Hello everyone, Delaney here. Sorry for the delay on this chapter, I had my cousin over then 4th of July and I had been preparing mentally for the last Harry Potter movie. Which was AMAZING. Anyway, I've been reading some George/Hermione lately and I've gotten quite a liking for them too now. So you can be expecting a Germione ( Heroge? Geomione? ) fic sometime soon. But I am going to Washington until next Wednesday so this will be the only update for awhile. But I am bring my laptop so I might be writing sometime during the trip. I probably will while I'm on the train to get there. Anyway sorry for this long A/N and I hope you enjoy the update. Don't forget to leave a review, I'll give you computer hugs. ;D

"Hermione," Fred began. "Meet me at the lake in 15 minutes?" he looked nervous, an emotion he rarely showed. Hermione didn't like it.

Classes had already ended for the day, and he had been fine all before that. What could have possibly made him so worried?

Despite that she put on a smile and nodded. She took Ginny with her into the common room. "Gin, can you help with my clothes? Fred asked me to meet him at the lake in 15 minutes ago, and that was five minutes ago."

"WHAT?" Ginny screamed.

She quickly began throwing a dress, strapless bra, and some white flats at her. "Hurry, get changed."

Hermione nodded slipping on the light yellow dress and white flats. The dress was strapless, and flattered her body nicely. She smiled a bit, hoping Fred would like how she looked.

Hermione walked, (more like ran) to the lake, seeing Fred standing with a bouqet of irises. Hermione smiled, feeling heat rush to her face. She walked up to Fred, and he handed them to her. "I have a reason that they are irises," he paused, looking nervous again. "They mean wisdom, and hope. Two qualities you posses."

Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes. She couldn't think, could barely breathe. He did this for her. "Thank you." she whispered.

"But I need to tell you something. George and I are going to be away for awhile. We are having to move to America for awhile. We are expanding our business, making a shop so some American wizards can make mischief." he smiled brightly before it faltered again, looking at her sad face. "I'm really going to miss you, Hermione. I've gotten used to being around you and I've really started to like you. I know this really isn't an ideal situation for either of us but I want you to understand that I like you, not because we were married on a whim, but because I like you for you."

Hermione felt a few tears leak out of her eyes. He really liked her? But he was leaving. She didn't know what she would do with him gone. "I like you too." she finally said, grinning up at him.

He smiled wide, leaning down and capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Hermione responded with everything she had, which wasn't much considering he was her first real boyfriend. Well, husband, I suppose. Hermione felt Fred's tongue brush against her bottom lip, and she granted him access happily. She finally decided her arms shouldn't be just by her sides and she wrapped them around his neck, playing with his fiery red hair.

Hermione was the one who eventually broke the kiss, looking at him. He grinned wide at her. Hermione finally felt the tears slip out of her eyes. What would she do without him? "'Mione..." he said softly, pulling him to her.

"What will I do with you gone, all the way to America?" she began. "I've already been a wreck with you just being at the shop, and that's not even that far away!"

Fred didn't realize how hard this would be on her. I mean, they were married, and he just broke it to her that he was moving to America. How did he expect her to take it? "I-I'll visit-"

"How?" Hermione shouted. "It's America, not just the shop. You can't pop in on Hogsmeade weekends, or visit me here like today."

Fred felt like a huge git. He was leaving his wife at school, moving to America for probably the better portion of this year, and he decided to drop the news on her like that. "'Mione, I swear on Merlin, Godric, God, whatever, that we will talk and I will see you." he straightened up. "I swear to it."

Hermione nodded a little. She nuzzled her cheek to his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Will you sleep in the dorm with me tonight? I don't want to be alone." she said quietly.

Fred smiled. "Of course." he whispered. "But first," he grabbed a small velvet box out of his pocket.

He handed her the box. "Open it."

Hermione opened the box and she gasped. There was a small otter, and it was playing with a hyena. And they were fighting over a small sapphire and a small diamond, Hermione's birthstone and Fred's birthstone. She placed her hand over her mouth, feeling tears well up in her eyes. "Fred..." she whispered. "It's beautiful."

He grinned, sliding it onto her finger. "I wasn't really able to get you an engagement ring, but I wanted you to be able to have one. I hoped you would like it. I know it's not much but I really do care about you a lot and I want you to know that. Whenever you feel this ring heat up, you'll know that I'll be thinking about you."

A few tears slid out of Hermione's eyes. "Thank you." she said at last, hugging him tightly to her.

Fred smiled, hugging her back and lifting her up, before tossing her in the lake. Hermione screamed, laughing a loud laugh. Fred grinned, but it faltered when Hermione swam up to the surface and grabbed his ankle, pulling him in with her. Fred laughed with her, before she began to speak. "Race ya."

She then swam under water, going towards the edge of the lake. Fred took off after her, grabbing her arm and spinning her around so she was facing him. He then proceeded to kiss her, and it was probably the best kiss that they have ever had. They swam up to the surface, climbing out of the water. They both did a drying charm before Fred looked at her. "Wanna stargaze?"

Hermione grinned, nodding her head. They laid down on the blanket, and Fred wrapped his arm around her. She snuggled into his chest, just like they had when she was living at the flat. Hermione slowly surrendered to sleep, getting the best sleep she had in the couple of weeks she had been away from her husband.

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Hermione woke up to blinding sunlight and strong arms holding her. She squinted her eyes open, looking around at her surroundings. She shot up when she saw she was still outside on the blanket with Fred. She looked at him, smiling a bit. He looked very peaceful when he slept, like an angel almost. She shook him lightly. "Fred, you need to wake up, we fell asleep out here."

Fred stirred a little, not waking up. Great. Hermione thought, shaking him a little bit harded. "Fred," she said louder, "You have to get up now."

"Five minutes," Fred groaned, grabbing Hermione down and pulling him to her.

She couldn't stiffle her giggle at this, but got up again form his hold. She shook him very hard. "Fred if you do not get up this instant I am leaving you here."

Fred then looked at Hermione with squinted eyes. "Fine," he said, standing up. "Happy?"

Hermione smirked at him, surprising him a bit. "Very." she said, grabbing his hand and making the blanket fold itself. She put a charm on the flowers so they would never die, and then picked all of the things up. "Let'd go back, Harry and Ron are probably wondering where we are."

Fred grinned down at her, liking the way her hand fit in his. Like it was meant to be like that. He liked it even more that she didn't let go of his hand.

Hermione and Fred found out that it was now time to go to Hogsmeade, so they hurried and soon found themselves at The Three Broomsticks. Harry and Ron were sitting at a table, and so Fred and Hermione walked over to them. "Mind if we sit?" Hermione asked.

"Not at all," Harry answered, scooting over by Ron so that Fred and Hermione could squeeze in.

Fred smiled at how close he and Hermione were sitting. He had to conceal his smile.

Then he came to the realization. He has it bad. He really liked Hermione, she was smart, funny, beautiful, he could go on for hours. It was strange to think that if they had never gotten married he would have never gotten to know her that well. Sure, he knew she was smart and beautiful, there was no doubt in that. But he never would have gotten to know the mischievious side, the shy side, or any of her sides. He would never have known.

But he was very glad that he did know.