Chapter 11: You Found Me

Disclaimer: This is just for those confused souls who thought I was J.K. Rowling and actually owned Harry Potter- wait, no one could possibly be that silly...

Is this a dream?

If it is, please don't wake me from this high

I've become comfortably numb, until you opened up my eyes

To what it's like when everything's right, I can't believe

You found me when no one else was looking

How did you know just where I would be?

You broke through all of my confusion

The ups and the downs and you still didn't leave

I guess that you saw what nobody could see

You found me

So here we are

That's pretty far when you think of where we've been

No going back, I'm fading out

All that has faded within

You're by my side, now everything's fine

I can't believe

You found me when no one else was looking

How did you know just where I would be?

You broke through all of my confusion

The ups and the downs and you still didn't leave

I guess that you saw what nobody could see

You found me

I was hiding

'Til you came along

And showed me where I belonged

You found me when no one else was looking

How did you know just where I would be?

You Found Me by Kelly Clarkson


"I must admit that your dancing has improved tremendously since the Triwizard Tournament." Hermione laughed, clutching my arm as we walked out of Three Broomsticks very late at night. Or very early in the morning, depending on how you looked at it. The party was still going on; I don't think Alicia and them are ever tired of partying. But we went outside for a little, Hermione claiming she needed some air.

"If you were so worried about my dancing abilities, then why did you ask me to dance?" I asked her, looking down into her eyes.

Hermione shrugged. "Honestly?" she asked. "I didn't remember how you and Angelina nearly took out half the dance floor until after I asked you."

"Hermione forgot something? I thought Hermiones never forgot." I teased.

"It's elephants that never forget," Hermione corrected me as we walked along, her hand still on my arm.

"Of course, that's it." I laughed.

"Wait," Hermione said, coming to a stop. "Did you just compare me to an elephant?"

"I don't know, did I?" I teased. Of course, I hadn't.

"You did! You little pain in the butt prankster!" Hermione said, her free hand on her hip.

"Little prankster? Uh, Hermione, if you haven't noticed I'm at least six inches taller than you." I informed her.

"Minor detail," she said, but with a smile that suggested she really wasn't as upset as she wanted me to believe. The smile remained on her face awhile longer as we strolled down the empty Hogsmeade streets, but she stopped talking; her mind wandering away.

"Are you okay?" I asked what felt like an eternity of silence. Hermione sort of jumped at my question, like she hadn't noticed that we had stopped talking.

"Yeah." She said, slowly. "Just, you know, thinking."

"Yeah, the night makes you do that." I replied, realizing that my arm was still linked with hers.

"It does," Hermione agreed. "All the problems and questions come flooding back to you during that little bit of time when it isn't night anymore but it's not quite morning." She shook her head. "That didn't even make sense."

"Yes, it does. Just lying alone in bed, all the thoughts echoing in your head."

"Exactly." Hermione replied, relieved that I seemed to understand.

The silence returned twice as fast as it had disappeared, Hermione back in her own little world of thoughts. I would have given anything to know what she was thinking about but the look on her face was about as easy to read as my old textbook, the Latin History of Magic in the Twelfth Century. Not a fun read, not at all. I did attempt to read it though. I made it all the way to the table of contents before giving up. I just wasn't ready to give up on her quite as quickly.

"He apologized, you know." She said out of the blue. Out of the blue. Another one of those little clichés I will never understand. What does that mean? Can I substitute the color of my choice in? I'm thinking we start a new trend. Out of the orange. Nah, it just doesn't have the same flow. Stick with the blue.

"Who?" I asked, not catching her drift.

"Pierre." She said, her eyes fixed on her shoes, not me.

"Hermione!" I said, grabbing her hand. "No!"

"What?" she said, looking past me not at me.

"You will not go back to him." I told her. "Look at me, Mione. You were upset for weeks after he hurt you."

"But he apologized." She said, finally looking at me like she wanted to cry.

"But he hurt you! What's going to stop him from hurting you again if he knows that you will just come running back?" I said, for once in my life being the mature person in the conversation. This was a first. It was actually kind of unnerving.

"I think I might just forgive him. I really liked him, Fred." She told me.

"You will not."

"I want to."

"You do not. You are not stupid, Mione. Naïve, yes, stupid, no."

"Well, thanks, but I don't need your blessing, Fred." She told me, her eyes still watery and hurt.

"Then why did you bother telling me? Huh?" I asked her. "You wanted someone to tell you that it was okay, didn't you? You knew Lavender would never let you go back with him. Marie would tell you that you were crazy. Oliver and Seamus would certainly agree with them. Ginny would lock you in your apartment before she let you see him again. Yes, I know that you still talk to Ginny and I'm glad that you do. But I will agree with them and warn you against going back to him."

"I thought you would be the one to understand." Mione whispered, her head hanging low again. "You went back out with that Hufflepuff after she cheated on you with Roger Davies."

"How in the world can you compare those two events?" I asked her. "First of all, we were seventeen and causally dating. And she kissed Roger Davies, she wasn't secretly engaged to him. We weren't serious and we never said we'd be exclusive. This is so not the same as what you and Pierre have."

" I guess not." She replied. "He just made me feel special. No one ever thought that I was special."

"That's not true." I told her. "And you know it."

She contemplated it for a minute. "You really don't think I should give him a second chance?"

"No, I don't." I told her. "I truthfully think he will hurt you again."

She whispered, "Thanks Fred, for being honest."

"That's what friends are for." I said, placing my arm back around her shoulder. "Speaking of honesty and truth, I have another question."

"Oh really," She replied, her eyebrow arched.

"Uh huh, and it's a good one."

"Fire away."

"If you could be anything in the world, what would you be?" I asked, looking down into her eyes.

"Good one." She said, nodding, the tears no longer on her face. "If I could be anything, I would be……..um…….happy?"

"Nice answer. Not what I was expecting." I honestly replied. "I was thinking more along the lines of rock star or healer or dragon tamer but happy, that's much better."

"My turn." She said, her spirits lifting or so it seemed.


I thought about it for a second. It had to be a good question. It was fun making Fred think. He gets this cute, little confused look on his face every time he thinks real hard.

"If you could do anything, what would you do?" I asked.

But Fred shocked me. Not because he didn't stop to think for a second, because he didn't. Because he did this.

"This." He said, before leaning in and surprising me a kiss. A wonderful kiss. The best kiss I've had in a long time. I got so caught up in the moment that I think I even kissed him back.

"Well, that's a nice answer." I said, still quite in shock after Fred pulled away. He looked at me, like he waiting for me to say something else.

"Really?" He said, after a second, just looking at me. I so wanted to just turn away, I could feel my cheeks heating up. I'm sure they were bright red by now.

"Fred…." I started to say, but he cut me off.

"I like you, Mione." He said, still staring in my eyes.

"What?" I said, the whole situation was still sending the thoughts in my head in circles.

"I really like you, Mione." He repeated. "Give me a chance."

"Fred…." I repeated, trying to grasp onto a single thought as it flew by. Just one, that's all I'm asking for.

"This can't possibly work." Mione said, finally starting to return to her normal practical thinking self.

"And why not?" I asked. Her cheeks burned scarlet.

"Because." She said.

"Because is not an answer, Hermione. My mother told me so." I teased to lighten the situation.

She smiled but shook her head. "Fred, we have nothing in common."

"That's not true."

"Tell me one thing we have in common." She said, pulling away from me. I had to act fast, I was losing her.

"Well, we both practice magic and we both went to Hogwarts. We were both in Gryffindor. We both hated that weasel of kid, Draco Malfoy. We both have bank accounts at Gringotts, um, we both have very little faith in my dancing skills. Let's see, we both have this knack for breaking rules, and don't even try to deny it. You broke just as many rules as I did in school. You just had a tendency to get off easy."

"Fred, our bank accounts and our disregard for school rules aren't any support for us being together. And I did not break rules just for the fun of it, mind you. When I broke school rules it was for a cause, like saving Harry's butt time and time again." She defended herself, knowing darn well that I was right.

"Whatever floats your boat." I said, smiling and starting to walk away.

I was not five feet away before she started following me, just like I knew she would.

"Fred Weasley, you slow down this instant! You don't spring something like this on me and then just walk away!" She called, hurrying after me.

"I knew you'd see it my way." I said, stopping and turning around, all though apparently too abruptly because Hermione just walked right into me, not realizing I had stopped.

"I'm not seeing it your way, I'm just saying that you can't walk away like you told me that your favorite cereal was Cheerios."

"How did you know that? Now that's just creepy." I replied, joking.

"Fred, I just named a brand of cereal." She sighed.

"No, you named my favorite cereal. See, we do have this connection." I told her.

"Fred….." She said again, sounding tired with me. "What if doesn't work?"

"Are you saying you'll give it a chance?" I said, knowing very well that I was grinning like an idiot.

"I'm saying that what if it doesn't work? I'll lose another friend." She whispered, as if her saying it louder would cause it to come true.

"What if it would work and you never gave it a chance? Then what would you lose?" I asked her.

"Why do you suddenly sound so mature?" She asked.

"I read a newspaper yesterday. I read about one a month and I meet my maturity quota."

"I knew I shouldn't have asked." She said, just shaking her head as if I was the biggest goofball ever.

"It's normally safer that way," I said, pulling her into a hug. It felt so right, this time even more so because she didn't fight it.

We stood there under the street lamp for a moment or two before Mione looked up at me and whispered, "Let's take it slow, okay?"

"Okay." I replied, feeling like the happiest person in the entire wizarding world. Correction, in the entire universe.


"Do you want to explain why you are so fidgety?" Lavender asked me as I tore through my closet, looking for the perfect outfit for my official first date with Fred. "And who this guy that you are dating is?"

"I don't want to jinx it." I told her, tossing a green sweater aside a pile of random clothes.

"And saying his name is going to jinx it?" Lavender asked, skeptical as usual. Her perfectly trim eyebrow raised upward, a sure sign of her skepticism. "Merlin, it's not Pierre is it? 'Cause if it is I am going to lock you in that closet and go kick his ass."

"Lav, it's not Pierre, I swear." I replied, adding a pair of khakis to the pile. "And if you did lock me in a closet, I could just apparate out."

"Damn, I hate having a best friend that's a total genius." Lavender teased. "If I roomed with Parvati, I probably could have kept her in there for a good two or three days."

"No wonder she wasn't eager to room with us." I laughed. "What do you think?"

Lavender pondered this. "Where are you going?"

"Dinner." I answered, still holding the grey polo shirt. "Is this okay?"

"Is it casual or formal?" She asked.

"With this guy, I'd bet casual." I told her.

"You are going out with a guy that would choose a casual dining restaurant on your first date? He does not seem like your type." Lavender questioned.

"And what is my type, Lavender?" I inquired, continuing to root through my closet.

"You know. Blonde hair, blue eyes, medium height, preppy, likes formal dinners and long walks on the beach. The type of guy your parents would love, the type of guy that was top in his class at school, you know, always did the extra credit and was the perfect prefect. The intellectual kind, someone you could discuss politics and the history of Hogwarts with." She said, wrinkling her nose at the skirt I pulled out of my closet.

"I need to update my wardrobe," I whined, tossing the skirt in the pile.

"Halleluiah! You have finally seen the light! I have been telling you to update for months! Thank you, Merlin!" She shouted, getting down on her knees as if she was praying.

I ignored her and waved the polo in her face. "Hello, you never gave me your opinion?" I said.

"Um, go with the yellow polo and the white pleated skirt with the ballet flats." She said, instantly creating an outfit out of the clothes I had been staring at for two hours, unable to see anything. I hate how she can do that. Actually what I hate is how she can do that and I can't because I can't hate how she can do that because then I'd never have an outfit.

"Let me do something with your hair." Lavender pleaded.

"What's wrong with my hair?" I asked, slipping into the shoes.

"Nothing's wrong with it; it's just that you always wear it the same way now. Let me curl the ends or something."

"But I like it like this."

"It won't be anything too dramatic, I promise." She swore, holding her hand up in what I assumed to be a sign a like the Muggle Boy Scouts but I'm not quite sure she knew what exactly she was doing.

"Lav…." I whined.

"Hey, I picked out your outfit for you. If it wasn't for me, the entire contents of your closet would be on the floor right now." She pointed out, ever so right.

"Fine." I gave in, plopping onto the bed as she darted into her room to find one of her many various sized curling irons.

Twenty-six minutes and three different size curling irons later, I had to admit that Lavender had done a pretty good job on my hair. Okay fine, I admit it, I was wrong, it looked great. Fred would like it or at least I hoped so because I endured three curling iron burns on my scalp to look nice for him. Let me give you a hint: Giving a klutz permission to play with your hair with a hot metal rod is never a good idea. Note the three burns on head.

I was putting on my traditional clear lip gloss when the door bell rang.

"That's him!" Lavender squealed, clapping her hands together. She looked at me and then ran for the door as if she could see who it was first. I took off running down the hall after her.

"Ha, ha, I'm faster," Lavender teased, but her glory ended when she slid on the kitchen tile, seeing as how she was wearing socks. Socks plus stone floor equal major sliding.

"OWWWW!" she hollered as she slid into the oven we never used, and came crashing down to the stone floor, her head hitting the floor which I knew had to hurt.

"Ouch," I winced, slowing to down to help her up. She didn't move.

"Lavender? Are you okay?" I asked, the tone of my voice slightly more panicked.

"I hurt." She moaned, her eyes closed, her body not moving. Blood was on the floor, her arm looked messed up.

An out of breath Fred appeared in the doorway. "What's wrong?" he asked, wand up, ready to attack. "I heard screaming."

Then he noticed Lavender and put his wand down on the counter then stooped down to look at her.


"Her head is bleeding." Hermione noted. It didn't seem like much blood, but there was a cut on her forehead right by her hairline.

"I didn't bring any bandages." I said stupidly. I swear, in important situations something goes off in my head and the only stuff that comes out is in stupid. I am incredibly useless in important situations.

Hermione just looked at me and shook her head. "Head injuries should be looked at by a healer. She could have a concussion."

"A what?" I asked, completely confused. "A concession?"

"A concession stand is a place at a fair where they sell food. A concussion is a serious injury to the head." Hermione answered, slightly pissed.

"Oh. I get it." I replied.

Hermione gave me one of those looks like she thought I really didn't understand but she didn't have enough time or patience or both to explain. "I am going to take her to St. Mungo's. Go find Seamus, all right?" She said, thankfully giving me the less important task.

"Find Seamus. Got it."

Now this sounds like a fairly simple task. It is; when you know were the person you are looking for is.

"Finnegan?" I called as I apparated into his apartment. I had been in there countless times before; he wouldn't mind me just apparating in. "Dude, where are you?"

"Finnegan?" I repeated, going in his bedroom. It looked like it always did; I don't think that he has ever once in his life made his bed.

Well, he wasn't at the apartment. I tried the quidditch stadium where his team, Ireland, practiced.

"Can I help you?" A high pitched voice with the same accent as Seamus said when I walked into the practice area. She was wearing an emerald green tee shirt with the Ireland signature logo on the front and white and green shorts also with the Irish logo.

"Um, yes, I'm Fred Weasley, I am looking for my friend, Finnegan. Seamus Finnegan." I explained.

The girl whom I knew to be Skyler Tierney from following all the quidditch games nodded and motioned for me to follow her. "Oy! Danny!" She called, her long reddish blonde ponytail blowing in her face from the strong wind.

Daniel Tierney was standing towards the center of the pitch with Joel Pritchard, a former Slytherin that was a year younger than me at school. Never had any problems with the guy, but you know, he's still a Slytherin.

"Sky, whose this? I didn't think the reporters were coming until ten." He said. Reporter? He thought I looked smart enough to be a reporter? Daniel Tierney is my hero!

"Fred Weasley. I'm not a reporter, I was actually looking for Seamus Finnegan." I told him.

"Seamus took off a little while ago." Joel said, shifting his broom between hands. "Went to dinner."

"Damn. Do you know where he went to dinner. "I need to find him. It's kind of urgent." I said.

"Nope. Everything all right?" Joel asked.

"His fiancé had a bit of an accident." I confessed.

Skyler's eyes grew big. "Is Lavender okay?"

"She'll be fine. A minor concussion and a broken arm at most I think."

"You might want to go to Aunt Erin's country home." Skyler suggested and Daniel nodded.

"Why would I go to your aunt's house?" I asked. Joel, Daniel, and Skyler stood staring at me and I suddenly became very aware of how stupid I was. Seamus and every quidditch reporter out there must have mentioned at least a dozen times that Skyler Tierney was his cousin.

"Never mind." I said, shaking my head, knowing very well that my face was burning red. "Thanks."

"TIERNEY! PRITCHARD! THOSE BROOMS AREN'T GOING TO FLY THEMSELVES AROUND THE PITCH!" The voice of a trainer boomed.

"Tell Lavender I hope she feels better." Joel said, before turning to head back towards the trainer.

Okay, fine, I'll admit. He wasn't that bad for a Slytherin. Fine! He actually seemed decent! Happy, now?


"It hurts." Lavender moaned after we had apparated into St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies. She kept moaning but I had yet to figure out what exactly "it" was.

"Um, we had a slight accident." I told the receptionist. "Well, actually she had a slight accident. I was just there when it happened and you see-"

I was cut off by a wizard behind me. "Charming story, can you wrap it up here? Some of us have some more serious problems." I turned around to find a wizard and his friend; the wizard covered in what looked like potion burns.

"I'm sorry." I snapped, a little pissed. There was no need for his attitude.

"Uh, sir, let's go find Healer Springfield, shall we?" A nurse who was walking by said, taking the burned man carefully by the arm. "Now, Mr. Allegany, didn't Healer Springfield warn you about your experiments last week? You know that you have to add the eye of newt after you add the citrus blend, not before."

"I did!" Mr. Allegany, who now, since he was no longer snappy, seemed a lot like Mr Weasley. "I, just, think, I may have, um, forgotten to clean, um, my cauldron." He replied, slowly and sheepishly, like a child who knew they were about to be scorn.

"A dirty cauldron is an accident waiting to happen." The nurse scolded.

"I meant to wash it." He argued, but then the trio disappeared down the hall and the receptionist and I were no longer distracted by their conversation.

"It hurts." Lavender moaned again.

"What hurts sweetheart?" The receptionist asked her, gently leaning over the desk to look at her.

"I hurt," was Lavender's not so specific answer.

"She slid in her socks and hit her head on the oven door and the stone tile floor. I think she broke her arm and may have a concussion." I explained.

"Are you a healer?" The receptionist asked.

"Excuse me?" I said, startled. What did she mean by that? If I was a healer I could have avoided this whole hospital trip and taken care of her at home. "No,"

"Then why don't you leave the diagnosing to us, okay?" She said in her holier-than-thou voice.

One more comment like that and Lavender wouldn't be the only one needing medical attention.


I did not want to go to that lady's house.

I'd met her on several occasions.

The last time I'd seen her she was mad at me because my brother was dating a girl that used to date the Bulgarian seeker, and therefore was not pro-Irish, at least in the quidditch league.

I'm telling you, the lady has some screws in her head loose.

Forget loose, I think they're completely missing.

So that's why I stood on her front step admiring her lovely begonias.

Yes, I do know what begonias are.

I'm not that stupid.

Okay, fine I only know what they are because Katie made me help her plant them when she and George moved into their house. Happy now?

All right, I stalled about as much as I could afford to before I rang the bell. Bells that sounded suspiciously like the tune of the Irish national anthem started chiming and a lady of average height with auburn hair, she looked kind of like an older version of Skyler, answered the door.

"Can I help you?" Mrs. Finnegan asked, barely sticking her head out the door.

"Hello, Mrs. Finnegan. My name is Fred Weasley, I'm a friend of your son. I was actually looking for him."

"What's your business?" She asked, no opening the door any further.

"I'd really like to talk to Seamus." I answered.

She gave a little 'Humpfh!'. "This is my home and if you want to talk to him you will tell me why."

"Mum?" Seamus, from somewhere in the house, called. "Is everything all right?"

"Seamus!" I hollered, hoping he'd realized that his scary mother was practically holding me hostage on her front step. I noticed her wand was in hand, ready to attack if necessary.

"Fred?" Seamus asked, pulling the door all the way open.

"You know him?" His mother asked.

"I told you I knew him!" I repeated, but his mother ignored me.

"Mum, you've met Fred. He's Ron's brother." Seamus told her, inviting me in. I proceeded only after making sure that Mrs. Finnegan had pocketed her wand.

"Oh, right, him." She said with no note of pleasantness in her voice.

"We were just finishing up dinner." Seamus said, picking up the dishes and setting them in the sink. "Would you care for some? We have plenty." He asked, in much more proper tone than he ever would use if his mother wasn't in the room.

"No, I'm good. I actually have plans for dinner later. You need to come with me though." I said, trying to avoid the creepy watchful stare of Mrs. Finnegan.

"Why?" She asked, not blinking. Seriously, I don't think she blinked the entire time I was there.

"Lavender's had an accident."

"Is she okay?" Seamus asked, panicked.

"She'll be okay but Hermione took her to St. Mungo's." I explained.

"You left my future daughter in law in the care of Hermione, the liar?" Mrs. Finnegan asked, already grabbing her cloak.

"Mum, Hermione's not a liar." Seamus said, glancing around for his wand.

"She told me she supported Ireland but I read the papers, Seamus. She was with the Bulgarian Seeker."

"Mum that was nine years ago! Would you drop it already?" Seamus cried, frustrated.

"Seamus Patrick Finnegan! Do not use your slang with me! I'll "drop it" when I want to "drop it"!"

"Yes, ma'am." He muttered.


"Does this hurt?" Healer Shepard asked, touching her arm.

"YES!" Lavender screamed.

"It looks like a minor fracture. I'm still waiting for the results of the scans for the concussion. I'll be back in twenty minutes or so, all right? Nurse Huntzberger will be in to mend the fracture and then bandage it because it will still hurt for about a week or two even once we mend it."

"Thank you." I said as he left.

"Where is Seamus?" Lavender asked me, still cradling her hurt arm.

"He's coming." I told her though quite frankly I had no idea where he was. I sent Fred to go find him. We could be waiting until next week.


"Where is she?" Mrs. Finnegan asked, pounding her tiny little fist down on the receptionist's desk.

"Who ma'am?" The receptionist asked calmly, clearly used to dealing with frantic visitors like Mrs. Finnegan. Little did she know, with this one she was already in six feet over her head.

"My soon to be daughter in law, you incompetent idiot!" She hollered.

"Does this unlucky lady have a name?" The receptionist snapped back.

"Lavender Brown! The fiancé to Seamus Finnegan! This is Seamus Finnegan you're dealing with!" Mrs. Finnegan said, pushing her twenty three year old son closer to the desk.

Clearly the name meant nothing to the receptionist. "Your fiancé, Mr. Finnegan is on the fourth floor." Mrs. Finnegan didn't even wait for her to finish before stomping off towards the lift. Seamus quickly followed suit.

"Thank you." I told the receptionist.

"If you need tranquilizers later, come and find me." She said, motioning towards the fiery mother in law punching the lift buttons.

"I may just take you up on that offer." I smiled and headed towards them.

"Come on Weasley, we don't have all day!"

Mrs. Finnegan nearly took out three nurses, one healer, two dinner carts, and an elderly patient on her mad dash to Lavender's room. I think she beat Seamus and I there by a whole five seconds.

"LAVENDER! ARE YOU OKAY?" She called out. I entered the room to find Lavender practically suffocating to death by a hug.

"She didn't have any serious head injuries. Just some bruises and probably a headache for awhile." Hermione said.

"Did I ask you?" Mrs. Finnegan snapped.

"No." Hermione answered, bewildered.

"I didn't think so. Now, how are you Lavender? Look at this room! You are the fiancé of one of the top quidditch players in the league, in the world and they give you this room? You need at least two windows!"

"Mrs. Finnegan!" Lavender said, waving her now bandaged arm. "I'm quite all right. I'm leaving as soon as the healer comes back."

Mrs. Finnegan continued to ramble on about the windows to her son give Lavender ample time to grab me by the collar of my polo shirt and pull me close, hissing "What in Merlin's name were you thinking when you brought my mother in law?"

"Seamus was at her house! She practically interrogated me!" I hissed back watching Mrs. Finnegan grumble about the state of the posters in the room. "QUIDDITCH IS THE LEADING CAUSE OF HEAD INJURIES: PLAY WITH CAUTION" and "SLOPPY SPELLWORK SUMMONS SERIOUS SUFFERING"

"Quidditch is the leading cause of head injuries? Humpfh!" Mrs. Finnegan huffed, folding her arms over her chest. "Only for those unskilled players!"

"Never bring the mother in law!" Lavender hissed.

"Well, Miss Brown, I think it's okay for you to go home now. Some simple herbs should help the pain." Healer Shepard said, standing in the doorway.

"It's soon to be Mrs. Finnegan, not Miss Brown!" Mrs. Finnegan hollered.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were married." Healer Shepard apologized, looking at his clipboard.

"She's not yet." Hermione interjected.

"But she said…" The healer said.

"You don't want to travel down that path my friend, trust me." I warned him.


"Sorry our date didn't go too well." I apologized as Fred and I walked out of St. Mungo's nearly twenty minutes later.

"Are you kidding? Our night is going so much better than Seamus's and Lavender's. We don't have to leave with that lady!" He laughed, but still seemed sort of serious.

I leaned against his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around me. "Yeah, we're pretty lucky." I answered, but not quite for the same reasons.

"So I'm thinking we watch one of Oliver's dvd thingys? What do ya say?" He said. "There's this great one called The Bourne Identity. Those muggles are awesome!"

"Sounds like a plan." I answered, quite content on doing just about anything with him as long as he kept his arm around me.

"You will the love the scene with the car chase! It's brilliant! Absolutely spectacular!"

Absolutely spectacular. That's how I felt just at that moment.


Author's note: Ah, it's the end of another chapter. Just for those totally awesome readers who have read more than one of my stories, I included some familiar characters from my other fanfics, minor characters, but I thought it was a cool connecting factor. You know what, it's probably not cool, it's just me too lazy to come up with new names. Anyway, Skyler and Daniel Tierney were the married pair on the Irish team from Not According to Plan and Joel Pritchard is the Slytherin keeper from Hanging By A Moment.


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Dramaqueen72: They are officially together! Only took me eleven chapters…….sorry about that.

Padfootedmoony: There will be a Weasley/Hermione reunion like no other in one of the next couple chapters. I promise.

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Kiwi36: There is now romance! Well, a little in this chapter anyway, but more to come soon! Thanks again!

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Sandiwandi: Yeah, I'm hearing requests for that a lot. Here it is!

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If you have any time that you feel like using to read a fanfic, I have one called Hanging By A Moment that I would really some feedback on! Thanks!

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