A/N: I know I know it has been nearly 3 months! If I am being honest I haven't had much motivation to write, but as we near 50 reviews, 100 favourites and 200 follows I decided to keep going with this story. We are nearing its end. I want to write their wedding next and after that will be a series of time jumps, such as their honeymoon, buying their first home, etc. I will not be writing Ron and Lavenders wedding. If there is anything you would like to see review or pm me.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Chapter 18 Amortentia.

It felt weird being in my final year yet not staying in the castle. Ginny and I would walk from Hogsmead to the castle each morning and the boys would go about their days. I couldn't believe that my two best friends were married and that I would be in a mere 3 weeks.

George and Angelina's wedding had just been and it was every bit the spectacle we had expected, complete with fireworks of the twins own invention and a prank or two. Fred had never looked prouder of his twin as he stood next to him on the big day. However this meant that Fred now had twice the work to do as his twin honeymooned with his new bride and friend of 9 years. Georgie would be back soon though as Angelina had promised it would only be for a short while due to the close proximity of the weddings.

Both Fred and I would come home exhausted and fall into one another's arms. As days turned into nights and nights turned into days I feel myself becoming more and more comforted by his presence. School is school and whilst I have still found myself sitting in the library losing myself in books as I once did, I no longer feel as though Hogwarts is my home. Home is where Fred is, it is coming home and having him kiss my cheek and embrace me. Soon I would be Mrs Hermione Weasley and if I was being honest with myself I couldn't be more thrilled.

So here I sit by the fire in the home I share with my fiancée. My birthday in a week and my wedding in three. Life could not be better. If only this darn positions essay would hurry up and be done. Amortentia. What a pointless potion and a pointless assignment. As I tried to tell the new potions teacher we covered it in sixth year but apparently we all need to revisit it. Warm arms wrap around me and I look up to find Fred grinning foolishly down at me.

"Evening Granger." A playful smirk pulling at his lips.

"Oh, so I am Granger again am I?"

"Well I don't have long left to call you that now do I?" leaning forward he presses a kiss to my forehead.

"I suppose not." Sighing happily I turn in my chair to face him.

"Amortentia? What's the matter Granger? Scared it won't smell like me"

I see the cocky grin on his face and decided to have a little fun. "Oh no, not at all. I am well aware it will smell like George, being the good looking twin and all."

It is all I can do to keep a straight face as he comprehends my words. When his eyes drop and he pulls his best puppy dog look I finally break, laughter taking over me. Picking me up he places me in his lap, burying my head into his shoulder I think of the last time I smelt Amortentia. Parchment, freshly mown grass and spearmint toothpaste. I had never been able to fully place those smells to a person. I had originally thought they met Ron as the freshly mown grass had reminded me of the Burrow.

I sat in class wondering how in 2 years the scent of what I found most attractive had not changed, yet who I was with had. I spoke to Ginny and she just laughed and told me to think about it. I went about my day as normal, her words ringing in my end. She acted as if the answer was so obvious.

It was late and Fred had locked himself in his office doing paperwork. I prepared for bed and noticed I was out of toothpaste. I had used the same brand since I was a child, it reminded me of my parents and in some strange way I felt as though it linked us. I made my way down the hall and knocked on the office door.

"Come in Mia" Fred called out.

Opening the door, the smell of parchment filled the air and I smiled seeing Fred hunched over, covered in ink splotches from the day's work.

"Freddie, I'm out of toothpaste…. Can I borrow yours tonight?" I looked slightly embarrassed; Fred kept his toiletries separate to mine, something about leaving something's till marriage.

"Of course darling." With a quick accio it was in his hand. "Here Mia."

He handed me the tube and I looked down at the label.

"Spearmint?" was the last thing I remembered saying before I fainted.