Title: Deception
Author: SoniJanu54
Previously in chapter 3:
"Come on, Weasley. It's a beautiful day outside. It's a summer like no other has been, or ever will be, and you are wasting it in the sickroom." Hermione moved next to Fred's bed, and moved her hand to his face. "We could go out in the woods, or in the garden, and just lay down in the grass, looking at the amazing blue sky. The sun's playing hide and seek with the clouds, and the flowers are lush with the scent. Wake up and I will take you there."
Fred open an eye, and took a peek. "Okay, I will let you take me out to the garden, but first tell me who I am."
End of chapter 3.
A/N: This chapter is from Fred's pt. of view, but its in third person.
Chapter Four: The reality.
The woman stared at him, her brown eyes unblinking, clearly surprised, her pink lips slightly parted, as though she had stopped in a middle of a sentence.
"Who…are…you?" the woman's voice sounded as though she was having trouble comprehending a simple sentence.
"Okay, if you can't tell me that, can you please tell me who you are?" His words were polite, but by the tone of his voice, it was clearly an order, not a request.
"Who…am…I?" The woman said in the same voice.
He was surprised that he didn't remember her. He knew that he had seen her somewhere, and he had wanted nothing more than to touch her, but he hadn't because... because…well he couldn't remember why, but that was why he was asking the lass the questions. But she was either very surprised, or didn't understand the language. Then a horrifying thought occurred to him. He voiced his concern.
"Who are you? What in the name of Merlin have you done to me?" He snapped, his voice now very demanding, "I remember you, glowing, humming. But I can't remember your name."
"Praise be, he talks!" A squeaky voice said. He tried to get up, to see who stood out of his view, at his unprotected back. He couldn't move a muscle. Pain shot through his joints, his muscles. It was bone-deep. He, instead, looked around and he spotted an odd creature, a house-elf.
The woman had seen him wince as he tried to move, and put her hand on his shoulder. "Don't try and move. Muscle cramps, it's not surprising in your condition."
His condition? What had happened to him? What was wrong with him? Where was he? But more importantly, who was he? Panic rose in him. He wasn't used to loosing control of the situation. He didn't know how he knew that, but he just knew.
He looked at the young woman again. Her eyes were shining and wide. He knew her, dammit. He just couldn't remember her name. He remembered her voice humming and singing and talking to him, telling him about her day. He remembered her heart shaped face leaning over him, when he awoke. He remembered her dark long hair cascading down her shoulder and brushing his neck when she was leaning over him. He remembered seeing the delightful curve of her breast peeking from her wrapper. But he didn't remember getting into the bed with him? But why else would he have seen her in such conditions? Who was he? What didn't he remember?
Nothing, I remember nothing. At least he knew the answer to one of his question, he thought wryly.
"Who the hell am I?" He tried to sit up.
"My dear sir, you are in no shape for wrestling." The house-elf squeaked.
"I want to sit up." He commanded. Other occupants in the room ignored the last sentence. That wasn't supposed to happen. When he gave and order, people usually followed. Now, how had he known that?
"Woman, you tell me who I am and what am I doing here right now." He voiced angrily. His voice sounded rough.
"You've been very ill." The woman said.
"I deduced as much, you silly wench." The woman's back erected straight at the offending words.
"I am Hickey, sir. Now, listen, you'll stay lying down while I get the Dumbledore, he will be able to explain everything to you momentarily." Hickey said.
"Why should I do that? Why should I listen to either one of you?" He asked, in a brattiest voice.
"Because madam has been that one who has taken care of you for weeks and I am the one who has been wiping you bare bottom. So it's in you best interest to be quiet." Hickey said.
"Aren't you a house-elf? House-elves are supposed to listen to their masters." He said.
"I don't have a master, sir, I am a free elf. I can do as I please. I am currently employed by Albus Dumbledore, and he will be able to answer your questions." Hickey said in the same tone as he had used.
"Fine." He was a warrior, and warriors admitted defeats graciously. He stayed still while Hickey went to get Albus Dumbledore, whoever he was.
As the elf left, the lass laughed.
"What are you laughing about?" he asked, as if he didn't already know.
"We were so worried that you would never wake up. But now that you are awake, you are as boorish as ever." The woman said, still grinning. Two facts came to mind. This woman's laugh was satisfying, as though he had been waiting to hear it all his life. The second fact was that this woman must be familiar with him, as she had called him boorish.
"I've got little mind to wait for this Dumbledore. I know that you know who I am. Tell me." He tried his best to make it into a request, not a command.
"You are Frederick Weasley." The woman answered easily. She waited while he tasted the name on his lips.
"Frederick Weasley." The name didn't sound familiar to him. "I dinna ken."
"You must be sick, if you are speaking in Scot. You have nothing but scorn for Scotland." (A/N: I know that the Weasleys are probably Irish, but I would rather have them be Scottish, and the rest of the Weasleys live somewhere in Scotland. Please remember this.)
"Scorn? Scotland is the best place on earth. Why would I not like it?" He asked curiously. "Who are you?" He asked before she could answer his previous question.
"I am your wife." She answered.
"Liar." He replied.
"Why do you think that I would be lying?"
"I don't remember you." He said.
"You claim to not remember anything at all." She shot back. This woman seemed to doubt his word. No one ever doubted his word. He was supposed to be the pillar of honesty and integrity.
"You dare…doubt me?" He asked his voice disbelieving.
"So now we are even." She replied smartly.
His gaze measured her from the head to the tow. She was wearing a forest green dress, with a modest neckline. Her waist was trim, and if he her petticoats hid her curves, he had an imagination, and he was definitely using it now. She was a simple beauty. A little to thin, but beauty no matter. She noticed him staring, but did not blush or say anything. His wife? Not likely. His wife would be very fashionable, with fluttery lashes, and flirtatious manner.
"You are not my wife. No man would ever forget making love to you." Again, she didn't blush at his antics.
"Apparently, you have." She said, calmly.
"What is your name?" He said, ignoring her last answer.
"Hermione." Hermione. Good name, he thought. He was still suspicious and wondered if she was lying about that, too.
"Where are we?"
"We are in the Hogwarts School of Witches and Wizardry." She wondered how he would react to this new information.
"So I am a wizard?" Hermione merely nodded as a reply. "Interesting. Do I have a wand?"
"Dumbledore may have it. I didn't think to ask."
"How was I injured?" He asked.
"You were injured in a duel. Dumbledore will be able to answer any questions about that as I do not know any details. But I do know that you were hurt, and another man killed."
"Are all my body parts still intact?" He painfully wiggled his toes, and moved his fingers. He looked towards his privates pointedly. "Turn your back if you have any modesty." Hermione turned around, but when he had done groping himself, satisfied that all his body parts were intact, he noticed a fiery blush rising up the back of her neck.
"I can't believe you're embarrassed. As you've said, we are married. If you were really my wife, you'd be glad that I still possess the means to bring you bliss." He said smugly.
"If you were much of a husband, I'd be." Hermione retorted.
"You wouldn't say that if I was able to get up from this bed." Fred tried to argue.
"You don't know me at all." Hermione said. Hermione changed the subject, before he could get overworked. "Would you like something to drink?"
"And something to eat too. I feel like I've been in prison. Was I starved here?"
"No, but you can't take in solids yet." Hermione moved closer to his bed, bringing a bowl of something liquid with her. "You won't be able to hold the mug. Let me help you." He was about to complain, but wisely closed his mouth as she lifted his head in the crook of her arm, moving him closer to her bosom. This position felt familiar. He remembered the scent of lilies that clung to her. As Hermione tilted the bowl, he greedily drank the thin soup.
"What do you mean, boorish?" He asked as Hermione moved back to the chair nearby the window, away from his bed.
"Huh?"
"You said that I was as boorish as ever."
"You and I are separated."
"Nonsense. I would never estrange my own wife."
"That's the second time you've called me a liar."
"Come here." He demanded.
"Why?"
"As strong as you are, are you scared of a man in the bed?" He asked. Hermione moved closer to his bed.
"What do you want?" She asked.
"I want to kiss you."
"Why? I am not your wife. Remember? I am a liar."
"Sarcastic lass! I believe you when you say that we are married."
"No, we are estranged."
"You just don't want me to gain my memories back. I might remember something from a familiar touch." He tried his best to make her give in.
"Fine." Hermione moved closer to him, and tilted her face, but stubbornly kept her lips firmly closed. He knew just how to soften an unwilling woman. He kissed her again and again. Little pecks. On the corner of her mouth, the tip of her cute nose, her eye brows, and then finally her lips. Ah! The feel of her soft lips on his was pure heavenly. He kissed her mouth with little brushes again and again, untilshe gave in and parted her lips slightly. He took full advantage of it and drover his tongue into her moth very gently. He kept moving his tongue in and out for a few moments. He wanted to laugh when his body- weak, wounded, and aching- stirred to life. He pulled out of her mouth and ended the kiss with a small peck. He smoothed her hair cak, and looked at her until she opened her eyes. He wanted to kiss her again, but he weakly said, "Darling, we have company." Dumbledore stood in the doorway.
A/N: I was going to post this chapter tomorrow, but I just couldn't wait. So here it is. How did u like it. I know that the chapter is not long, but I didn't want to overwhelm you with the information. Did you like it? Review plz.
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