A/N: I'm back! I am so sorry that it's taken me so long to update-first I got sick, then I had to deal with the attitude of a particularly hateful new computer. Apology accepted?
Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter. Curses.
The Honeymoon Suite
"Here we are." Fred announced.
"Huh?" Hermione started. She had been in a bit of a daze ever since they had left the temple. She looked up and was very surprised to see that they were in front of the Three Broomsticks.
"What are we doing here?" she asked.
"It's our wedding night." Fred answered simply and pulled her in the door.
"Fred! You never mentioned this plan of yours involving…well…you know." Hermione stammered, feeling the heat creeping up her face.
"What? You mean sex?" he asked.
"Fred!"
He chuckled. "Get your mind out of the gutter. We're not going to do anything." He told her. Then he bent down close to her ear and whispered "Not unless you really want to."
Hermione's mouth dropped open. Fred took this opportunity to walk over to Madam Rosmerta, the innkeeper and request a room for the night.Rosmerta looked over at Hermione and the red flared up again in her face,she knew very well who she and Fred were. They would never be able to keep it a secret this way.
"Let's go." Fred said grabbing her hand and leading her upstairs to room 6. He opened the door and bent in an exaggerated bow. "After you milady."
Hermione glared at him. She went in and then turned to him, her arms folded across her chest.
"What?" he demanded the picture of innocence.
"Madam Rosmerta recognized us. Do you think this was smart?" she asked.
"I think it's the smartest thing we could have done." he answered and flopped down on the bed.
"And how is that?"
"Well,Rosmerta used to keeping the secret of who stays here and what they do. So she's not likely to spread this around. And when it comes out that we are married, we have someone to verify that we spent our wedding night together. It would look a little fishy if I took you straight back to school, wouldn't it?" Fred explained calmly.
Hermione stared at him. It was a brilliant plan.
"Don't look so shocked at my genius." He said dryly.
Hermione sighed. "So how long do we have to stay here?"
Fred pondered this for a second before replying "Until dawn."
"What?!" she shrieked.
"Shh. Calm down. We just have to give the impression that we spent the night together, that's all. I'll have you back in plenty of time for breakfast. Don't worry."
But Hermione was worried. The only guys she had ever spent the night with that she wasn't related to were Ron and Harry. And this was much different. They were completely alone in a room with a bed. A big bed. And they were married.
Fred seemed to know what she was thinking. Concern filled his face as he looked at Hermione. She had an expression of utter terror on her face.
"Hermione, there's no need to be afraid. I told you, I'm not going to try anything. In fact…" Fred hopped up and dropped a pillow on the floor. "You can have the bed all to yourself."
"You don't have to do that." she told him.
"After everything you've done for me, it's the least I can do." With that he pointed his wand at the pillow and said "Engorgio" causing it to grow large enough to accommodate his six foot frame.
Reluctantly, Hermione took off her shoes and pulled the covers down. She turned back to Fred. "You're sure?"
"Positive. Go to sleep."
Hermione lay down and tried to sleep. But it was futile. She was tossing and turning, no way was she going to able to get to sleep.
"Keep it up and you're going to wear a hole in the mattress." Fred muttered form the floor.
"Well I'm sorry, but I can't sleep." She snapped.
Fred grinned. This was the Hermione he was used to, the one he knew how to deal with.
"You know," he said mischievously, "There are ways we can make you tired so you can fall asleep."
"I don't think so!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Fine. Just trying to be a good husband." Fred said, and turned over.
Husband.
The word sank into Hermione's mind. Intellectually she knew that she and Fred were married, but it wasn't until now that she realized he was actually her husband. Hermione smiled. It was almost laughable. Here she was, Head Girl and top of her class married to Fred Weasley, the ultimate embodiment of Peter Pan if ever there was on. She started to giggle.
"What's so funny?" he asked turning back towards her.
"I was just thinking how much you remind me of Peter Pan." She told him
"Who?"
"It's a muggle story. About a boy who flew away to Neverland and never grew up." She explained.
Fred frowned. "Is that how you see me?" he inquired.
"Well, who else would send Harry fake fan mail every day for a month with underwear that sang "I'm Just Wild about Harry?" she asked.
"Well…" he started.
"Or slip Snape, Umbridge, and Filch Canary Creams at the Christmas feast in fifth year."
"But…" he said.
"And then there was the incident with the super glue you got from your Dad's muggle collection."
"I get it!" he yelled.
Hermione paused. She hadn't meant to upset him.
"Fred, it wasn't an insult."
"I know. It's just that, people always think of George and me as a couple of irresponsible goofballs. It gets old after awhile." He confessed.
She didn't know what to say. Never had it entered her mind that something like that would bother Fred. He had worked hard for his reputation as a prankster, and he seemed to enjoy it.
"I don't think of you that way." She said softly.
"You don't?" he asked, surprised.
"No. It takes someone really clever to think up all those tricks, not to mention the amount of magic it takes for them to hold."
Fred sat up and stared at Hermione. He couldn't believe someone finally got it. And out of everyone he knew, it was her.
"Thanks." He whispered, lying back down.
"Fred, can I ask you something?" Hermione blurted out a few minutes later.
"Of course."
"Do you have any idea why George is so angry at me?" He had never heard her voice so small.
Fred sighed. "I think so."
"Why?"
"Because you know something about me that he doesn't. I tell George everything, and this is really hard for him." He stated.
"Why don't you tell him?" Hermione wanted to know.
"Because, it will look more real if George doesn't know about us."
"What about when he notices the money that you used to buy the rings is gone?" she asked.
"We have separate bank accounts. He won't find out unless I tell him."
"Oh."
"Hermione, I know you're concerned but it's late. Get some rest. I have a feeling we'll both need it."
"Fine. Good night." She said.
"Good Night."
A/N: Well I hope that makes up for the long wait. I'm glad everybody liked the wedding, and I promise to update faster from now on. Until next time.
