Pseudo Cinderella and the Slytherin Prince

Chapter: 12 An Odd Pair

Hermione's POV

When all six of us were finally gathered at the Weasleys' fireplace, Mrs. Weasley informed us that, since the family is a bit low on floo powder, we'd have to go through at a time. There were of course, assumed pairings in everyone's minds. For example, Mrs. Weasley assumed the twins would go together, bring twins, and Ginny and I would go together, being girls.

"Alright, I'll go first. Come along, Ronald." But when Ron figured this out, he was needless to say a bit shocked.

"What? But Mum, I – "

"You are going to come with me. Now, you grab some floo powder – just a pinch! Alright. See you all in a moment!" And with that, Ron threw down the powder and both he and his mother shouted, at the same time, "NUMBER TWELVE, GRIMAULD PLACE!" And then the usual, they were whisked off in a whirl of flame.

"Alright, who's next then?" When George asked this, I stepped into the fireplace, and Ginny alongside me. Only I was pushed out of the way by her brother.

"Sorry George," is all Fred said as he pushed his twin brother into the fireplace with Ginny. What exactly was Fred trying to pull?

I can't figure it out, even as I replay it in my head as watch Ginny and George leave.

"Well, now that they're gone…" Now that they're gone, what, Twinny? "I have something to tell you, 'Mione." Oh shit. What's happening? Well, whatever it is, it can't be good since I've just cussed again.

"What, Fred?" I try my best to keep my tone confident, even though my brains are rattling inside my skull right now.

"Well, I…" He lets out a sigh, and a seemingly decisive one at that. "What I have to tell you is… you – you're beautiful." HUH? WHAT THE HELL? DID A WEASLEY JUST TELL ME I'M BEAUTIFUL!

"I'm – excuse me? What are you playing at, Fred?" On second thought, I don't think I really want to know. Actually, I'm downright TERRIFIED to know.

"You really want to know what I'm playing at?" Um, I did. Until you got the smile on your face… He takes a step towards me, and I step back, but he catches my waste – gently, mind you – and lays a gentle kiss on my lips. Just a small one; no tongue or anything. He's not like… Malfoy…

"That was what I was playing at, Hermione." And I'm supposed to say what to that? "Don't be mad at me or anything! I just… it was something I had to do."

"'Something you had to do'?" Like you 'had' to stare down my dress before? You and your brothers. Not to mention practically every Slytherin male. Not that I'm thinking about anything.

"Yeah. I mean, if you don't want to act on it, then you don't have to." Why are you being all non-challant about everything? I'm pretty sure your mother would throw a fit if she saw you sitting on that table. And what do you mean by I don't have to act on it?

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you don't have to act on anything. But I can't say that I won't be forced to try." And with that, he leaps off the table and heads toward the fireplace. I have no choice but to follow him. I stare at him in confusion and curiosity as he throws down the black powder.

"NUMBER TWELVE, GRIMAULD PLACE!" And step on it.

A little bonus for you. It's a bit short, but I didn't want to include in the next chapter cuz it would just be overload. By the way, the next few chapters will most likely be all Hermione's POV, but I'll get back into Draco's after I include some more details abuot Mione's predicament. Hope you liked! I'll try to update ASAP!

Sincerely, I;I