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Chapter 8
Hermione stood in front of her mirror looking and examining herself. She stared at the shocked face that was looking back at her. Was that really her? No. She looks… pretty? Gin sure had done a good job. She stared down at the dress she was wearing, a dark green lace skater skirt, that Gin had made her buy at a Muggle store ( shop/womens/dresses/dark-green-lace-skater-dress-_ 288284738 - this is a British store called New Look for all your foreigners!), topped off with ankle strap court shoes. Hermione looked beautiful, not a word one would usually associate for the brains behind the Golden Trio.
'Mione! Are you ready? Fred's here!' Ginny shouted as she came running up the creaky old steps of the Burrow.
'He's here? Already. Ok. Wow. Erm. Right then, let's go; Hermione stuttered. And, just as she finished speaking, Ginny opened the door, and stared at her friend.
'Wow Mione. Fred is not going to know what has hit him. You look stunning! And those legs. Those legs. Those legs. Those legs. They are to bloody die for! Argh. You're so lucky', Ginny whined.
'Ginny, can I give you some advice? Look at the mirror. Bye! See you later', and with that Hermione bounced out of the room. As she shut the bedroom door, she quickly composed herself, and proceeded to walk down the creaky steps of the Burrow. As soon as she got down to the last step, she saw Harry, Fred and George talking in the kitchen.
'Hello boys, you alright?' Hermione made herself be known.
'Wowzer Hermione. You look hot', George said smirking, earning himself a shove in the ribs from his twin.
'Ha…ha… George, very funny. But thank you anyway. Are you ready Fred?' Hermione asked.
'I am indeed. We shall be off. Cya George, bye Harry' Fred said.
And with those words, Fred took hold of Hermione's hand, after a nod of approval from her, and apparated the two of them out of the Burrow.
Hermione felt the familiar feeling of side-along apparition. She had a sudden thirst to know where Fred would be taking her, so as soon as they landed; she took in the atmosphere around her. The place was filled with candles in a dark setting room. As she looked out of the window, she saw the Coliseum.
'Fred, are we in Italy?' Hermione asked, feeling shocked.
Fred chuckled, 'We are indeed. I thought a nice romantic place for our first date would be good. I know the owner fairly well, and he speaks English, which is always a good thing', Fred finished with a wink.
Hermione laughed, and the couple made their way over to find a table. As they sat down, a very pretty waitress came over to take their order. Hermione noticed the waitress flirting with Fred, and Fred was acting like… Fred? He seemed oblivious to all the flirting that seemed to be occurring, which also rang a bell to Hermione…Was she… jealous?
No, that cannot be right.
As soon as Fred finished ordering, he started to make a casual conversation when Hermione quickly burst out with an idea.
'Fred, I've an idea', she said seriously.
'Err… what is it?' Fred asked, feeling confused.
'How about we play 10 questions? We have to ask each other 10 questions each, on absolutely any topic, and question, and we have to answer it truthfully. It's only fair, since we're going to be married to each other, will it not be a good way to find out a little bit about each other?' Hermione asked.
'Sounds good!' Fred said cheerfully. 'I'll start favourite colour?'
'Blue, like an ocean blue' Hermione said, 'You'?
'Orange' he grinned. 'Okay, favourite food'?
'That's a hard one actually. I love food, not as much as you Weasley's though. But, it would probably be pasta with tomato sauce. It's so… yummy' Hermione finished.
'Yummy?' Fred enquired, with a smirk on his face. 'I did not know Miss Granger had words like 'yummy' on their virtual dictionary'
'Shut up', Hermione laughed even so.
'Ok, ask me a question then, but don't copy my questions, that's cheating', Fred said.
'What is this? A test?' Hermione grinned. 'Ok, best prank?'
'Ahhh, now you're asking. It would probably have to be our whole last day at Hogwarts. That truly was a fantastic day that I'll be taking to my grave. Gave us a lot of publicity too, which was great for the shop'.
'That was a great day. Fantastic magic. Always wondered how you two managed to do the fire dragon. That was spectacular!' Hermione said happily.
'Fantastic magic? Really Hermione? I have to tell George.' Fred grinned sheepishly.
'Fred, I have never said that I disapprove or do not like your work. Your work is fantastic, and I love the fact that both of your dreams have quite literally come true with the shop, and I could not be prouder of you two. The only reason I told you both of, or threatened you two was because I disapproved of you testing on first and second years. Can you imagine what would have happened if the test went wrong. Those eleven year olds would do anything for a small amount of money, they are desperate. But I did not want you two to be expelled or worse for that matter you know' Hermione finished her speech.
'Erm. Thanks Hermione. Seriously, thank you, for having so much faith in us', Fred said.
'Fred, you don't need to thank me, thank yourselves'. Hermione said with a smile on her face.
'Ok, my turn. Don't be scared I'm asking you this. Don't get angry with me. But, it's important I know. And either way, it's going to be fine', Fred asked feeling slightly scared.
'Fred, you're scaring me. What are you going to ask?' Hermione asked, feeling panicked.
'It's just… err… ok… how to phrase it?' Fred stuttered.
'Just ask me for Merlin's sake!' Hermione screeched.
'Areyouavirgin?'
And voila! Chapter 8 finished. Thank you to everyone reading this fanfic, I'm truly amazed with the response, but I have recently checked on the number of people who have read this, and it sort of upsets me to see that some days I have 500 hits, and only a couple of people follow. I'm not begging for reviews, but it would be nice to see a few more people following this story, just so I have an indication of how many people actually want to read this story! Sorry to moan about this, and it's not that I am not grateful for the response I have received so far… thank you so much to those who have reviewed/followed/favourited this story! I have mentioned all of you above (I hope I haven't missed anyone out – those mentioned are people who have done one of the above since my upload of Chapter 7)
Thank you!
Until then,
GredandForgeAreOurKings
