Authors Note: At last it's here! Sorry for the wait... P.S. check the last Authors note out its important... You know after you read this chapter of course
Her mind was circling in different directions... Wrong? No. She was never wrong. He was lying the sneaky little...
"WRONG? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WRONG?" She spat out venomously her eyes shooting daggers at him. She looked ready to kill.
"I mean the statement you made is incorrect love. Better get used to it since we are going to be hanging with each other more often." He said simply as he walked to the corner he put his broom at earlier.
She was so infuriated. Not only did he practically insult her , But he was implying that she was going to be 'hanging' with him more. No, That's not how things work.
"Well what are you waiting for princess? Get on the broom!" He said laughing at her frozen in shock.
"Don't you 'princess' me you... You pompus little lying..."
"Woe, Woe there. Who's lying here?" He asked upraising his eyebrow with his mirthful bemused expression plastered on as he finally noticed just how mad she was that she had lost.
"YOU! You lied. I remember you telling me it was that I remember! I remember every single aspect of that day... In fact I remember every little detail of every single of our dates..." She stopped there and paled considerabley then began to mumble, "Our-Our dates, as in on a calendar... Dates that we've known eachother... Not romantic dates. No never because I loathe You.. I-I would never..."
"Oh really now? I thought we were friends? We had an absolutely splendid time the other day if I remember correctly... We obviously share many qualities." He said as he shrugged off what she said like it was nothing. But inside his head was spinning. Once again his attention was drawn to the Sapphire and emerald diamond ring present on her left hand.
It looked so perfect against her dainty milky white hand. So Perfect that only one thing could make her hand look any more perfect. And he decided to test this.
"Now, My Ow- Hermione Stop being a Pratt about it and get on this broom." He said with a cheeky grin and signature wink as he held his hand out to help her on his broom which was already levitating in the air.
She grumbled for a moment before complying. As her petite hand fit into his as if it they were pieces of a puzzle. Her touch was gentle and soft, yet so familiar. he remembered that touch. He remembered the gentle touch that would sooth him by stroking his back when he was angry. he remembered the touch ruffling through his ginger hair. He remembered it.
Again he has yet to actually experienced anymore memories, but he knew he could not possibly imagine such a thing. He knew that she was his and he plans for her to be his again and this time he will never let her go ever. He just wished he knew the entire story and why he can't remember anything.
She sat on the front of the broom and he slid on behind her wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin in her shoulder so he could see.
This felt right. Was all he could think. He had a strong urge to sniff her hair, but knew that would be taking this too far. He can't scare her away. Until he found out what happened to them in the past he has to treat her as if she were any bird he wanted to pursue.
"Fred, Y-You know I don't like Flying." She said timidly. He did know this he didn't know how but he knew it. But he also knew that they used to fly all the time, but he can't remember why.
He was racking his brain for answers and like an instinct he spoke the words of the worlds mot sappiest bloke," Don't worry My Own, I'll never let you fall not ever."
At that moment she looked behind her to see his face his piercing crystal eyes burning into her with a look of pure concentration. She saw it flash past his eyes. That look of lust and passion he had grown so accustom to seeing in his eyes. It was absent for so long and it flashed so quickly she almost missed it, but she saw it. She smiled a little and relaxed slightly. This was Fred. Her Fred would never let her fall, never drop her. And at least for this moment right now, with no one else around he was her Fred again. Or at least she can pretend he was Her Fred again.
Once he kicked off the broom she hid inside of his chest burrowing and shut her eyes as tight as they could. She grabbed his arm in her tiny hand and squeezed it.
Fred now knew why he would ever take her flying right now in this moment. He felt like a superhero. He felt like she needed him and he knew he was the only one to save her the way she buried herself in his chest. He knew this was not a one time thing. He knew they would have to do this more often.
He used one hand to rub soothingly on her back and she mumbled something that was muffled by his shirt.
"What was that ,love?" He asked.
"It's strange isn't it?" She said peaking up at him from her burrow. Her big brown eyes appeared to be the epitome of innocence.
He smirked unknowingly and said, "Not in the slightest of ways, My Own."
He could see her eyes begin to water and he did the only thing he could think to do in the situation. He bent down closely. She could feel his warm breath touch her ice cold skin. It prickled everyone of her nerves. She forgot in that moment how terrified she was and once he was close enough she let her eyes flutter shut and ever so slightly...
Nothing. No lips no Fred she opened her eyes and he smirked as he whispered in her ear, "Hold on tight ,Love."
"Wait Fred, What are you..." Was all she go out before she let out a blood curdling scream. He began to spin in loops as they soared through the night sky and she help onto him more then ever. She subconsciously dug her nails into the back of his neck. He didn't seem to notice either.
Once they landed She stood still in place not ready yet to open her eyes.
"We are on the ground, love."
"Are we really? You better not be tricking me. I swear to Merlin..."
"Just opn your sparkling eyes and shine your dazzling smile."
"I'll show you a dazzling smile you pompus little..."
He grabbed both her arms and laughed a little,"Did you have fun tonight."
"Oh yes being trapped in a tower for hours talking about you then nearly falling to my death was so much fun." She said sternly
"Well if you didn't wanna talk we could have always cause our own kind of Mischief." he said with a suggestive smirk and waggle of his eyebrows.
"Don't flatter yourself There is a long list of guys I'd like to be trapped in a tower with and hunny, you aren't even close to the top." Hermione said with a wink.
"You wound my ego oh so much you evil little witch."
"Don't worry your ego is large enough to take one measly hit." She told him dryly.
"Your words would wound me a lot more, you know if they were the truth."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I know you Herms... I know of your secret plan to lock me in the closet and snog me senseless."
"Fred, the only reason I cooperated with you today was to get my wand back... Don't think your charm actually worked on me." She said with a roll of her eyes.
"Oh yeah? So your saying that..." He paused as he got much closer to her so that there was only a toothpick of space between them, "this has no effect on you?"
He flashed her his look that he perfected over the years and what she did next shocked him to his very bones.
She kissed him. He was too shocked to comply at first but after 3 seconds of her sweet soft lips crushed against his moving rhythmically and desperately he couldn't hold back. His eyes fell shut and hands entwined in the soft curls of her hair.
This kiss for him was unexplainable. You know how some people say they hear bells or see Fireworks. For him it was like the entire orchestra chimed in at the fourth of July. The kiss was perfect.
Then she broke it off. He kept his eyes shut just a moment longer to savor the sweet taste and feel of her lips.
He cracked open his eyes to find her smirking at him her arms crossed foot tapping," I Told you Fred, your moves don't work on me."
She put a hand to her hips and began to walk away feeling vindicated. He watched her go still frozen in spot. The kiss was perfect. He fire, her attitude was perfect. She was perfect. He loved everything about her and what scared him the most is that he could point out a million qualities in her that he hated, but together they made the person he always wanted they made Hermione and he was in love with her... Great merlin help him. But he knew one thing for a fact. That kiss was not a one night thing she felt it as well. And she was going to be his again.
Hermione had managed to make her way back up to her dormitory. She stepped over and sat onto her bed and it wasn't until she ran her thumb over the ring she still wore on her left hand that she let the first tear fall from her chocolate eyes.
Her progress was now all lost. She could feel her chest clench tightly and swore to merlin she felt her heart being whipped once more. She was trying so hard to forget him and it was starting to work. She wasn't as emotional anymore. Now within one night he brings her back to stage one.
Cant he tell how torn she is? Cant he see what effects he has on her. He is tearing her apart driving her to the brink of depression once more. No, she knows she will never be the same. She will never be the witch she was but she has accepted that and she was ready to move on.
But then the memories kick in. Years worth of heartbreakingly painful memories. If she goves up and starts falling for another guy is she giving up on him? He would never do such things to her. Ever. He loved her. She was his Fiancée and she was still his. Not this Fred's but her Fred's. She loved Fred and always will, but there was a distinct difference between Fred and Her Fred.
Mainly being Her Fred was hers. He loved her and no one could stop that. She couldn't betray him. That was final. More tears began to flow as her memories came back to her.
She was supposed to go to a dance tomorrow? A dance where she would inevitably see and speak with Fred? The same ball that made her fall for him. She had to go. For Ginny. It would also give her some sort of Closure would it not?
Her Thoughts roamed all over as she sat in her bed. The time ticked as she became overwhelmed with memories and thoughts of What if.
The bottom line was. She missed Fred. She loved Fred. She will never get over him. She can never have him again. She had to find someway to live on without breaking down and crying every time they spoke. SHe had to start all over with her healing process. How many times will she have to do this? How much longer until she is herself?
But not once did she ever think why not me? Why didn't I lose my memory because as much as it killed her and pained her. Those memories are her treasures. She would never want to forget. She would never imagine the years with Fred not happening. They were the happiest times of her life. They were her source of happiness when everything was impossible. She would never wish them away. She would never ask Why me.
Fred wasn't in the mood for the dance earlier but he went to humor his brother. Besides He already had a date and he couldn't let her down. That was not the weasley-twin way. He was excited to be able to dance with Angelina. Also the Weird Sisters were playing. It didn't get much more brilliant than that. But they had to wait until the traditional dance by the yule ball participants was up.
He looked over and saw his baby Brother standing rather nervously with that one ravenclaw twin from his year. He was rather surprised he was not with Hermione. George and him were sure he had a thing for the little bookworm. Now that he thought about it he recalls Ron complaining about how pathetic it was to lie about already having a date. He silently chuckled at the thought.
If Ronniekins can get a date Hermione would have no problem. She wasn't exactly pretty. He never really looked at her that way, but she was not ugly. He looked at her enough times to know that.
Right at that moment Angelina nudged him with her arm and said in a hushed tone, "Is that... Is that Hermione Granger? Your brother's friend?"
He looked to the staircase she was gesturing to and his breath caught in his throat.
Was it too late to retract his statement? Scratch the idea of her not being pretty. She was downright gorgeous. Stunning to say the least. She far above ron on the spectrum. She was even above him. To make it all worse attached onto her dainty arm was none other than Victor Krum. He was someone worthy of her, just barely though.
Her wild hair was pinned up and only partially down and she wore a pink-violet dress with ruffles along it. She wore little make-up and for the first time in his life he saw her wearing high-heels. She was easily the most beautiful girl in that room even with Fleur standing right behind her.
His thoughts were then interrupted by George.
"Fred? What do you think?"
Fred looked to his brother puzzled and asked, "Sorry What was that? I was-erm- thinking."
"Angelina or Fleur?" George asked Gesturing his Glass to Fleur.
Fred looked beside him and it was then he noticed Angelina left to go talk with Katie at the punch table. McGonagall was introducing the champions.
He replied quickly, "Fleur, hands down."
"Agreed. I think Fleur beat out every hot girl in the room. Objections?"
Lee only nodded his head and Fred's eyes nearly leaped out of his brain. Could they not see Hermione?
"What about Hermione? I mean she looks bloody amazing tonight I'm not saying she's Fleur Good, but I think she could give Angelina or Katie a run for their money." Lee said.
George turned to look at His date and Angelina. "That's easy Lee, no question there."
Fred let out a sigh. He wasn't the only one who thought of Hermione so highly in this moment.
"I know Georgie. It's not even a competition there." He paused as he looked back to Hermione and George at Angelina.
Fred said, "Hermione." And the same moment he said that George said,"Angie."
"You think HERMIONE? Looks better then her?" George asked him with wide eyes.
"You Don't?" Fred said in reply.
"Wow Freddie. What about Fleur and Hermione? Hmm?"
"Well..."
"You are not seriously telling me that..." He never heard the end to that sentence as Angelina and Katie came back.
"Telling you what George?" Angelina asked.
He shrugged it off and pulled Katie to the dance floor.
Fred smirked and noticed Hermione and Viktor dancing on the floor to the weird sisters as well.
"Lets dance Angie." He said as he began walked to the floor without her.
"Uhm Sure." She said as she tried to keep up with him.
They were all crammed together as a few songs went on he slyly moved next to Hermione. and she looked up at him and smiled widely her big brown eyes sparkling with mirth.
he was just about to say something when Angelina tapped his shoulder angrily as she said,"Im rather thirsty Fred!"
He let out a grown and looked back to Hermione, "Save me a dance got it bookworm?"
"Sure thing,' She said smiling her glistening smile making her all the more radiant.
He followed Angelina to the drinks and when they were done he went to search for Hermione but she was lost. He waited all night. Not sure why. he wasn't making it obvious that he was practically stalking her but he was becoming seriously curious as to where she'd have gone.
It was now very late and everyone had left with the exception of a few stray students. Even Angelina left with Katie and George... His own twin.
Hermione was with Krum... Krum was 18 Hermione only a young 15 year old girl. She was naïve to the horrible disgusting mind of a teenaged boy and Krum fit in that category oh too well.
He was with Hermione. What if he talked her into... Or what if he was making her... No no. Hermione was too smart right? But her slef esteem isn't so high... Oh great Merlin he had to find her and he had to find her right NOW.
He didn't search for long as he began to run out of the room. He skidded to a sudden hault when he saw her weeping on the staircase.
His stomach dropped down to his feet and his hear began racing. No. He didn't if Krum so much as moved a singled hair on her beautiful head he was going to crush her.
He took a good look at her. Her tamed hair was now back in it's original state her make up was running down her face in streams of black. and her face was completely flushed as she sobbed on the floor. Her dress was ruffled and her shoes off and by her side.
"Hermione?" He asked her uneasily.
"W-what do you want F-Fred?" She said trying to desperately dry her eyes.
He sat beside her and looked at her in sympathy and wonder. How could she still look breathtaking? How could she still be so beautiful?
"Was it Krum?" He choked out trying to sound emotionless as possible but coming off as concerned and scared which is actually how he was feeling.
"Krum? N-no. He was a gentleman.. It w-was R-r-ron."
"I'm bloke of a brother? Great Merlin I'm killing the little prat the minute I get my hands on him!" Fred said as he leapt up. Hermione put her hand on him to calm him and said, "F-Fred?"
"Yeah?"
She sniffled once and replied, "Not to sound ungreatful or anything, but why are you S-so upset? You never cared about me before."
Why is he so upset? That's a good question. He felt such an intense wave of jealousy he was so mad? Why? it was Just Hermione!
Yeah just the beyond brilliant and stunningly gorgeous, funny, courageous girl that he always wanted.
Where the bloody hell did that come from?
He looked at her and held out his hand to help her up. To his surprise she took it. He pulled her close to him and he looked into her eyes.
He took his sleeve and cleared all the smudged make up off of her face and smiled.
"There's the little bookworm."
She immediately looked down as if he insulted her.
He tilted her chin back up to him and said, "Hey, don't you ever take that as an insult your bloody brilliant that doesn't make you ugly. Bookworm is a good thing."
The corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly but her eyes still held doubt.
"You're breathtaking. Not pretty not beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking. And you don't need make up and high heels to be that way. You give off a glow that's just so... addicting to be around."
No one ever saw me like you do All the things that I could add up too I never knew just what a smile was worthBut your eyes say everything without a single word
'Cause there's somethin' in the way you look at me It's as if my heart knows you're the missing pieceYou make me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be I never know what you see But there's somethin' in the way you look at me
He then heard the song begin to play and said with a smile," I believe you owe me a dance, bookworm."
She smiled and nodded her head. SHe hummed the song which caused him to smile widely
"If I could freeze a moment in my mind It'll be the second that you touch your lips to mine I'd like to stop the clock, make time stands still' Cause, baby, this is just the way I always wanna feel."
Fred thought how perfect this moment right here was and knew how the singer must be feeling. If he could he'd live like this forever. It was blissfully perfect
They danced to the song silently Fred only focused on the tiny hands twirling his hair and the way her slim petite form fit perfectly in his arms. How she made him feel so bloody amazing. This couldn't be their only moment. He knew she had to be his and once she was. He'd never let her go. He promised himself in that moment that he didn't care if meant petty arguments or bickering, Scolding or studying. He would do whatever it took to feel this way again. To feel so complete again.
It all happened in a blur of emotion and sappiness but right now. He was hooked. There was no going back.
When the song was about to end he asked, "Would you mind terribly if I asked you out to the next hogsmead trip?"
"I'd love that Fred." She said looking up at him. Her chocolate eyes gleaming as the last words of the song played.
"The way you look at me"
Fred smiled as it ended and he said, "your eyes are so beautiful. It looks like they are sparkling and just... I can't believe my git of a brother made you cry."
"I can't believe how sweet you are... Thank you Alot. It meanest the world to me."
"Just don't tell anyone I went soft on you I got myself an image." He said in faux coolness .
"of course not we can't have thnow image ruined now. Don't worry your secrets safe with me." She said before placing a chast kiss on his cheek and wishing him a splendid night.
WAKE UP YOU BLOODY BLOKE THE DANCE IS IN 2 AND A HALF HOURS! He heard a voice scream in the distance
the voice was familiar and slowly the school began to decade and he cracked an island open to find the source of the distant voice. He now seen his four poster bed and quid ditch poster... A dream? That was a dream?
No it couldn't have been JUST a dream it was more... Oh we'll he'd think about it after he had only 2 house to make his self perfect and he needed to find his hair gel still.
Authors note: Hows that? Ik I promised the ball but there is just not enough room too much happens at the ball for me to fit it and I refuse to cut it out. So next chapter shall be the ball... Now I seriously do have it all typed out I could post it today but I made myself promise I WILL NOT UPDATE UNTIL I GET 5 REVIEWS! So review please the sooner I get them the sooner I post the next one and its a good one!
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