A/N: I know, I know, I am horrible, I used to be so quick with updates too. Sooo I know I promised the wedding this chapter BUT after the turn last chapter took I decided to do a little filler chapter. As always I appreciate your devotion and patience with me. Also I have a one shot out there and plan to write a few more so go take a look and let me know what pairings you would like to see.
Chapter 19 Flashbacks Anyone?
I woke in his arms on the floor, my head rested against his shoulder. It all rushed back to me, the toothpaste, the damn toothpaste had caused all this. Okay so maybe not the toothpaste but what it had meant. Fred. It had always been Fred, the freshly mown grass of the Burrow, where Fred lived with Ron, the parchment, not solely due to my bookish nature but that of his scribbling's of many a prank to come, and spearmint toothpaste, his toothpaste. It all suddenly made sense. How had Ginny known all this time? Thinking back she could remember the first time her and Ginny had discussed Fred, the summer before the Triwizard Tournament.
"Ginny, Ginny don't be ridiculous it was an accident."
"Oh sure Hermione, you just accidently walked into the bathroom and saw George in the shower" thee redhead laughed as she threw a pillow at me.
"Well firstly Fred, not George, merlin Gin they are your brothers how can you not tell them apart, Secondly, I didn't see anything I screamed and ran out the second I saw his.. face and thirdly for that matter just let it go we are going to be late for the cup if you don't hurry up!"
I had spent that year denying any crush I had on the mischievous twin and Gin had never really believed me. It was just a 2 years later that I smelt Amortentia for the first time.
"You okay Mia?" I looked into the brown eyes above me, that beautiful speck of green glowing.
"It's you, it's always been you. Freshly mown grass, parchment and spearmint toothpaste."
He leant down to kiss me forehead and whisper softly in my ear.
"Parchment, dust and…" He paused taking a deep breath in, "Lilac."
It took me a moment to process what he had just said, parchment obvious, the dust of the many books I read and the lilac perfume I wore.
"When? When did it start to smell like me?" I asked confused.
"My first day of 6th year potions." Fred smiled wildly at me.
"But, that was? I was a 4th year….." then it hit me. "The bathroom?"
"The bathroom."