrow right Hermione?" Fred shouted. Hermione turned around and nodded. "Night." Fred's smile faded and he hit his brother. "What the hell George?"
"No feelings attached. No further engagements? Ring a bell Fred?" George sat Fred down while stood. "Seems like you're falling for her. Are you?"
Fred ruffled his hair. I don't know what to do George. I can't break her heart. I'm not sure I can continue with this. He wanted to say that but he couldn't admit defeat. "Nah, this thing is easy." He stood up and pushed past George and went to his room.
"We'll see about that Freddie."
Hermione found it hard to sleep last night. She couldn't stop think about how Fred danced with her when there was no music playing; how they almost kissed. What would've happened if George didn't interrupt? She wished she really kissed him. Oh how much could happen in 48 hours. She checked the time. 10:45am Damn I overslept. Hermione jumped out of her bed and ran to the shower. She took a quick shower, brushed her teeth and fixed her hair. She put on a sleeveless ruffled purple shirt, an oversized grey cardigan, blue faded jeans and her white worn out converses. 11:10 am, wait to be fashionably late eh.
Hermione raced down the stairs to find Fred already there wearing a white polo and black jeans. Hermione ran behind him and hugged him "Hey you." Fred turned around and kissed her on the nose. "You ready?"
"Yeah, you look gorgeous by the way. Let me guess, you overslept." Hermione nodded and looked down to the floor. Fred whispered "Me too. Hehe." He took her hand and the left the common room.
The date was amazing. Hermione felt like she could act like herself around Fred and Fred acted like a complete gentleman and kid at the same time. They had a picnic in the snow, Fred took her to a secluded part of the village and they had a private snow fight where Fred ended up being tickled by Hermione, which turned him on. Then they sat on a bench by the lake and talked. Hermione noticed the weather was perfect just like in her dream, and just like her dream it started to drizzle. Alright, it wasn't exactly like her dream; but close enough.
This time Fred wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She loved how he scrunched his nose while he smiled. Then they kissed. The second their lips touched, Hermione felt that it wasn't gravity holding on to the earth anymore, it was Fred. It was like her soul was somehow attached to his.
For Fred it was different, he wanted to end the kiss. Not because he didn't like it; it was because he was scared. Scared because the more they kissed the more this will hurt Hermione. Finally Hermione pulled apart from him and licked her lips.
"That was one hell of a kiss."
"Well I am an expert. It was perfect love." Inside this bet was killing him more and more.
