Discalimer : Characters not mine! :-(

A/N There's a few quotes that are from the movie. I got them off a website. In this chapter Mr. Weasley is out of character..he's more like Noah's dad. Special thanks at bottom along with another A/N. So yeah that's all I needed to say. Here's the next chapter!

Chapter 3 : Getting to know You

Time seemed to fly by as days turned into weeks. They didn't agree on much, in fact they rarely agreed on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other everyday... ( Hermione and Fred fighting ) Fred : "Don't push me!" And Hermione pushed him. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common, they were crazy about each other.

It was a gorgeous bright day with a nice calm breeze. Harry, Ron, Ginny, George, and Fred were in a small lake near Hermione's house yelling at her, who was out of the water, gripping a rope rather tightly that was tied to a nearby tree. She was wearing a somewhat nervous expression that she was trying to hide.

"Get in the water," said Fred pointing his hand towards the water as he said so.

"No! I'm scared."

"Get in the water woman! GET IN THE WATER!"

I looked at him with an amused but puzzled expression.

"I'm sorry baby, please just get in,"

I hesitated a bit, but when everyone started yelling at me again I decided that I had no choice. Closing my eyes shut, I jumped in screaming.

Later that night

Hermione decided to ride her bike over to the Weasleys and to her surprise, she found Fred and Mr. Weasley were on the porch, and Fred was reciting a poem. A couple seconds later, Mr. Weasley noticed her arrival.

"Well, hello Hermione nice to see you as always."

"Um, I just came by to give you this." she handed him a beautiful painting of the lake her and everybody else had been to earlier that day. Painting was her passion.

"Now that's a good painting, that is," said Mr. Weasley impressed.

"That was one of my favorite poems you were just reading," I said, turning in Fred's direction.

Before Fred could reply his dad added, "Well, didn't he tell you? When he was a little boy he used to have a stuttering problem and..."

"Dad! Uh..I stammered a bit, that's all," Fred said unconvincingly.

"Stammered, stuttered...what's the difference? You couldn't understand a damn thing he said."

I started laughing.

"Anyway I got him to read some poetry aloud and pretty soon his stuttering went away." As Mr. Weasley said this, Fred rolled his eyes to try and disguise his embarrassment.

"Well, that's a good thing that poetry," I said smiling.

"I suppose it is. Say, how would you like some breakfast?"

"Breakfast?" I said a little startled by Mr. Wealsey's question.

"Yeah."

"Dad, it's ten o'clock," Fred said, looking at his dad amused.

"Well, what's that got to do with it? You can have pancakes any damn time of the night you want! Come on in, you want some breakfast?"

"Sure!" I said laughing. Mr. Weasley was such a friendly guy.

Fred drove me home that night and before I went to go in, we decided to have a little fun first.

"I...really have...to...go," I said for the third time inbetween his quick kisses.

"Okay," he said still kissing me.

"No really, I have to go," I said as I pulled away from him and got out of his car smiling, "Bye"

Before he had a chance to reply I ran across my yard and up the steps. I was about 10 minutes late.

"Hello pumpkin."

I screamed and ran into my door. And turned to my right and saw my dad sitting in a chair on the porch smoking his pipe.

"Dad you scared me half to death! I didn't see you there," I felt a feeling of panic. How long had he been there? Did he see me and Fred?

"Tomorrow I'm having a party and friends from work will be coming. Your mother and I discussed it over and we thought that it would be good to finally meet Fred if he were to come."

"Um..right of course. I'll ask him tomorrow morning." My feeling of panic increased, I really didn't want to even begin to imagine what my parents would think of Fred.

Tomorrow afternoon at the party

Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and lunch, except for maybe Fred who looked a bit nervous, but he had every right to be. My father was a tough man to impress. He had just finished telling his joke. Everyone laughed, I just smiled. I had heard the joke so many times, he tells it at least once at all of his parties.

"So tell me Fred, what kind of work do you do?" asked my father's best friend Harold. Everybody's head turned in Fred's direction. All of my dad's friends judged people by how much money you had or made. The more you had the better the person you were, which isn't always true. They all reminded me of the Malfoys.

"Right now I'm actually unemployed. I quit my job right before the summer started. I didn't get along well with my boss," he said somewhat calmly.

"Oh I see," was all Harold said and tried to give a polite smile, but his eyes were cold.

Later in the day after the party somewhat died down, Fred and I went down by the lake and talked a bit. I couldn't help but keep apologizing, but after talking some more I loosened up and started talking about random things that I never shared with anyone, but just thought about.

"I want to be a bird Fred. I could just fly away with no worries and not have to think about anything. Maybe I was a bird in another life."

"Or maybe Luna Lovegood has taken over your brain?" asked Fred laughing. He was knee deep in the lake watching me with a small smile on his face.

It was this side of Hermione that Fred like the best : carefree.

"Tell me I'm a bird." This time as she said it, she started flapping her arms and making awful bird noises. She was of course joking around, but Fred seemed to be taking her seriously which made her start laughing in the middle of one of her bird calls.

"Okay! You're a bird," he said covering his ears to tune out her horrible bird calls.

I went up to him and wrapped my arm's around his neck.

"Now say you're a bird."

"If you're a bird, I'm a bird." And with that he pulled me into a passionate kiss. As it started to get heated, he pulled away.

"Do you want to go and take this somewhere more private?" he asked.

"Yes."

As this was all going on they had no idea that they were being watched by her parents.

( The parents POV from when Fred and Hermione had just left the party and were now down by the lake talking. )

"I don't like him," stated Hermione's mom as she watched him from where she was with a glare.

"Neither do I. Unemployed to?! What is she thinking? And by the looks of his clothes very low class. Harold isn't impressed by him either," said Hermione's father.

"And look at the influence he's had on her too!!" she said with wide eyes staring at her daughter while she was flapping her arms and making odd noises. "This is had got to stop and I'll make sure it does..no matter what."

A/N Sorry I haven't updated in a while! I've been catching up with some friends which caused for the delay! Oh! and breakfast for dinner is actually pretty good! Lol I've never had it at 10 o'clock though.

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