"Here we are, Mione," I said as we apparated into the room with a *POP*.
"An arcade?" Mione screamed excitedly.
"You betcha. Mum used to take Georgie and I here when we were little so we would stop pranking our brothers for a little." I laughed, remembering all the fun times we used to have here.
It was a small, muggle arcade with all sorts of fun games, but my favorite had always been skeeball.
"I love it. Thank you," she said as we walked around. "Wanna play me in a game of skeeball? No magic allowed though."
"Oh heavens Mione, how am I supposed to crush you on our first date and expect you to stay with me?" I chuckled.
"Game on Fred Weasley." She kissed me on the nose and ran over to the area with rows upon rows of skeeball.
"Alrighty. Here's some coins. Have fun. Good luck, and don't be too upset about losing." I said jokingly. I handed her some coins and the game began.
"First ball Fred. Want me to show you how it's done or do you want to just wing it?" She teased.
"Oh believe me. I'm a champion. Game on." I said, a little bit of flirtation in my voice.
I rolled my first ball up the platform, 30 points. I looked over at Hermione's game. 40 points. I needed to step it up a little.
"Yeah you're the real champ now aren't you." Hermione teased.
"Shut up." I said as my next ball rolled into the 500 slot. "BOOM! Beat that. You can't, can you?"
Just then, Hermione's ball bounced out of the EXACT same hole and down to the 10. I felt a little bad. I just hit the jackpot, and my little Mione's ball betrayed her.
"Wow. Well we're going to have to have a rematch at this," she said.
The score was all tied up. I had won 8, she had won 8. This was it. All that was left was one final throw and we would determine the "date champ". I had 580 points and she had 490. All I had to do was not mess up, and pray she didn't get more than 100 points.
"You ready to lose, Mione?" I asked.
"Oh you wish. I'm going to hit that 500 and you're going to lose by at least 400 points," she teased, sticking her tongue out at me like a 4 year old child.
At that moment, we threw the balls up the ramp. *Clunk, *clunk*. My ball had fallen into the 100. YES! I thought. Then I looked over to Hermione who had the biggest grin on her face.
"BOOM! 500 Points. Beat that." She held her hand up to her forehead and made an L.
I playfully fought her until her arms were at my side, her fingers intertwined in mine, and I tried to kiss her. Right before our lips touched, she pulled back and laughed, calling me a loser and backing off.
"Only winners get to kiss these lips," she teased, backing off towards the air hockey tables.
"Bring your cute butt back over here and kiss me," I yelled across the arcade.
"If you wanna kiss me, you're going to have to stop being a loser," she teased me.
"Game on, Hermione!" I ran over to the air hockey table next to Hermione and immediately put 4 coins in the slot. I grabbed the puck and we began.
I scored the first 3 points with ease, before allowing Hermione to score the next 2. "You know, you're not going to win. Might as well just give up now," I said to her before scoring again.
"Well if I win, I win and I have you chasing after me, and if you win, I get to kiss you so I win again. Doesn't really matter to me which one happens." She giggled, and with all her might hit the puck straight across the table at me.
I blocked it, but with the amount of force she gave, it flew off the table.
"BLOODY HELL! OUCH!!" I heard scream from roughly where the puck had flown.
I ran over to see a blonde haired Slytherin standing there with a hand over his eye. "Malfoy? What brings you into muggle territory? You do realize this is muggle territory, right?" I asked, very confused that any Slytherin, nevermind a Malfoy, was being seen outside of the wizarding world.
"Well, um- I- um--" he stuttered.
"Well spit it out. Draco Malfoy loves muggles?" I chuckled.
"Well, not exactly. I- kinda hoped that, um- well I wanted to bump into Hermione to apologize for, um, calling her a mudblood. Truth is, I've always kinda liked the girl and was hoping…" THAT WEASEL!!! He came here to steal my girl. Granted, he didn't know she was my girl, but she is.
"Well she's here, and I'll let you apologize, but she and I are kind of on a date, so no, you can not have her. I swear to God, Malfoy, if you say anything more than I'm sorry, if you even begin to make a move on her, I will have your head on a stick." I could see the terror in his eyes as I said this, so I think he got the message that making a move on Hermione was not in his best interest.
We walked back over to the table where Hermione was waiting. "Fred, what took you so-- MALFOY? Fred why is Draco Malfoy here?"
"Listen Mione," Draco started. I glared at him.
"Only I get to call her Mione. After all, she is my own. Anyways, continue." I said, looking at her to see her blush and smile at the same time.
"Anyways, um- Hermione, I wanted to apologise for calling you a mudblood so often in Hogwarts. I feel really bad and I'm so sorry that I ever did that." He continued to tell her how sorry he was and then he stopped.
"I forgive you Malfoy, but I don't know if we can ever be friends. After all you've done, after all you've done to Harry and Ron and I. I do, however, appreciate the apology. Thank you." Hermione smiled, seeming content with his apology. "Now if you wouldn't mind, I have a date with a very handsome Weasley to get back to." I think she said that last part because she could feel the jealousy radiating off of me.
"Sorry we hit you in the face Malfoy, but truthfully you probably deserved that." I placed the puck back on the table and we continued once more.
I slammed the next two points into the goal, now up 5-2. "I told you, give up now Hermione. I'm a champion."
"And I told you Fred Weasley that no matter what, I win. I'm not giving up," she said teasingly as I allowed her to score another point. "Ha! See that?"
"Mione, you do realize you're still losing, right?"
"Yeah, but again, losing is winning."
"What if I don't let you kiss me because you're a loser?" I joked.
"Now, I know you would never do that, because you love me and you're too, well Weasley-Twin-like to do that."
"Well, you got me, but I find it offensive that you would accuse my brother and I of being mansluts."
"I never called you a manslut, Weasley."
"You basically did Granger. What else was that supposed to mean?" I slammed the puck into the goal with such force she felt it in her stomach.
"Ok fine. I did but I didn't really mean it. I was just trying to make a point. You wouldn't pass up on an opportunity to kiss me." She fired back, but I blocked it and it went in my goal.
"Boom! I win! Now get over here and kiss me, Mione." I said jokingly.
She walked around the air hockey table, but right as she went to wrap her arms around my neck, I turned. "SIKE! You thought. That's what you get for calling me a manslut."
"Oh come on, Fred. You know I didn't mean it. I was only teasing," she said, flirtatiously, but as much as I wanted to kiss her, it actually kind of upset me that the girl I love would call me a manslut. I don't care if it was a joke, it hurt me and I couldn't let her win.
"No Hermione. I really like you, and have for a long time, and I know that I haven't had any long-term relationships, but that doesn't make me a manslut. It's hard to be committed to someone, when you're really after someone else."
"Wait, did that actually hurt you? It was only supposed to be a joke. Fred, I would never say anything to hurt you. I really like you. A lot. Never forget that."
"It's okay. Just please never say that again. It sure doesn't feel good when the girl you like calls you a whore."
"I promise I won't do it again. Now will you kiss me?"
"Well since you asked…" I grabbed her by the waist, picked her up, and twirled her around, her arms and legs wrapping around me like a koala. Then our lips met in a passionate kiss, a moment I wished would never end.
Hope you enjoyed their first date. I want to start incorporating more characters but I felt like I definitely needed to give them a first date. Sorry it's been a little while since I posted. I wanted to make the date perfect.