Authors Note: Well.it has been a LONG time since I last updated. I have
been really busy this week. Prom was last Saturday, so I was busy all day
Saturday. I went to the movies on Sunday, and all week I've been working
on an art project that was supposed to be due today. So, after a week of
not updating, here is a new chapter.
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Previously in Love in Hiding: As they were walking down the stairs to the bank, a loud explosion-like sound came from the center of Diagon Alley. A large cloud of black smoke filled the air for a moment. When it had blown away, a group of witches and wizards all dressed in black was seen.
"Deatheaters," Hermione whispered, starting at the group, her eyes wide.
"This way," Fred pulled Hermione off to the side, intent on going to an alley off Diagon where they could apparate. When he turned, he saw a witch, dressed completely in black, her wand raised and pointing at Hermione.
Chapter Three.
Hermione froze, her hand still sheathed in Fred's. Fred glanced at her, then the witch in front of them, who seemed to be ignoring him, only looking at Hermione.
"Well, Miss Granger, we meet at last," she smiled. Hermione grimaced. Her teeth were yellow and decaying, and she was standing so close that Hermione could smell the repulsive aroma of her breath. "Marjorie Gibbs," she smiled. "Lord Voldemort has been trying to acquire you for a very long time," she continued.
"Is that so?" Hermione snapped out of her daze. "Why is that?"
"Well, you're friends with Harry Potter," she remarked as if Hermione were brainless.
"I am?" Hermione remarked. "And why is Lord Voldemort fascinated in me?" Hermione held her head high, squeezing Fred's hand tightly in her own.
"You are very daring, child," Marjorie remarked. "To say his Lord's name out loud without fear."
"Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself," Hermione repeated the words that she'd said to Draco's father back in their 2nd year at Hogwarts.
"Ah, always the student," Marjorie remarked. "You have much in common with his Lord."
"I have nothing in common with your Master," Hermione spat, dropping Fred's hand and crossing her arms.
"You don't?" Marjorie threw back her head and cackled stridently. "Why, my dear, you and his Lord are two of a kind."
"She's nothing like him," Fred said evenly.
"And you," Marjorie sneered. "You're nothing but a traitor. Associating with a muggle-born. You're a pure blood, Weasley. You shouldn't be-"
"Your Lord is half-muggle," Hermione remarked. "While he may have turned against his muggle roots, they're still there. He isn't a pure blood. I'm astonished that someone so biased is even associated with a charlatan such as Voldemort," Hermione continued, smiling smartly.
"You have a lot of nerve-"
"No, you do," Hermione whipped out her wand. "You think you can just harass me and my friend?" she pointed her wand at the witch in front of her. Hermione muttered a few choice words under her breath and a moment later, the witch was floating in the air, then zooming headfirst into the sky like a rocket before plunging back down into a mud puddle, evaporating.
"Wow," Fred remarked.
"Let's go," Hermione remarked, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the apparating point.
~*~
"Are you okay?" Fred stood outside her bedroom door. The door was open.
"I'm." Hermione looked up from her book. Hogwarts: a History was her comfort book. "No, I'm not." Fred walked into the room and sat next to her on the edge of her bed. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"No one expects you to be okay," he remarked delicately. "I mean, you were nearly killed by a group of death eaters," he tightened his arm around her slightly.
"Oh Fred," the tears that Hermione had been holding in came out in a surge of hot tears. Feeling awkward, Fred pulled Hermione onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her and letting her cry against his shoulder.
"It's going to be okay," Fred remarked, rubbing her back relaxingly. "I promise."
"How do you know?" a tearful Hermione wondered.
"Because, I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
"When did you become so bold?" Hermione looked at him, smiling slightly.
"Hey!" Fred objected. "I was in Gryffindor, too! You're not the only daring one!" Hermione laughed lightly at him.
"I know," she remarked. It was at that moment that she realized she was sitting on Fred's lap. Somehow she'd ended up straddling him, one leg on each side of him. She sat up a little straighter and looked into Fred's eyes. His eyes lowered to her mouth as she licked her lips. His head started getting closer.
Hermione knew he was going to kiss her. Closing her eyes, she waited for the imminent kiss.
~*~
Fred looked at Hermione. She was stunning- even tear-streaked and puffy. Her eyes were closed and Fred had to restrain himself from kissing her. He couldn't- she was his brother's fiancée.
"You'll be okay?" he looked at the wall behind her. Hermione's eyes snapped open hastily. She frowned at him and shook her head as she pushed herself off of his lap.
"I'll be fine," Hermione remarked. "Thanks for.everything."
"It's not a problem," Fred stood up and walked toward the door. "If you need anything, I'm right next door." Hermione nodded. "Goodnight, Hermione."
"Goodnight," she garbled in return.
Hermione frowned after Fred left the room. The one thing she needed she shouldn't want from Fred. Not when she was marrying Ron.
~*~
Fred closed the door to his bedroom, leaning back against the chilly wood.
"Bloody hell," he muttered. "What've I gotten myself into?"
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Previously in Love in Hiding: As they were walking down the stairs to the bank, a loud explosion-like sound came from the center of Diagon Alley. A large cloud of black smoke filled the air for a moment. When it had blown away, a group of witches and wizards all dressed in black was seen.
"Deatheaters," Hermione whispered, starting at the group, her eyes wide.
"This way," Fred pulled Hermione off to the side, intent on going to an alley off Diagon where they could apparate. When he turned, he saw a witch, dressed completely in black, her wand raised and pointing at Hermione.
Chapter Three.
Hermione froze, her hand still sheathed in Fred's. Fred glanced at her, then the witch in front of them, who seemed to be ignoring him, only looking at Hermione.
"Well, Miss Granger, we meet at last," she smiled. Hermione grimaced. Her teeth were yellow and decaying, and she was standing so close that Hermione could smell the repulsive aroma of her breath. "Marjorie Gibbs," she smiled. "Lord Voldemort has been trying to acquire you for a very long time," she continued.
"Is that so?" Hermione snapped out of her daze. "Why is that?"
"Well, you're friends with Harry Potter," she remarked as if Hermione were brainless.
"I am?" Hermione remarked. "And why is Lord Voldemort fascinated in me?" Hermione held her head high, squeezing Fred's hand tightly in her own.
"You are very daring, child," Marjorie remarked. "To say his Lord's name out loud without fear."
"Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself," Hermione repeated the words that she'd said to Draco's father back in their 2nd year at Hogwarts.
"Ah, always the student," Marjorie remarked. "You have much in common with his Lord."
"I have nothing in common with your Master," Hermione spat, dropping Fred's hand and crossing her arms.
"You don't?" Marjorie threw back her head and cackled stridently. "Why, my dear, you and his Lord are two of a kind."
"She's nothing like him," Fred said evenly.
"And you," Marjorie sneered. "You're nothing but a traitor. Associating with a muggle-born. You're a pure blood, Weasley. You shouldn't be-"
"Your Lord is half-muggle," Hermione remarked. "While he may have turned against his muggle roots, they're still there. He isn't a pure blood. I'm astonished that someone so biased is even associated with a charlatan such as Voldemort," Hermione continued, smiling smartly.
"You have a lot of nerve-"
"No, you do," Hermione whipped out her wand. "You think you can just harass me and my friend?" she pointed her wand at the witch in front of her. Hermione muttered a few choice words under her breath and a moment later, the witch was floating in the air, then zooming headfirst into the sky like a rocket before plunging back down into a mud puddle, evaporating.
"Wow," Fred remarked.
"Let's go," Hermione remarked, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the apparating point.
~*~
"Are you okay?" Fred stood outside her bedroom door. The door was open.
"I'm." Hermione looked up from her book. Hogwarts: a History was her comfort book. "No, I'm not." Fred walked into the room and sat next to her on the edge of her bed. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"No one expects you to be okay," he remarked delicately. "I mean, you were nearly killed by a group of death eaters," he tightened his arm around her slightly.
"Oh Fred," the tears that Hermione had been holding in came out in a surge of hot tears. Feeling awkward, Fred pulled Hermione onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her and letting her cry against his shoulder.
"It's going to be okay," Fred remarked, rubbing her back relaxingly. "I promise."
"How do you know?" a tearful Hermione wondered.
"Because, I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
"When did you become so bold?" Hermione looked at him, smiling slightly.
"Hey!" Fred objected. "I was in Gryffindor, too! You're not the only daring one!" Hermione laughed lightly at him.
"I know," she remarked. It was at that moment that she realized she was sitting on Fred's lap. Somehow she'd ended up straddling him, one leg on each side of him. She sat up a little straighter and looked into Fred's eyes. His eyes lowered to her mouth as she licked her lips. His head started getting closer.
Hermione knew he was going to kiss her. Closing her eyes, she waited for the imminent kiss.
~*~
Fred looked at Hermione. She was stunning- even tear-streaked and puffy. Her eyes were closed and Fred had to restrain himself from kissing her. He couldn't- she was his brother's fiancée.
"You'll be okay?" he looked at the wall behind her. Hermione's eyes snapped open hastily. She frowned at him and shook her head as she pushed herself off of his lap.
"I'll be fine," Hermione remarked. "Thanks for.everything."
"It's not a problem," Fred stood up and walked toward the door. "If you need anything, I'm right next door." Hermione nodded. "Goodnight, Hermione."
"Goodnight," she garbled in return.
Hermione frowned after Fred left the room. The one thing she needed she shouldn't want from Fred. Not when she was marrying Ron.
~*~
Fred closed the door to his bedroom, leaning back against the chilly wood.
"Bloody hell," he muttered. "What've I gotten myself into?"
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