Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor am I making money off of this. I'm just playing with it
A/N: Hey! Sorry it's been a while, writer's block (no fun)...Well here it is.
35.
My baby is a 10. We dressing to the 9. He pick me up, we 8. Make me feel so lucky 7. He kiss me in his 6. We be making love in 5. Still the one I do this 4. I'm trying to make us 3. From that 2. He still the 1. ~ Beyoncé
Hermione was in Madam Malkin's with Ginny trying to find the perfect dress for her and Fred's date. Hermione couldn't remember when they had a date together to rekindle their flame they had when they got married. She and Ginny have gone through what feels like a thousand dresses, all different styles. They were down to three favorites, a black, strapless, sweetheart neckline that stopped just before her knees that was a tight fit but it made her curves look good; a blood red, spaghetti strapped dress that came to her mid-thigh; and a plum strapless dress with a straight neckline but showed a fair amount of cleavage and made her pale, porcelain skin look creamy.
"I just don't know Gin!" Hermione said as she looked at her backside reflection in the black dress.
"Well, the black one shows off all of your curves, the red one looks pretty, and the plum one looks so beautiful on you." Ginny said, trying to help her best girl friend.
"Thanks. But, which one would Fred love?" Hermione asked, putting her regular clothes and looked at the three dresses on her hangers.
"He would love…" Ginny started and stood up from where she was perched and went over to look at the dresses. It only took a few seconds for her to choose…
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Hermione made it back to the Cottage around dusk, having her dress on, makeup, her hair in a nice bun, and heels on to match her dress. She chose – with Ginny's help of course – the plum colored dress and matching strapped heeled shoes. She opened the front door to find it dimly lit. Hermione entered the Cottage further, closed the door, and saw Fred standing beside the dining table that was moved into the living den. The table had a white tablecloth on it with plates, silverware, and napkins already set up and there was a crystal vase with a single red rose in the middle of the table. Fred was in a white dress shirt, a black tie, black trousers, and had on a pair of dress shoes.
"Hey love." Fred said, smiling that lop-sided grin that makes Hermione's knees weak and makes her insides melt.
"Hey yourself." She said and walked over to where he was standing and wrapped her hands around his neck. Fred rested his hands on her lower back just above her butt and pulled her closer.
"Ready for our date." Fred said with a burning desire in his eyes. Hermione meekly nodded because Fred's held her eyes. Hermione broke the intense stare and sat down at the table across from Fred's seat. Fred had cooked a meal of roast beef, mashed potatoes, cooked carrots, steamed broccoli with cheese, and buttered rolls and they had sparkling apple juice to drink. They made small talk during their dinner and once they finished, chocolate cake levitated out to them. They ate the dessert in a comfortable silence, thinking to themselves.
"So, what next on our agenda?" Hermione asked, wiping her mouth. Fred just smiled his famous smile, stood up, took Hermione's hand, and led her to their bedroom. Once Fred opened the bedroom door, Hermione gasped at the view. There were lit candles everywhere and rose petals all over the bed, bedding, and floor.
"Go ahead and get undressed and lay face down on the bed." Fred said and left the room. Hermione was blushing from head to toe as she undressed and climbed on the bed. She pulled a loose sheet over her bottom and tucked her arms under her chin and waited for Fred. Hermione heard him close the door and heard him shuffle stuff around.
"You ready?" he asked and Hermione nodded her head yes. She then felt Fred's hands on her shoulders and began massaging her. Hermione let out a soft moan as Fred massaged all of her stress out of her body. After twenty minutes, he told her to roll over and he began massaging her face, arms, and finally legs. After another twenty minutes, Fred crawled in bed with Hermione and finished the date…
A/N: Sorry it's so short:( And yes, I love Beyoncé! Review