Disclaimer: You know the drill…I wish... but this one's not coming true.

Chapter Twelve

Love's got nothing to do with Lust and Seduction...

I had only a week to prepare for my wedding, a whole week that was never how I pictured this at all. I was shocked beyond belief.

"If it were up to me we just sign the damn contract and not even have a ceremony. I was told that women tend to get all sentimental about it so here we are having to go through this ordeal." He seemed bitter about the whole thing.

"You're calling our wedding an ordeal. You hate the idea of it so much that you're unwilling to celebrate it just because you're still holding a grudge. I mean this is the only wedding I'm going to have. You could at least pretend to care." I suggested pulling the blanket higher to my chin.

"Let's not get carry away here Granger. I shouldn't have to pretend anything that would start our relationship off badly." He pointed out.

"For your information it's already going badly seeing as you only gave us a week to plan the whole thing and it's all due to your hormones." I replied annoyed.

"Guess I'm still human after all." He smirked.

"You're impossible." I announced, almost pulling out my hair. Where did they place my wand? I was going to kill him. This way we both could avoid the marriage. Was he always thinking about his needs? "Could you get out so I can sleep?" I wanted to be as far from him as possible.

"This is my room. And I'll leave when I'm good and ready." He responded.

"Whatever. I'm going to sleep in Ginny's room then." I pushed the blanket aside and got off the bed to head towards the door but I fell. My legs were still numb. How was that possible? Because Hermione the whole time you weren't moving them so the blood hasn't been flowing through your veins. That seemed about right.

"Weren't you going somewhere?" I heard him chuckled lightly. Great just what I need more humiliation. "Because sitting there isn't going to help you any."

"If you're not going to help me then just be quiet." I refused to turn to look at him. Then I heard footsteps walking towards me. I was hauled up so fast I slammed into his hard chest.

"If you weren't a virgin we could be making love right now." What? How did he know? I never said that I was or wasn't? Why did he sound so disappointed? I gasp covering my mouth. My cheeks were burning with that declaration.

"Is that all you think about?" I squealed in a high pitch voice not daring myself to look at him.

"Yes. Lately anyways, I mean what man in their right minds wouldn't when they have to stare at someone as gorgeous as you all day long? Mind you a blind man would say different but I'm sure that he just be as I am by your touch alone." This was what Katie had been saying earlier. He has a normal reaction just like everyone else. He had been to bitter to admitted. I was so busy trying to reason with this all that I missed the part about the way he saw me. He had said that I was gorgeous. Was that a lie? Was it truth? I had no way of knowing.

"You're in love with Angelina." I had to remind him. Anything to distract him from this awkward behavior.

"You see my heart and my body are two different things." He said just as he placed me on the bed.

"Shouldn't betray your feelings." Keeping stalling him. I told myself.

"What is it to you Granger if I betray them or not?" He asked sitting beside me.

"I just don't want you blaming me if you did something you regret is all." I replied. Good cover up.

"Trust me if I did something I'd regret I'd thank you for it." Why didn't I like the sound of that? "And I'll warn you never to bring her name up again." With that he left and went to sleep on George's empty bed. Whoa attitude. I thought as I laid myself down to sleep as well. I guess Katie and George were staying else where tonight seeing as dawn was nearing and they hadn't returned to the room. Why would they with the tension me and Fred were causing even without them here?

I rose earlier then I had anticipated and this time I would not fall. I rubbed at my legs to get the blood flowing and the tingling feeling begun and I let out a small giggle. I heard a low groan turning to my left to see that Fred was still down. When I was sure they were able to move I got up off the bed and headed to the bathroom. My tooth brush was still here from the summer and after brushing my teeth and washing my face I left to find Ginny. Walking downstairs in my pajama bottoms and a tank top was something I usually did normally before not realizing that today it was going to be different.

"Hermione dear are you hungry?" I saw Mrs. Weasley's warm smile first as I stepped into the kitchen.

"Quite so." My stomach growled at my answer.

"Have a seat and I'll see what I can fix you." She pointed to the table.

"Mrs. Weasley where is Ginny? Has she woken up yet?" I asked seeing as there was just me and her in the kitchen.

"Awhile ago but the boys have dragged her off with them to play quidditch." She laughed.

"Have you heard from my parents? I was sure they be here seeing as I was injured." I remembered that they're presences was missing.

"We sent owls but they haven't responded to any of them." What? That was horrible. What where they doing that was so important that their only daughter's health didn't matter? I was going to have a nice chat with them.

"Hermione dear I'm sure they have a good explanation for not receiving the letters." Mrs. Weasley replied after seeing my fist clench.

"They better be out of the country…" At that my mind hit a memory. They were out of the country on one of their conventions. "They're in Moscow."

"Oh." Mrs. Weasley smiled and continued to cook the eggs.

"Where are the girls then?" I asked looking around the room.

"Let's see here, Fleur of course is watching her husband play, Katie had to go see her parents, Charlie's bride of course you haven't met her, or you could have Alicia I think that was her name. She was thrilled to play quidditch as well." She paused then to see if she missed anyone else.

"Oh is Ron's bride here, Lavender Brown?" I asked realizing that Ron never mentioned anything about her yesterday.

"Oh well she's been busy lately but she will be here for the banquet tonight." Mrs. Weasley answered. I nodded and was about to begin eating.

"Hermione would you be a dear and go wake your fiancé up please. I have to go outside and find Mr. Weasley at the moment no telling what crazy muggle's contraption he's gotten nowadays." I smiled remembering Mr. Weasley's main interest was in the muggle's strange invention as he called it and how they survive without using magic.

"Sure. I guess." I stood and headed up the stairs towards the twin's old room. As I stepped into the room I saw that his form was buried beneath the covers and that he was still out cold. This is like asking for an early death. I creped closer to the bed at hearing the sound of his snoring I let out a breath. He was normal after all.

"Fred time to get up, breakfast is waiting for you downstairs." I tried refusing to touch him incase he was not a morning person. "Fred rise and shine." After a minute or so of just words I placed my right hand on his arm and shook him lightly. "Come on sleepyhead wake up." I teased knowing that he won't be able to hear me seeing as everything I said didn't disturb him so far.

"Fred Weasley the house is on fire, get up." Still no responds. He was breathing meaning that he was still alive. I leaned over him and tapped his shoulder. Bad idea. I was yanked down hard and found that I was once again beneath him. Good going Granger. This is how you want to start all your mornings, wrestling out of an angry redhead's grasps. Just perfect.

"The house is on fire and yet you're here trying to wake me up. That must tell me something. Do you want me Granger?" His face was buried into the crook of my neck and I could feel his breath on my skin. His hair was ticking my ear.

"We're wanted downstairs." I felt his bare chest as I tried to push him off. He had on a shirt earlier.

"You're wanted here." He answered as I felt him placed a kiss on my right shoulder blade. I froze from that intimate touch. "You smell of honey and milk." I hadn't even showered yet. It was long over due too.

"I smell of sweat and blood. And believe me that's nothing on milk and honey." Although that had been the body soap I was using the other day. His hand slipped under my tank top to rest on my stomach. I let out a yelp as the coldness of his hands touched my flesh. He moved his head then to stare into my startled eyes.

"Shouldn't seduce a man in his wake Granger it's dangerous and that's when he's most hungry." I glared at him then as I felt he place his elbows on both sides of my head, he'd removed them from my stomach.

"There was no seduction done on my part. I was just trying to wake you up. And believe me when I say we're more than late." Why did Mrs. Weasley send me up here knowing that I wasn't going back anytime soon? Why did I agree to come up here?

"Big chocolate brown eyes, long sensual brown hair, a cute button nose, full pouty pink lips and nice soft transparent skin, not to mention your full plump brea…" He was interrupted by his own stomach growling. I was a deep crimson color now because of his words. "So tell me if that's not seduction then what is?" He had pushed the blanket that had been covering us off. "Your lucky streak is about to run out." With that said he was off of me and walking towards the bathroom. I rose slowly pushing my bangs away from my eyes and got off the bed. How did he turn everything that happens into my fault? How is it that I still have feeling for him even when all I wanted to do was kill him? The heart and mind were two different things all right. I was headed downstairs now. I'll shower after breakfast and then write to mom and dad. I thought as I rounded the corner to bump into Ron. He had a deadly look on his face.

"Ron are you all right?" I asked touching his arm. Big mistake. He slammed me hard against the wall. His freckled face so close to mine. His breathing was irregular even after quidditch it didn't sound like that.

"I want you Hermione."

(A/N: Heehee... Whatcha ya all think?)