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Chapter Eight

Just a bit of a misunderstanding is all…

When opened my eyes it was to the light peeking through the blinds. I was lying on the massive bed in my bedroom. How did I get here? The last thing I remember was that I was crying. And then Fred had apparated into the room and he held me. I sat up quickly in my haste thought. I scanned around for him but it seemed that there was no trace of him what so ever. The room was empty and it felt very cold all of a sudden. He said that he was sorry. I rubbed my head trying desperately to regain those memories.

Flashbacks

"This has nothing to do with you Hermione. My anger isn't meant for you. It's meant for someone else." He told me softly continuing to wipe away the tears from my face. I sat there in his arms listening to his heart beat, there were so many questions but I had been too drain from crying that I was content just being held. "I can not be the same person that you knew. Everything that's happened has mold me into someone else, there's too much bitterness in me to make things right, so I know that I maybe a little harsh with you at times it's because I don't know the right words to say."

"You're still Fred Weasley." I reminded him mumbling into his chest.

"So I've been told." He answered with a small chuckle.

"I thought you hated me." I said not looking up at him still. "I mean of all the people you could have ended up with you got stuck with your brother's friend."

"Never, I don't think I could ever hate you, maybe there'll be occasion where I want to kill you but you're a part of my life. Now you're just a bigger part of it. As for being Ron's friend, I'll never understand why anybody in there right mind especially Harry, who would want to be friends with that idiot? Harry would be so much better of just being your friend." I laughed at that comment, if Ron heard this from his older brother he have a fit and try to murder him.

"Are we friends then?" I asked lifting my tear stained face to look at his. I felt his nose brush against mines.

"Nope, We aren't, that means I'll have to play by the rules and I can't yet." No of course he couldn't, if we were friends I would have the task of helping him get over Angelina. And I was sure that I wasn't ready for that. Afterwards I just remember listening to the sound of his breathing.

End flashback

I sat there listening to the surroundings. No noise at all. Where was Fred? I got up to stretch then I was headed towards the door to find something to eat. Looking at the pulled back drapes in the living room I realized that the rain had stopped. I spotted a note as I brushed pass the coffee table.

Granger,

I'm at the Joke shop; swing by later if you want. There's a letter from the ministry that we need to sign together it also tells us about the time to set the date and the meeting with our parents. I'll see you if not tonight then tomorrow before we leave for the burrow.

Why wouldn't I see him tonight? What was he doing? I walked into the kitchen and found that the glass of butterbeer on the counter from Mrs. Weasley was empty. He had actually drank it. I found myself smiling for no apparent reason at all. I made myself some tea and went to sit outside where the balcony was. He had failed to mention he had one. So right now I had no idea where we stood. We weren't friends nor enemies or maybe we could be acquaintances but there was no way to put what we were. He was soon to be my husband and that would be our relationship. I need to see Ginny. I got up and headed towards the bathroom to shower. After drying myself I stepped out to see a tall muscular body pulling off his shirt. His bare back was towards me but it could only be him.

"Fred what are you doing?" I asked him.

"This is my room; I should ask you that question." He said without turning around. I spun around to look at the door I stepped through it was all too confusing. Just great. "You got get out of that habit."

"What habit?" I asked turning to see that he was now facing me and fully dressed once again.

"Coming out in only just a towel." He winked; this was the Fred I remember. "Good thing we're getting married soon so then you probably won't need a towel anyways." I felt my face growing warm. He was making me blush.

"Cut it out Fred or I will hex you and beside I didn't expect you home." I snarled backing up towards the bathroom door.

"Who were you expecting then?" He asked just staring at me now.

"How can I expect anyone when I have no idea where I am yet?" I replied drawing closer to the door.

"True, but you should know that I place a charm on this place so that only I know how to enter it." He told me. "Can't have mum interrupting us like yesterday." He smirked.

"You're such a pervert." I shot at him. So close just as long as he decides not to move forward I'll be fine.

"Again with the name calling, and here I was going to tell you that your body's just perfect, all curves and toned in the right places." I gasp at those remarks. What was with him? Why was he being do blunt? But he had always been blunt just not when it came to how he saw me. I knew that I wasn't overly skinny but I never considered myself fat either just average. Harry had always said that I grew into an exceptionally beauty. Never understood what he said. Did he say I was beautiful or that I made the standard of being part of those people he thought were beautiful? Ginny was number one. Not only did she have the shine fiery flowing red hair, her soft chocolate eyes and pouty lips. Her fire storm attitude was what drew so much people towards her. I know this for a fact because I am one of those people.

Damn you Fred Weasley you're in love with Angelina. You are not allowed to be so damn attractive because I know it's a losing battle that I'm fighting. I need to learn to control my feelings. I ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut seeing my body in the mirror so red from all those words he said. I heard soft chuckling coming from the other side. Damn that pervert.

"Come to the shop." I heard him say as I was heading towards the door that led to my bedroom.

"I want to go see Ginny." I called back to him.

"She's with her fiancé" He answered. At that respond I pushed the door open and rushed to grab his arm. He looked startled at first then he smirked once again.

"Fast aren't we?" He teased looking down at me.

"Fred tell me who's Ginny marrying?" I asked pulling myself closer to him I could smell that musky scent once again.

"What do I get if I tell you?" He lower is face to mine.

"How about you escape without any bruises to explain to your family tomorrow?" I answered gripping my free hand tighter on my towel.

"Granger I'm a master of hiding bruises your threat if anything is just empty." But with that he turned so that his body was now a line with mines.

"And you forget that I'm Hermione Granger." With that said he laughed then.

"Nicely put." Yet he didn't move just stood right in front of me. "The thing is Ginny made me swear that she will be the one that tells you and I don't really want to get on her bad side so you'll have to wait." He looked down at my hand still digging into his sweater. I suddenly released him and took a step back.

"Come to the shop, I left the forms there." He turned and walked away.

"Where are you going tonight?" It was a sudden out burst that I had to come out of my mouth.

"Oh that, I'm headed to see Harry's quidditch tryouts at the pitch, you know that he's been asked to be part of the Ireland team don't you? Tonight he's going to prove that he's one of the best seekers in the world." Oh my goodness Harry's tryout. He invited me months ago but with the recent events my mind had blanked.

"Will you wait a minute for me I want to go with you too?" I turned and dashed into my bedroom to change. He was standing by the fireplace as I emerge from the room. I reached to pick up my wand and a book as I strolled towards the tall red head.

"Think that it'll be boring do you?" He asked seeing the thick book in my hand.

"Nope. Being at your shop might be so I need some source of entertainment." He placed his right hand to his heart.

"You wound me Granger. I put my blood and sweat into that business to keep people entertained and you think that it's dull." He seemed sad at first but then he shrugged his shoulder and reached out his hand to me. "Come along then." I stared down at that giant hand for a bit then hesitantly place my much smaller one in his. He threw the floo powder and we enter his shop moments later. There was no surprise seeing that it was filled with so many wizards and witches buying their product. Brilliant.

"Hermione." A familiar voice exclaimed. Turning I saw George heading towards us. I ran to embrace him feeling like forever since we last talked.

"I don't like the look Fred's giving me." George whispered in my ears before we pulled apart. "And trust me that look I never receive before even when I hugged Angelina." I turned to look at Fred who had his eyes transfixed on his brother, he looked dangerous. George who was just as much as a troublemaker as Fred found this amusing so he winked as he smiled waving to his brother adding fuel to the fire.

"Should be careful George just because we have a blood connection doesn't mean I can't kill you." It was said jokingly but somewhat there was a moment where I could have sworn it was meant to be a warning.

"Think she'll love me better than you?" George teased walking closer to his twin.

"Then it's a shame she's mine." This tone was anything but friendly.