Chapter Thirty Seven

Date

he wasn't fidgeting. That would be childish and immature. He was nearly twenty five. He co owned a successful business. He had a Harley. He shouldn't be nervous.

Fred Weasley was standing outside the dress shop. He was early. Which was rediculous. He was never early for a date. Except for this one apparently. He ran a hand through his hair and tried not to look at the door.

"Ready stud?"

He turned and his breath caught. They had decided not to dress up too much. Fred was wearing a light blue tee shirt and black bomber jacket. Amanda's long hair was free and she was wearing jeans with a white and green top. The effect was breath taking.

He grinned an easy grin and bowed before presenting the bike.

Amanda looked over it admiringly. "Looks like an original."

He felt his grin widen and stepped onto it. "It is." He held out a hand to help her on.

"I wouldn't think you the type to spend money friviolously."

"I'm not." he replied as she put her hands on his shoulders. "I'm borrowing it from a friend."

"He must be quite well off."

"He is." Fred remembered how after the war Sirius had almost single handedly financed his and George's business as they got back on their feet. "But what makes you think that?"

Amanda smiled. "Because she's purring."

Fred grinned and gunned the motor. They took off at a reasonable pace, not break neck, but enough to ruffle their hair.

"Fred?"

"Yah huh?"

"Are you humming Little Ducce Coupe?"

He grinned. "Maybe."

"I didn't know any one else on this side of the ocean knew Beach boys."

"We Brits can surprise you."

"Um, shouldn't we be wearing helmets?"

He looked over his shoulder at her. "Don't worry. I won't let you fall."

They had reservations for two at La Bella Dame, a charming French resturant that wasn't quite coat and tie so the two were quite comforatble. Fleur had recomended it so Fred knew it was good.

They procured a seat by the back.

"So, What's our story?" Fred asked after they had ordered.

"Pardon?"

"You, me, our story. How we first met, when we started dating. Et cetera."

She smiled and a slight blush rushed to her cheeks.

"Um, ok. We met at a Led Zepplin concert..."

"Led Zepplin? He still does concerts?"

Amanda laughed at his expression. "Yeah, if you're a good little boy I may take you to one."

"Ok, How bout, we were jamming to Stairway to heavan and I bumped into you."

"We apologized and started laughing."

"Why were we laughing?"

"We were drunk."

"Do you want your parents to like me? Because that's not really the vibe I'm getting."

She laughed. "Ok. Guess I've dated so many bad boys that dating a good guy is a little weird."

"Why so many bad boys?"

She shrugged. "Kinda a rebellion thing, like not going into the family trade."

Fred decided to leave that for another day. "So how bout I said something like too bad the drummer's straight."

Amanda frowned. "Why's that too bad?"

"Because he ish devine!" Fred lisped with a flick of the hand.

Amanda laughed. "Allright, that they'll buy."

"Hmm, so aside from laughing, what happened next?"

Amanda looked up at him. She felt something deep inside click and she suddenly didn't want to lie.

"A few weeks later you came into our shop with your sister. I remembered you and decided it'd be nice to have a date."

He smiled at her. "I remembered the way you laughed and agreed."

"The rest is history."

Fred reached out and touched her hand. "Then let's start some of that history."

(A/N: Awww! how cute! Fan art by Avery McAire for this chapter. She doesn't have it up right now, but go to Averymcaire .deviantart . com and it will be called On The Bike.

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