AN: Chapter 14. Wowzer! It's amazing.
Make sure you R & R. It's the best for a writer who's having difficulty with coming up with more to write. It makes her (or him) feel better. So, R & R. But not until after you enjoy!
Okay, enough of my ranting, here's Chapter 14.
Sincerely,
lovah of Ron
Chapter 14: It Goes On
Hermione ran to the office door just as Bert the fat was about to knock.
"Hello Bert!" she said a little too excitedly.
"Hello Hermione," he said, his left eyebrow rising in question. "How was your assignment?"
"Oh, great. Incredible information and dishy details. The absolute epitome of every Mystical Witch issue," Hermione said, running all her words together. It was a miracle Bert the fat even understood a word of it.
"Very nice, very nice," he said as he strolled over to Hermione desk and sat in her chair. He put his feet up on her desk.
"Will this issue sell out completely?"
"Absolutely. Fr – Mr. Weasley is a very deep and mysterious character. His fans will love to learn more about him. And one lucky fan will be able to spend a day with him if he or she writes the winning essay about why the want to meet thee Fred Weasley."
"Yes, that will bring in a lot of buyers, especially if it's on the cover. And on billboards."
"Oh yes," Hermione said as Bert closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head.
Hermione looked up at the ceiling, thanking whomever that Bert hadn't seen Fred. But that just made her squeal at the sight on the ceiling.
Fred Nevan Weasley.
He waved happily down to her, grinning from ear to ear.
Hermione mouthed to him, "What the bloody hell are you doing Fred!"
"Hanging out!" he mouthed back.
Hermione tried to make herself look mad, but it only made her smile. Fred just made her smile, "hanging out" like he was.
"Ummm…Bert," Hermione said, "Can you leave, I have to type up my article and everything so I can put it through editing."
Bert opened his eyes, slightly startled. He had managed to fall asleep in those two minutes. "Oh sure. Then I want it in editing in seven days. Then, it will be put in the magazine and go to print. Then a week later, the last week of January, they'll be put out."
Bert the fat got up and waddled across the room and out the door. But right outside the door, he stopped and turned around.
"You must know now that you look happy. That prankster must've given you a heart."
Hermione's mouth dropped in utter shock. Unfortunately, Bert the fat didn't see that.
Bert closed the door and left Hermione standing there with Fred laughing on the ceiling above her.
Hermione looked up at Fred indignantly.
"That isn't necessary!" Hermione said.
"Oh, but it is," Fred said as he came down from the ceiling.
"Sure. How was the ceiling?"
"Very…ceiling-ish. You know, high. I felt somewhat like God if I knew what God felt like. You know, just looking down at my people, who happen to be completely unaware of being watched. It was almost comical. I would love to be God."
"Well, I wouldn't," Hermione said as she jumped her boyfriend.
"Well, as God, I could get used to this," Fred said excitedly.
"Don't get used to it because I'm not going to make it a habit to have sex in my office every time you plan on visiting," Hermione said as her shirt came off.
"But, Mione," Fred whined.
"Stop whining or I'll silence you, and not the room."
And so, they made a day of it in Hermione's office.
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The work day was done and Hermione was at her own flat. Alone. No Fred. Yet.
She was enjoying the shower she had all to herself (though this morning's escapades in the shower with Fred were enjoyable). She was singing…in the shower. Then, she heard a noise.
"Who's there?" she called out.
No answer.
"Fred, if you're going to be an arse, I'll call your mum and tell her you've been bad."
Again, no answer.
"Fred, this isn't funny," Hermione said as she got out of the shower and toweled herself.
"Fred, you know I don't like this game of yours."
Hermione walked down her hallway cautiously, just in case. She slowly opened her bedroom door and saw…
Fred! On her bed!
"Fred Weasley! Why didn't you answer me! I was extremely frightened, you prat. I did have a burglar in my flat once, while I was taking a shower."
Fred turned to Hermione with a goofy blank face and stuck up his index finger. "Fred isn't here right now, Ms. Granger," he said, bending his finger.
Hermione slapped him. "You're not allowed to watch any more Muggle scary movies. They mess with your mind," she said, realising he was "reenacting" from Scream 3 and The Shining.
"Hah hah hah. He he he."
He was now being Jason's mother from Friday the 13th.
"Stop right now Fred."
"Okay!" he said before he tackled his toweled girlfriend onto her bed.
He was tickling her, like that time when Harry and Ginny caught them, and when they first started "going out."
Hermione was laughing hysterically and Fred was smiling from ear to ear. And then, that bloody bird had to interrupt their fun.
Thunk.
They heard it. It originated from the bedroom window.
Fred got up. "I'll get it."
And get it he did. It was a Gipermelon, Molly and Arthur's owl. And with Gipermelon, there was a letter. Addressed to Mr. Fred Weasley and Ms. Hermione Granger.
Dear Fred and Hermione, it said.
Dears, you must come to dinner tonight. Charlie, Nadalyna and Ceallach will be retuning to Romania tomorrow, so we have to wish them a safe farewell.
Your father and I will expect you around seven. Dinner will be around quarter of eight, so make sure you bringhordourves. Can't wait to see you both again!
Love,
Mum and Dad
Molly and Arthur
"Merlin, my mum is crazy wonderful," Fred said.
"That she is. She just loves you all too much."
"Not to mention you!"
"Come on Fred, go home and get ready, it's nearly six and you still need to make the hor'dourves. I'll finish getting ready here, at my flat to avoid being seduced by you. And I'll be preparing myself to tell your parents the truth."
"What!? We're doing that today!?"
"Yes. It's as good a time as any."
"Well, I, uh, er, wasn't thinking we'd do that today."
"Oh, but we are. Just to get it over with," Hermione said as she walked in to her own walk-in closet. "Which do you think I should wear: my black dress or my red one?"
"Red," Fred answered automatically.
"Alright. Go back to your flat and get ready. I'll be there in half an hour."
Hermione, dressed in her re dress, gave Fred a kiss before leaving him alone in her room.
"Oh dear," Fred said before Apparating back to his flat.
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Hermione arrived at Fred's flat at exactly 6:30 pm. He was busy in his kitchen making hor'dourves.
Hermione quietly walked up behind Fred, who was busy cooking something amazing.
"Whatcha doing?" Hermione asked, wrapping her arms around Fred's waist.
"Oh, hello love. I'm making crab cakes and artichoke dip."
"Ooh, sounds tasty."
"It should be. And Dad'll be excited; he loves my crab cakes even more than Mum's."
"That is a feat, isn't it?" Hermione asked, kissing Fred's cheek.
"It certainly is."
Hermione watched him finish up the hor'dourves at his kitchen table, thinking about nothing, thinking about everything.
"Alright, I'm done," Fred said.
And then they left for the Burrow.
Now, they were both very nervous; they were going to tell the Weasley family that they lied, and then tell them that they were really a couple now.
So, Fred and Hermione met with all the Weasleys, bearing gifts (which everyone thought were delicious). They realised, however, this large party of happy Weasleys would soon be very disappointed.
Molly rang the dinner bell at exactly 7:45 pm. The Weasley clan rushed to the food.
"Now, all that's needed to be said for this dinner is that we wish you, Charlie, Nadia, and Cea a safe journey back to Romania," Arthur said.
"So, tuck in!" Molly said.
"Wait!" Fred and Hermione said, getting up.
Every Weasley's head snapped in the general direction of Fred and Hermione.
"Hermione, Fred, we're hungry, why are you standing up?" Ron whined. Margaret patted his arm affectionately and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"It's alright, Ron, it's only a few minutes."
Ron sighed. "Go ahead."
"Well, um, we uh, we uh –" Fred tried to say.
"We lied to you all," Hermione said, very ashamed.
The only response was silence. That is, until Ginny spoke up.
"What is it that you "lied" about?" she asked, laughing a little. I mean, it was Hermione.
"FredandIweren'treallydatinguntilyesterday," Hermione mumbled.
"Hmm…what was that Hermione?" Molly asked.
Fred answered for Hermione. "You see Mum, I – we – lied to you about dating. We weren't really dating a week ago. We haven't been dating for nearly three and a half months. We technically only started dating yesterday."
Everyone, everyone, started laughing.
"Good one Fred! How'd you manage to get Hermione in on this joke?" Bill asked.
"No Bill, we're serious," Hermione said indignantly.
"You can't be serious," Harry said.
"We are," Fred said.
"Hermione would've never gotten caught in a joke like this," George said thoughtfully.
"But…this is over my head," Charlie said.
"But vhy vould you lie?" Fleur asked.
"So I wouldn't be embarrassed," Fred mumbled.
"Hmm? Didn't hear that Fred," Ginny said.
"So I wouldn't be embarrassed!" Fred cried.
"Fred, embarrassed?" was what started being murmured.
"Fred, Hermione, would you care to explain the whole predicament to us, considering we're all lost?" Molly asked.
"This might take a while," Hermione said.
"We've got all night," Arthur said.
"No we don't," Percy added.
"Percy! Shut up!" came the collective reply.
Oh dear, Hermione and Fred thought.
AN: The end of the chapter! Sorry it took me longer to write than I expected! But now it's here! Yay!
The fabulous quote:
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
-- Robert Frost
Oh, and at the very beginning of the chapter, Bert says "Very nice. Very nice." Think Borat, y'all.