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Chapter Twenty Seven
Confessions…
I heard the birds chirping so early in the morning as I stirred awake. I could feel the other body beside me. The heat that was generating so freely and consuming its surroundings, I opened my eyes to see the flaming red hair scattered across the pillow near my head. His face was buried in the pillow and his long outstretch arm was thrown possessively over my naked form. He had the dominating nature about him where the need to let me know he was there was constant. I turned in his arms unable to sleep any longer and needing to shower was calling me. I saw his scattered shirt lying near the bed on the ground and reached for it which caused the bed to squeak and I heard Fred groan as he felt my movement but he didn't move from his spot. I tried and again and was almost a success if I didn't almost tumble out of the bed. Which then the redhead opened his eyes. He turned his face sideways to look at me. A small grin grew from the corner of his lips.
"What are you doing?" He asked as he pulled me closer.
"Trying not to wake you." I found my hands pushing at his chest. "If you would release me from the death grip you have on me, I would have been able to leave without disturbing you." I told him.
"That wasn't the case was it now…how should I punish you then?" He teased.
"You have some nerve Fred Weasley it was your own fault that I woke you. And there is no need to go…" I was interrupted as he pinned me beneath him once again.
"I'll listen to your lecture another time darling Hermione. I find that I'm hungry right now." He kissed me and we were right back where we started the moment our pheromones found their way to each other. It had been like this for a couple of days now. He was always hungry and his appetite couldn't be sated. Sometime I barley had time to breath before he came through the door looking starved. It was never food that was on his mind.
It was much later after I had shower and was sitting in the living room drinking some herbal tea when I felt him place a kiss on my forehead.
"I'm heading to Lee's place tonight and I won't be home until late so don't wait up." He told me.
"Fred what's going on?" I finally had to know. He was acting a little to out of his character and his sudden friendly behavior was not something I was use to. I was so use to the raging and dangerous side that always got my pulse racing that this new him threw me off a bit.
"What is it?" He seemed concerned.
"Why are you so…not you?" I struggled to find the right words.
"I am me." I shook my head.
"You're not aggressive anymore, I'm just wondering what happened?" He smiled then.
"Oh." That was all he said before apparating himself out of our flat. I didn't even have anytime to blink at his sudden disappearance. I need to see George. As always since they been pronounced husband and wife, Katie was always locking lips with that redhead. It was grossing some of the customers out and some cheered them on. They decided that they would go to Sweden on their honeymoon so that they could see the sights there and the new joke shop but for now they were content being disgusting in public here and risking their health if Fred ever found out.
"Look who finally emerge from the wolf's chamber." George teased as he spotted me.
"Don't start." I warned.
"We were going to send out a search party if you didn't come out in time for Ron and Lavender's wedding." Katie informed me.
"With Fred's unsatisfied hunger, Harry, Ron, Ginny and Work, I'm never sure why I'm even still breathing." Sighing I sat down on one of the stools beside the counter.
"Are you two getting along now?" George teased winking. Katie slapped his arm playfully.
"George…now Hermione have you two worked it out?" Katie smiled down at me.
"We haven't been able to do anything other then…" I paused staring at their amused faces. "Don't you dare make me say it?" I warned. They started laughing.
"Where is he?" Katie asked.
"He left as soon as I asked him what was going on, and to make matters worse he just gave me one of his stupid grins and then nothing."
"Oh yes of course Lee's thing is tonight." George seemed a bit alarmed and went into the back room.
"What's going on Katie?" I asked.
"Lee's asked them to help entertain some of the business partners coming in from Scotland to invest in some deal somewhat or another." Katie shrugged. I nodded and watch the customers pile into their store.
"I'll see you later Mrs. Weasley." George came back out with a robe on and bending his head into kiss Katie. She tilted her head to meet his lips and then he turned to me.
"Would you like me to give Fred a message from you?" He smirked.
"What I have in store for him you surely do not want to be the messenger for." I teased. George winked and then he apparate himself out of the shop.
"A couple of mental blokes we married huh?" Katie laughed. "Did you know there's a family dinner tonight?" She asked me all of sudden.
"What?" I was shocked. A family dinner? Why did no one send an owl? "Fred never said anything."
"Well, I just recently found out. I'm sure Mrs. Weasley had one send to you." Katie tried but I had been taken back by this new information and my mouth was probably still hanging open.
"I'm sorry Hermione but, I do have to head back to the office now." I nodded standing up to be at eye level with her.
"I best head to the hospital as well." The day was a blur and I went home distraught and needing to rest. Placing the key down on a nearby coffee table I looked up to see Fred standing by the open windows.
"Fred…" I managed before he raised his hand up to stop me.
"Sit down, Hermione." His tone was low and I took a seat near the fireplace just watching his shadow formed. "Are you angry that I didn't tell you about the dinner tonight?" He asked. I nodded and he walked closer.
"Why?" I questioned feeling uncertain that I wanted the answer.
"I want you all for myself." He spoke as he crept closer. His shoulder length hair was fallen loosely and he wore worn out jeans with a dark blue collar shirt. He was always very gorgeous.
"You've had me all to yourself for the last couple of days." I was confused; it was always me and him.
"Hermione, I'm a bit selfish and I don't really want to share you with anyone for awhile. I know they're your friends and I know you love them but right now…I just want you all to myself without them interfering in our lives." That was a lot to ask.
"Fred you can't be serious? I would never ask you to give up George for anything, why are you asking me to do such a heartless thing?" I felt the tears forming in my eyes.
"I'm not asking you to give them up; I'm asking you to be apart from them for awhile is all. I want you to come and live with me in Sweden for a year or so." I just stared, and then what he said sank in.
"We're moving to Sweden?" I finally said. He nodded. "But what about my job?"
"You're one of the most brilliant witches I know, Hermione you can become a healer anywhere in the world." He was standing in front of me now. I didn't know what to do or what to say. And this time he wasn't demanding that I go or forcing me to leave. He was asking me. Which I realized was his natural being. This was the guy I loved and I knew as long as everything was okay between us I would follow him to the ends of the earth.
"Fred are you better now that we have a blood link?" I need to know. Had he been under a spell since then and lost all control of the person he had been before? Was he just coming out of that daze?
"Hermione, the blood link is nothing more then our two forms coming together, your virgin blood spilling…we're already connected through our souls. There was no need to over exhaust yourself thinking about that." He chuckled kneeling in front of me.
"Fred…" I tried again placing my hands on his face.
"I love you Hermione." He blurted out before I could finish. I smiled.
"This is no time for jokes, Fred." Yet he drew closer.
"Who's joking?" He asked confused placing his hands on my knees. "I'm serious."
"Why? Just a couple of weeks ago you hated me." I really wanted to believe him but love wasn't something you just casual mention if you were being true.
"I've never hated you Hermione. Never." He smiled.
"How can you say that? How can you act so insane and claim that you weren't resenting our union?" I was curious to hear his answer.
"Hermione I want you to know that it's always been you. Always. Since I turned nineteen, you can not possibly comprehend how I felt to know that I was already link to you, though you would be unaware of this until you officially turned eighteen. And this was all before the marriage law was passed." His eyes seemed sincere.
"Then how come you were so opposed when we were arranged to wed if you loved me?" I needed to know.
"It wasn't the matter of being opposed to the forced marriage it was because I was fighting the need to be with you even if you were willing to marry me because the law demands it. Though I already knew were connect by something other then our friendship."
"But…you loved Angelina." I stuttered out the words.
"Yes. I do love Angelina, but you have to understand. Me loving her was on a needed basic; I was forcing myself to love her so that wanting to be with you was just a rubbish thought passing through my head. I need to see you as just Ron's friend and not someone I wanted to ravish all day long. So this was my only excuse."
"I don't understand why you were always so aggressive with me." Still his words hadn't sunk in.
"Do you remember after your eighteen birthday you came to stay at the burrow and me and George jinxed Ron and Harry's broom?" I nodded. "That day was like the worse but the best day ever. You were the most beautiful being I had ever laid eyes on. I remember your scent that day, it was honey and milk. I was just teasing you then, but I knew deep down there was more to my words."
"You said it was the best and worse day? How come?"
"That was the day Angelina found out that I wasn't really in love with her, I did mention you a couple of times that day and you can imagine what we did to convince each other we were in love." He paused to look at me. I only just stared back. "It was uncomfortable because I shouted someone else name in the heat of our passion. Do you want me to tell you whose name I shouted?" He teased. I shook my head.
"Yet you seemed upset after she told you, you called someone else name, why were you still moody afterwards?"
"I was upset, because at that moment we knew we didn't belong together. Her heart was already taken and mine was gone long before I knew it. The thing about Angelina is she's very straight forward and she told me how I felt long before I understood it, I just didn't believe her." He pulled me lower to press my forehead against his.
"So was the rage, the anger, the disrespect to your parents all an act then?"
"Oh no sweet Hermione, that was all real. There was no pretending about my emotions then. I really did do all those things. The pheromones did help a bit." He grinned.
"Did you not want to marry me then?"
"That question wasn't about me wanting to or not. It was about the fact that I have to spend the rest of my life being married to the most brilliant witch and knowing that I have a secret to hide from her." This was getting stranger and stranger. "Hermione, I betrayed you, I knew that we were connected through our souls and I knew because Professor Dumbledore had informed me during your sixth year but I had already brushed it off. He only gave me a hint about this because he did say that our future depend on me having a blood link to one beautiful Miss. Granger. I knew, but I hid the facts because I didn't want it to be reality. The reality of turning nineteen and not being able to control my damn body." He sounded annoyed with himself.
"I forgive you for that. I would have been terrified too had that been me. Knowing the person you were destine to be with, although they only just see you as her best friend's older brother." I kissed the tip of his nose.
"It's worse than that Hermione. I knew that you were suppose to be my first but I went and spilled Angelina's blood anyways, so carelessly, that is why your body suffers more for my sins against it's nature. That was why our link was weak, my betrayal caused your soul to suffer and for that I need you to hate me, I needed you to be disgusted and I need you to perish me from your waking thoughts." I was slowly taking what he said in. He had been forcing my hatred of him so that he could atone for his sins.
"How is Oliver coping with the fact you ruined his bride to be?" I teased trying to loosen the tension and Fred's serious confession.
"It's different for everyone but the thing about us is you were a virgin and our souls were already connect, other people need to bring their bodies together first to connect their souls. That is why my sins against you should be unforgiven." I cried at his words.
"You were confused. You shouldn't keep punishing yourself for something in the past."
"I don't deserve you Hermione. I don't. Why do you make it so easy for someone who put you through hell?" I laughed at his words.
"Because I already fallen in love with the devil who did it." He laughed at those words as well. He kissed me then and we lingered like that for a long period of time. We broke apart to come up for air.
"To be honest the pheromones forced me to say and do so many things that if I had been me half the time I would have at least have a second thought about it." I snorted at that.
"You're Fred Weasley you do and say everything anyways regardless of second thoughts." He nodded agreeing.
"Come with me to Sweden then?" He asked again.
"Only if we can have a real honeymoon somewhere exotic and you are going to be the one to break the news to our family and friends." I answered.
"I guess kidnapping you is out of the question then?" We roared with laughter and continued for most of the evening talking and holding each other just until Fred was unable to control his basic instinct, and rapidly started tearing off my clothes. His hands wondering all over my flushed flesh and our scents coming together, we continued kissing as my skin touched the soft sheets and our shadows being cast in the moon light.
"Well Mrs. Weasley the scent of butterbeer is absent from you right now but I do like the taste of honey and milk."
(A/N: I lied this isn't the last chapter but the next one is an epilogue of what happens with everyone. That has concluded my story but there will be others. Thanks for reading and encouraging me to write this tale, you guys turned out to be my heroes instead and for that I thank you)
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