Hey guys! Yeah I know I have been absent for quite some time, but I finally got some time and now im writing
Disclaim: Still have no owner ship of Harry Potter
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Fred smiled, he was sitting in the living room of Grimmauld Place, and Hermione was curled up at his side, her nose buried in a book, and her normally bushy hair pulled back in a bun on top of her head. She had been reading for the past hour, ignoring the outside world, and flipping page after page, probably pretending that she was the main character in the book, that she didn't live in this world, but a different one, completely different from their own, they had been dating for around 6 months, and it had been the best 6 months of Fred's life.
He had done so much of what he wanted to do, and with the best girl in the world at his side while he did it. She supported him, even if she wasn't fond of the prank he was going to try and pull, or if she fell victim to the prank. She even helped him with some of them, when George wasn't available. She also had helped him and George perfect some of the products that they had been wanting to get onto the shelves. Once she even came up with a product for their shop, which had been rather successful with their female customers.
Every Monday night was date night for them, and every Monday, they did something different, rarely doing the same thing twice in a month. They tried new things, and Hermione had introduced him to some muggle things, like roller skating, and this fancy little machine that you sang into with the music to a song, but no words, and you read the lyrics off a screen as you sang, but he couldn't remember what it was called. Fred had taught Hermione how to do other wizard stuff too, which truthfully wasn't all that much, but he had helped her get over her fear of flying, and that was a rather large accomplishment in itself.
But, it was nights like these that Fred liked the best. Him and Hermione, alone in front of a fire place, while she was curled up next to him, reading some book she had picked up at the store, and he was watching some of his favorite t.v. shows. They never had to get dressed up for these nights, never had to be around other people, always got to be alone and be themselves. Even if Hermione did ignore him completely for somewhere around 2 hours on these nights, and sometimes she looked away from the books, tears in her eyes from her favorite character dying, he still loved these nights. Because it was just him and Hermione. Just them and no one else. Just him and the girl he was completely in love with, the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
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Sorry it wasn't that long, and didn't have very much creativity, it was just a filler chapter until I can get back on my writing road.
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