Hermione sighed in despair as the drunken wizard beside her wrapped his arm around her in an overly familiar way that made her feel undeniably uncomfortable. Why did she always seem to attract attention from the wrong sort of man, Hermione thought to herself, grimacing as the man holding her brought his head down close to hers, his lips parted to reveal crooked yellow teeth and the stench of tobacco as he breathed into her face.
"How about I show you a good time, Miss Granger," the wizard whispered to her his eyes running along her form greedily, Hermione felt a shiver of displeasure go through her at the suggestion and the wizard smirked.
"No thank you, please unhand me," she told the man firmly struggling in his grip.
"That's not nice sweetheart, "he whispered hoarsely, his lips puckered as he lent in to kiss her. Hermione blanched, turning her head away, her eyes closed, willing her magic to work and blast the creep away from her. Why had she left her bag with her wand in at the table with her friends? Why did the toilets at Blaise and Draco's new bar; The Flaming Dragon, have to be down a deserted corridor, far away from those dancing to the latest Wizard Sisters track.
"GET OFF ME," she shouted angrily, struggling more to free herself.
"Just one kiss, always wanted to kiss you," he told her firmly, one grubby hand pulling her face towards his.
"Aguamenti" a familiar voice called angrily, the man before her spluttered against the stream of water that was directed towards his face.
"What the fuck was that for," the heinous man groaned, letting go of Hermione so he could wipe his face.
"Hermione are you okay," the voice asked, a firm hand pulling her into a warm chest, the soothing scent of pine, spearmint and gunpowder assaulting her senses.
"I'm fine Freddie," she whispered, rubbing the fingers of her left hand along her right arm where she was certain she'd have finger marks come morning.
"Me and the girl were just getting acquainted," the man slurred glaring at Fred.
"I suggest you leave now, or you will be more than just wet," Fred replied harshly.
"What's she to you anyway, papers say she's single," the man told Fred, acting as though Hermione wasn't there.
"She isn't singe, she's my girlfriend," Fred replied seriously, his voice hard, Hermione felt butterflies rise in her stomach at his claim, her body shivering in delight. If only it was true, she thought sadly, the pleasurable feeling dissipating as fast as it had come.
"Don't believe it," the man growled at them.
"Really, if she wasn't my girlfriend would she allow me to do this," Fred told the man, Hermione looked up at Fred unsure of what he was about to do. Fred smiled down at her so tenderly, Hermione felt her heart stop. Fred's hand creased her cheek and then his lips were on hers, moulded so perfectly together it was like they were sculptured for one another. Unwittingly a small moan escaped her lips and then Fred's tongue was inside her mouth, gliding against hers as he tasted her. Hermione moaned again, her back arching, her breasts pressed against his firm chest. Fred groaned into her mouth and Hermione felt him harden against her hip, reluctantly she pulled away from him, panting, her eyes wide as she stared deep into his hazel irises, noting for the first time the flecks of green and gold within their depths. Fred stared at her as though she was the answer to all life's problems, his pupils dilated with desire. Hermione rubbed her thighs together, her panties damp with her own need for the redheaded man before her.
"Fine you are fucking dating her," the man slurred at Fred.
"I am and if you don't leave right now, I promise you won't like the consequences. I can be very wrathful when people harm those that I care about, those that are Mine. People see me as just a harmless prankster, but I assure you I'm much more. I didn't survive the war pranking, I invented dangerous spells that left seasoned Death Eaters crying for mercy, begging to be put out of their misery. If you ever lay a finger on Hermione again I will use every one of those spells on you, you will be begging for death by the time I am bored and hand you over to Auror Potter who might I remind you considers Hermione to be his sister," Fred spoke so coldly, so menacingly that Hermione was certain the temperature had dropped a few degrees in the small corridor.
"I won't ever touch her again, sorry Miss Granger," the man spoke, his voice quivering as he pulled out his wand and spun, disappearing into the air with a loud crack.
"Made spells that left seasoned Death Eaters cry for mercy," She asked him with a laugh.
"I might have fibbed a little," Fred admitted quietly.
"Thank you for coming when you did, I left my wand at the table," she told him quietly.
"You were taking a while, so I wanted to make sure you were okay," he told her, reaching out to rub his hand over the red marks on her right arm, the gentle warmth of a healing charm soothing her pale flesh.
"You always seem to come to my rescue," she told him quietly, resting her hand atop of his where it still lay against her arm.
"That's what friends are for, besides you saved me first, wouldn't be here if you hadn't pushed me away from that falling wall," he told her running a hand nervously through his red hair.
"Is that all we are Freddie, just friends," she asked him quietly, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Well yeah, aren't we friend's," he asked his voice unsure.
"What if I want to be more than friend's," she asked quietly, stepping closer to the tall wizard. Fred gulped, staring at her wide eyed.
"I said that you were my girlfriend so that wizard would leave you alone," he told her quietly.
"So, you don't find me attractive, I imagined your erection digging into my hip as you snogged me," she asked him seriously.
"Of course, I find you bloody attractive, you are the most beautiful person I've ever met," he confessed.
"Then date me," she asked quietly.
"What about Ron," Fred whispered, his hand caressing her cheek once more.
"Ron and I shared one kiss in the heat of the Final Battle, he won't care, we agreed our relationship was better been completely platonic," she whispered against his lips.
"Want to be my girlfriend," he whispered just as quietly.
"I thought you'd never ask," she breathed, their lips connecting in a kiss much sweeter than the one they'd shared before.
"Let's get out of here," Fred told her when they broke up for air, Hermione nodded her head in agreement. Hand clasped together the pair walked through the busy bar to the table where all their friends sat drinking.
"Oi George you you owe me 10 galleons, I told you they'd get together before Christmas," Ron shouted across the table to the one eared twin, gesturing to her and Fred's joined hands.
"You made bets on us," Hermione asked annoyed.
"Of course, we did, you've been eye fucking one another for over a year," Ginny told them joyfully from where she sat in Harry's lap.
"Harry Mate you might want to pick up Andrew Flint, caught him trying to assault Hermione," Fred told the bespectacled wizard. Harry's eyes went to her worriedly along with the others at the table.
"I'm fine, Fred stopped him before anything could happen," she told them quietly.
"I'll throw the book at him," Harry told her seriously.
"I'm sure you will," she told him leaning forward to ruffle his hair affectionately as she grabbed her small black handbag from the table beside him.
"We're going to get out of here, I'll see you guys at the Burrow for lunch tomorrow she told the table at large as she relinked her hand with Fred's. Their friends whooped and whistled as Hermione pulled her new boyfriend across the bar and out into the cobbled street of Diagon Alley.
"Where are we going," Fred asked her is breath coming out as white fog in the cold December air.
"To your flat, as Ginny said I've been eye fucking you for over a year, I'd really like to do it for real," she told him as she pulled him down the street towards Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
"So long as I can take you on a date tomorrow," he told her quietly.
"What to the compulsory family Sunday Lunch," she asked as they reached the doorstep of number 93.
"How about a breakfast date then, we can go for coffee and pastries in a little park I Know," he whispered as he leaned down and captured her lips once more, he back pressed against the purple door of his shop.
"That sounds perfect," she moaned as Fred lifted her into his arms, carrying her across the threshold of of the store and straight up the stairs to his flat above. They never did make it to breakfast or to the Weasley family Sunday lunch, instead they spent the full weekend in Fred's bedroom, languidly exploring each other's bodies as they engaged in the best sex of their lives. When they eventually left Fred's room on Monday morning, he took her to an adorable patisserie where they dined on the sweetish Danish pastries Hermione had ever tasted. Together they had sat on a bench in a small park eating their breakfast as they watched ducks swim in a shallow pond. It was the perfect first date, the first of many in fact as the couple spent the rest of their lives together, content and in love with a large family of their own.
The End.