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A/N sorry for not posting in forever! I have been unbelievably busy.
Chapter four
"Left, left!" Hermione cried out. "No, no, your other left!" Hermione giggled uncontrollably.
"It's not my fault that I'm apparently rubbish at rowing a boat!" Fred had seen muggles do it time and time again, but they made it look incredibly easy. He was much more coordinated on a broom. Hermione, on the other hand, excelled at rowing the boat.
"My father used to take me and my mum out to the lake each and every summer, and while my mum sat on the beach, reading a book me and my dad would row out to the middle of the lake and fish." Hermione had explained to Fred when he asked how she was so good at this.
"I think it's time we ate lunch," Fred said after about another hour. "I'm starving." Hermione agreed and she rowed back to the shore. Fred jumped out of the boat and sat down on the blanket, and Hermione followed.
Once Hermione was seated on the blanket, and shed her leather jacket, Fred unpacked the food.
"Bouillebaise?!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly. "I haven't had bouillebaise since the summer before third or fourth year when mum and dad took me to France!"
"I remember you said you like it quite a lot when Beauxbatons came to Hogwarts and they had all of that French food." Fred reminisced.
They finished eating around one in the afternoon.
"I like you alot, Fred." Hermione said as they watched the ducks, who had returned afterFred and Hermione had left the water.
Hermione could feel the vibrations in Fred's chest when he said, "I like you, too, Mione." they lay on the blanket and held hands. They talked about Hogwarts, their old professors, friends, the DA, anything and everything they could think of.
A few hours later, after the date was over, it was decided that Hermione would stay at the flat that night, as the next day was Sunday, and they would just go to dinner at the Burrow together. They had an announcement to make, anyways,
Fred slept on the couch that night, much to Hermione's dismay. She would have gladly slept on the couch, but Fred was having none of it. He had insisted that she would be much more comfortable in his bed. Hermione reluctantly agreed.
The next morning, Hermione woke with a start. Fred was getting ready to go downstairs and open the shop. Hermione got out of bed.
"And where do you think you are going?" Fred asked.
"I'm helping out in the shop today," Hermions stated as if it were obvious.
"No, you're not, Mione." Fred argued.
"Yes, I an, Fred. George doesn't work today, and neither does Lee or Ver. I'm helping."
"Hermione-"
"Fred." Hermione countered sternly.
"Fine. But I'm paying you for working." Fred compromised.
"No, you'red not paying me. I want to help. Payment indicates that I have to do it." Hermione said.
"I'm paying you! Either get payed or don't help at all!" Fred snapped.
"Fine," Hermione sighed.
Fred and Hermione went downstairs to the shop to straighten the shelves before the opened up.
Stubborn woman. Fred thought.
Bloody impossible man. Hermione thought. After the shelves were neat and stocked, they opened.
"Would you do the honor of opening Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, Mione?" Fred said in a sort of grandeur.
"Of course, Freddie." Hermione answered, flipping the sign from CLOSED to OPEN, and unlocked the doors using a simple 'alohomora'. She turned the display outside on. Hermione had her very first customer a few minutes later. Guess who it was?
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione growled at Draco.
"Is that any way to treat a paying customer?" Draco said with that God awful smirk on his face.
"It is if they're annoying ferrets like you." Fred said appearing by Hermione's side. "What do you want, or have you just come to terrorize us? If it's the latter, you can just leave." Fred said.
"I need a.. er.. yellow, uh, pygmy puff," Draco sounded embarrassed. "For my daughter, Eleanor," he added quickly.
"Alright," Fred reached into the cage and pulled out a yellow ball of fur.
"How much?"
"Ten galleons." Fred and Hermione said in unison. Draco reached into his coat pocket and pulled out ten, large, round, bronzy-gold coins.
"Thank you, and have a nice day!" Fred's voice was full of sarcastic happiness.
"You too, Weasels." Draco didn't pick up on the sarcasm.
"I know he isn't the sharpest quill in the shop, but how thick can you get?" Fred wondered out loud in referral to the sarcasm Draco hadn't picked up on.
"Oh, Freddie. Be nice. He isn't that dim. But you are much smarter." Hermione kissed Fred on his chin, standing on her tip toes to shorten the distance between them.
The rest of the day went by in a blur, after the Draco incident. At about five, Fred closed the shop so they could get ready for dinner at the Burrow.
"I had no idea how many customers you have each day," Hermione said when she flopped on to the couch in the flat.
"Regretting helping out?" Fred teased.
"No, makes me glad I helped." Hermione said. "We better get ready."
"Yeah, I guess." Fred agreed tiredly.
Hermione showered and put on a pair of black jeans and a light blue jumper, knowing that was Fred's favorite color. Fred just kept the clothes he had worn to work that day on, so they flooed there when Hermione was ready.
"The Burrow!" Hermione called clearly as she tossed the floo powder in the fireplace, and Fred followed close behind.
"Fred! Hermione! So good to see you!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, giving them each a peck on the cheek. "But why did you arrive together..?" Mrs. Weasley sounded puzzled for a moment, but then a look of surprise, recognition, and happiness appeared on her face. "Are you two... together?" She whispered. Fred nodded.
"But don't say anything, we want to surprise everyone else at dinner." Hermione said. Mrs. Weasley nodded her okay, just as well, because Harry, Ginny and Teddy arrived next.
"Teddy!" Hermione cooed over the little one year old in Ginny's arms. Ginny and Harry Potter had officially adopted Teddy after the war, which had left the little child an orphan.
"Heymeynee!" The toddler yelled, attempting to say Hermione's name. Everyone giggled and laughed and Ginny passed Teddy to Hermione. He grabbed a lock of Hermione's long hair and began to wave it around.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Hermione scolded the baby gently. Teddy wasn't a fussy child, so he didn't mind being passed to Mrs. Weasley, Fleur, Angelina and Penelope. Everyone (mostly the women) fuss over Teddy, as he was the only grandchild, not by blood but everyone thought of him as family.
"Dinner's ready!" Mrs. Weasley called from the kitchen with a bit of excitement in her voice. Everyone sat down by their partner at the table. Penelope sat by Percy, Fleur next to Bill, Angelina next to George, and of course Hermione next to Fred. Ron was missing, it seemed everyone noted when they saw his empty seat.
After the dessert had been served, Ginny and Harry stood up.
"We have an announcement!" Harry said. "I'm pregnant!" Ginny cried excitedly. There were calls of 'Congratulations!', 'Another grandbaby!' and just squeals of excitement.
After Harry and Ginny's announcement, Fred stood up and gestured to Hermione. Hermione stood up nervously. "Me and Mione are together!" Fred said. There were more murmurs of congratulations and Charlie even said, "I thought you and Ron were dating?"
"No. Ron, uh, um. He, er..." Hermione tried to stutter out.
"Ickle Ronniekins left Mione for a French muggle." Fred stated as Hermione was close to breaking down. Fred saw this and he said goodbye and apparated Hermione to his flat.
"Shh, Mione it's OK. I've got you." Fred said as he rubbed small circles on her back. Fred and Hermione fell asleep like that on the couch.
A/N This chapter kinda sucked. I'm gonna post another chapter if I get three reviews on this chapter. Kay? And I was kinda emotional after reading a fanfic called There She Stayed by Hermioneweasleypotterriddle. It is extremely sad, it made me cry. It was pretty good. You should go read it if you like Fremione (Which I'm guessing you do if your reading my fanfic..) Warning though: You WILL cry, don't even try to deny it. yeah. BYE! :)
