A Sunday Kind of Love

by Sexidebater

This is dedicated to a person named Marie in the "Fremione Fanfics" group that I am in! They had a plunny about a music box that had Hermione's favorite song, Hermione loses it, and only Fred knows about it. I won't give the plot away, but expect cuteness. IDK if this will be tragedy of HEA, we'll see... And of course, credit to the late but still great, Etta James for song inspo!

10. Chapter 10

*AN*
YAY! The final chapter!

The rest of the battle flew by, and soon, Hermione was standing next to Harry as they stared at the body of Voldemort lying in the courtyard. He was as mortal as they, and he had died just like a mortal.

Harry hugged Hermione, exhausted but relieved.

They parted a few seconds later.

"Go," he said, "Fred needs you more."

Hermione complied and rushed back to the Grand Hall where Fred was surprisingly awake and sitting up with support from George.

Hermione screamed as she rushed into his arms.
"We won! We won! We won!" She sobbed into his chest, overwhelmed with emotion.

Fred groaned as she crashed into him but his arms went around her body and he kissed the top of her head.

"I'm so glad. Now, 'Mione." Fred said, seriousness in his voice.

Hermione looked at him, "Yes?"

"I don't have a ring, and it's kinda hard for me to get down on one knee right now, but will you marry me?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes! Yes! A million times yes!"

They decided to have a long engagement, with the repairs from after the war mounting on them.
Hermione decided to return to Hogwarts to finish her final year before entering the working world.

Love letters between the two of them flowed like Shakespearean sonnets.

Hermione kept every single one of them in a box under her bed.

Fred knew how to be romantic when he wanted.

Finally, the day that the majority of the wizarding world and Fleur had been waiting for arrived.

Hermione had donned a simple gown from a wedding store in muggle london, and Fred only wore a suit, no dress robes.

It was a small, casual affair.

The only person allowed with a camera was Dennis Creevy, who had picked up his late brother's hobby of photographing.

A large sign with Rita Skeeter's face on it stood outside the Weasley's garden.

After the ceremony, the dancing was kicked off with their favorite song.

Hermione swayed in Fred's arms as they danced to the crooning of Etta James.

I want a Sunday kind of love

A love to last past Saturday night

And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight

And I want a Sunday kind of love

Oh yea yea

I want a a love that's on the square

Can't seem to find somebody

Someone to care

And I'm on a lonely road that leads to no where

I need a Sunday kind of love

I do my Sunday dreaming, oh yea

And all my Sunday scheming

Every minute, every hour, every day

Oh I'm hoping to discover

A certain kind of lover

Who will show me the way

And my arms need someone

Someone to enfold

To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold

Love for all my life to have and to hold

Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love

Oh yea yea yea

I don't want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, Friday or Saturday

Oh nothing but Sunday oh yea

I want a Sunday Sunday

I want a Sunday kind of love

Oh yea

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday kind of love

All was well, and all was right in their world.

At last, they had their Sunday Kind of Love.

*AN*
AND WITH THAT...

WE IS DONE BAY-BAY

Short, sweet, and wrapped up nicely with a bow!
XoXoXo