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/~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 3: Being Around Him~~~~~~~~~~~~\\
Over time Fred continued to visit Hermione, and he began to enjoy himself very much with each visit. Fred knew he was risking his life by coming to see her, but for some reason he could care less. Every night he spent with her he felt his heart speeding, and his mind race with possibilities.
He had been alone for over a thousand years, and had gone without the loving companionship of a woman for a long time. Sure he indulged in a bit of sex here and there, but it just wasn't enough to satisfy his need for company.
His brother George had found a bird, quite some few years ago and was becoming quite serious with her. Fred would see them on the couch entwined by the limbs and sharing warmth and he wondered if he would ever find someone like that.
Fred is pretty sure he's found her… Looking at his Hermione made his heart flutter and his stomach clench. She was something unlike anyone he's ever met. She brilliant, kind, and not to forget she is breath taking. Fred had bed some of the most lovely women in his world… But what he wouldn't give to have her in his bed, even for one night. He would worship her body like it was a temple.
Over the next month, Fred continued to come back to Hermione each night as he promised. At first it was slightly weird to have the opposite sex in her room, since the only man to ever come into her room had been her dad or her little cousin Adam who was a total brat. But apparently it was natural to Fred, to be in a females room. But after some time she actually looked forward to his nightly visits. She would think of him the next morning during breakfast, on her ride to school, and even during some classes. She began to confide in Fred about her pompous teachers and the terrible kids in school. Most of the night she would go on about her life since he never indulged anything about his own. But by the end of their union she would end their meeting with a guess on what he was. She had guessed everything from werewolf, to alien, hell even a ghost! But really she could care less about what he really was. He was her friend now and whatever he could be, she could care less.
At least she wanted them to stay friends.. Or maybe more… Damn she was so confused! One night he just did the simplest of things, such a brush her hair from her face, and she was dying for more of his touch.
One day during her study hall periods she slipped into a slumber, while leaning on her hand. It was one of those short naps where you were aware of everything around you, and could hear the sound of pencils scribbling on papers, and the dull murmur of voices as some tutors went over some work with other students. She just wanted a moment to rest her eyes since the night before Fred stayed pretty late, while listening to her ramble about how she got Crookshanks. She knew she mustn't be staying up so late, but she loved having Fred around.
As she felt the hard chair under her she let out a yawn and was about to slip deeper into sleep when she felt a hand brush the back of her hair to the side. Swatting her hand behind her for some kind of breeze she ignored it. But then the touch of another hand rested on her shoulder and clenched it slightly. She cracked open her eyes a bit and looked to her side, only to see the boy next to her buried into his book, taking notes. Closing her eyes again she felt the touch of an arm snaking around her stomach and caress her side ever so softly. Hermione bit her lip as she tilted her head back and felt fingers trace her neck. It traced her vein downward, until it was resting above her chest. She breathed deeply when she felt something catch the tip of her ear and breath into it.
Opening her eyes again, she felt the hands disappear, and looked over shoulder to just see a bookshelf. No one around her was even looking at her. She stretched her back and tried to focus her eyes down onto the book. But ever so slowly her eyes drifted shut and the hands were back. Moving over her stomach and chest to her neck and back down. She leaned back into her chair and was about to let out a moan when she felt something wet slide across her neck and she gasped and jumped up so fast she knocked her chair over behind her. Everyone in the room looked up to see what the commotion was.
Hermione's face was beet red as she looked around to meet many confused eyes.
"Sorry" She waved and fixed her chair and pulled her book up to cover her red face.
After a minute of letting everyone go back to work, she reached a hand up and ran it down her neck, expecting to feel something wet, but there was nothing, just a cold spot.
Shaking herself out of it she excused herself for a drink in the hallway to try and wake herself up.
That night she talked to Fred about her day and blushed as she admitted to falling asleep in study hall.
"I never do things like that ever… But I guess I was just a bit tired" She admitted.
"It's fine to take naps… I took one today as well" He smiled cheekily to her and she wondered if he had any perverted dreams… Probably not.
The next day Hermione bolting up the stairs after her dinner with her mother, got into the shower and changed into her pajamas. She brought her clothes with her from now on when she showered, just incase Fred was early. When she walked into her room, lo and behold, Fred was relaxing across her bed, looking at her photo album. When she was thirteen her great aunt sent her a lovely brown and gold photo album so she could fill up with pictures. Her father then got her a Polaroid camera that developed the pictures for you. She remembered she would capture any moments with her family, even the boring moments.
"Your hair was… big" Fred gazed up to her with a charming smile and she shivered at the warmth of his gaze but sat next to him on the bed and looked to the album. Each page holds four photos and these four were of her when she was fourteen. They were a series of pictures of her and her family having a picnic out in the park. Smiling fondly to them she pointed to the picture of her and her dad, he was hugging her and holding the camera in an outreach to get them both in the shot.
"That's my dad" She sighed as the page and Fred nodded.
"You have his eyes" He looked back to the picture.
"And his stubbornness I'm told" She giggled and Fred shook his head with a smile.
"Do you still take pictures?" He asked softly.
"Not much…" She leaned over Fred's lap to the nightstand by her bed and opened the bottom drawer where her old Polaroid camera sat with a few other trinkets. Sitting back straight she never noticed the blush go across Fred's face.
"What is that thing?" Fred's eyes looked to the object and Hermione just smiled.
"A Polaroid camera. Smile!" She did what her father did in the picture and put an arm around Fred's neck and pulled him close to her with one hand while the other held out and snapped the picture. Fred blinked as spots came in and out of his sight. A murmuring sound was heard as the camera slowly spat out a square photo. Hermione took it and shook it lightly to dry the ink. Next she held it up and smiled at it. She looked so plane and natural in the photo, smiling like she always did, but Fred's face was what made her laugh. His eyes were wide like a deer caught in headlight but an amused smile played on his lips.
"Oh that just won't do" Fred took the camera and did the exact pose Hermione did but this time he was ready. The photo that came out was both of them laughing at his previous photo. Taking the photo that printed out, Hermione placed it on a blank page of the photo album while handing the first one to Fred.
"Here" She handed it to him and shut her album while standing to put it away on the book shelf she had.
"So how was school?" Fred looked down to the photo he was given with a fond smile.
"Ugh! Terrible! I hate it there! Winter break starts tomorrow luckily. All day I had to put up with listening to Chase talk about his summer home out on the coast. Seriously he had the nerve to actually ask me to attend it with his family! Ugh" Hermione rolled her eyes and Fred chuckled.
"What is winter break?" Fred watched her as she walked around her room, placing the clean clothes her mother washed into the closet.
"It's a week long break before school starts back up. It's mostly because Christmas is coming soon" She hung up a sweater and looked to Fred.
"Hm…" He looked to the ceiling.
"Do you know what Christmas is?" She put her hands on her hips and he busted out laughing.
He never really talked about himself but he mentioned he was from a far away place.
"Of course! My family celebrates it every year" He looked as if he were in a fond memory.
"Well-" Hermione gasped when she heard her name called from downstairs.
"Hermione!" The voice called as feet were heard on the stairs.
"Oh gosh Fred hi-" Hermione turned but saw no one on the bed and gasped as her door was opened by her mother.
"Mom! What are you still doing up?" Hermione felt her heart quicken at almost being caught.
"I just got a call from your aunt Jenny! Her husband Peter got into an accident on his way home from work." She looked very sad.
Aunt Jenny was her mothers younger sister, and Hermione's most disliked aunt. Jenny had five children and always rubbed that fact in her mothers face. Hermione's mother Emily was diagnosed by many doctors and was proclaimed to be barren. Her parents tried for years to have a child, but no use. They gave up and a year later found out Emily was pregnant. Doctors all said it was a miracle, and even told her parents she might not live past the 9 months. But Hermione was delivered a healthy bouncing baby, much to her parents happiness. But her Aunt Jenny always called to announce she was pregnant again with more children. She would talk about having many children is a blessing and felt bad for those who couldn't experience it.
"That's terrible" Hermione wondered where this was leading.
"Jenny has to be by his side for a few days so she asked if I could come up and watch her children." She looked flustered at the idea of so many children.
"Oh… when do we leave?" Hermione felt dread seep into her stomach.
"You're not coming. I don't know how long I'll be gone so there's no telling if school will start back while I'm still gone." Emily looked sad almost.
"Ok mom. When do you leave?"
"Tonight, I was packing while I was on the phone with her. I called a taxi and it'll be here soon. I left money in my jewelry box to hold you over with food or emergency. All the numbers are written on a paper on the fridge, I even left a few-" Emily was counting off but Hermione rolled her eyes and hugged her mother.
"It's all right mom. I've been home alone before." She said and her mother returned the hug.
A honk was heard and she broke away.
"That's my ride! I'll lock the door on my way out. I'll also call when I get there! Love you very much!" Emily kissed her daughter on the head before turning and leaving.
"So spending your holiday alone?" Fred asked from his spot on her bed and she jumped and grabbed her heart.
"Stop doing that!" She turned and finally realized he was right. Christmas was only 5 days away… Sadness came across her face but she felt arms wrap around her in a tight hug.
"It'll be fine. You have me" He smiled down at her and she felt her heart swell.
"I do?" She looked up into his eyes and she could swear a fire was building in her belly.
"Yes" He leaned down and kissed the top of her head like her mother did.
"Fred…" She felt breathless.
Releasing her he walked to the window and looked out of it.
"I can't be out late tonight. I have to leave." He sighed and she gasped.
"But… what about my guess?" She asked quickly.
"Give it to me" Fred crossed his arms and smirked.
"I-… I don't know…" She blushed and Fred sighed heavily.
"Hermione… I think you know what I am" He looked down and then back to her.
"I have no idea what you mean" She looked away. It was the truth… kind of. She wasn't sure what he could be. But she had been making mental notes during her time with him. Nothing added up though in the end. Right when she figured she had him to a T, he would shake his head no.
"Hermione… you're not stupid, in fact you are brilliant"
"Thank you" She smiled proudly.
"You are most welcome… But I must go" He turned but she reached out and grabbed his wrist.
"I have my guess" She whispered and he turned to her.
"I knew it" He smiled and cocked his head.
"You're a man, my friend, and a bloody good listener" She smiled softly and his face fell.
"So you don't care what I am?" He sounded so confused.
"No I care, but I care about you, not what you are but who you are" She sat on the bed and he sank down next to her.
"That's a profound way of looking at it Mione" He smirked.
"It's just how I see you."
"Hm interesting" Fred took her hand into his own and leaned forward.
"Not really, it's just basic thought and-"
"No you ARE interesting" He was so close and her breathing was hitching slightly.
"Um I talk to much" She glanced down to their hands.
"Not at all" She was an inch from touching his lips with her own when her gaze shifted up to see red eyes looking into her own. Gasping she jerked away and flew back onto the floor in shock.
Quickly Fred closed his eyes and rubbed at them furiously.
"F-fred! What! Your eyes!" She quickly stood and brought her hand to her mouth as she watched the worry etch across his face.
"I have to go" He kept his eyes away from her gaze.
"They turned red! Like the man that attacked you!" Slowly she moved closer to him as her mind raced. The man in the forest moved fast like Fred did, had glowing eyes like Fred's were just now, and both of them were super strong. But that man drank her blood… and had fangs… Gazing up at him slowly she moved until her hand reached out and grasped his shoulder and moved around to hold him in place as she moved to stand in front of him. He gazed down at her now with soft pink eyes that were fading back to their original color.
"Fred… you're a vampire?" She asked softly and watched as he sighed and nodded.
"I am"
Silence filled the room as Hermione took all the information in. Slowly she grasped his face in both of her hands and smiled at him.
"I win" She wanted him to know that everything was the same and she didn't think of him any different then she did five minutes ago.
"Are you frightened?" He cocked his head.
"Of a softie like you? Never" Hermione watched his face break out into a grin. She was going to let go of his face but he moved forward and claimed her lips as his own in a passionate kiss that sent her mind reeling back.
In all of Hermione's years alive, she had never been kissed so passionately. Wait actually she had never been kissed at all. She read about first kisses and heard they were suppose to be awkward and slow. But Fred was kissing her like the world was about to end and this was his last moment with her. She didn't know when she started kissing him back, but her arms were around his neck and her foot actually did the princess pop. When she realized her foot was in the air she cursed herself and plopped it right back onto the ground. Suddenly the chiming of the grandfather clock downstairs was heard and Fred broke away, leaving Hermione gasping for air and logic.
"It's midnight already?" He looked to her clock on the nightstand and cursed under his breath.
"What… hu?" Hermione was still reeling from the kiss that had set a fog over her brain.
"I have to go, Um. I'll see you tomorrow night" He pulled away and went to the window.
Hermione didn't know much about first relationships. I mean hell she just had her first kiss, only a minute ago, and it was with a freaking vampire! But she would be damned if he stole her first kiss and then try to run out on it.
"Oh no you don't! Fred-" She gasped when he ran to the window and jumped down from it.
She should have waited until the next night for him to return. But that just wasn't how she rolled. Reaching out she snatched her black pea coat from the hook by her door and ran down the stairs. Slipping on her black flats that were by the door she flew out of the house and slammed the door. Grabbing her bike she took off down the road that lead to the forest. Once out of the village she peddled faster then she had ever before.
"Rat bastard! Thinking he can steal my first kiss and leave before explaining!" She muttered angry thoughts under her breath. The more she peddled the more she felt angry at the prospect that he would do this. She wasn't just some girl that can be silenced with a kiss and pushed to the side until he felt like using her again. When she caught him, she was going to kick him in the shin and make her thoughts known.
But what she didn't know was the patch of ice that sent her sliding forward like her first time. Her bike wobbled and sent her flying off it and onto the ground. Hissing she felt her knee scrape on the frozen rocks and growled. She was only in her short pajama shorts and black tank top, covered by her black coat. The cold wind was blowing against her hair and she looked to the scrape on her knee as blood dripped from it. It was noting serious, just a scratch, but it fueled her anger. Looking to her bike she saw the chain snapped and growled out loud.
"Fred! Fred Weasley!" She screamed out into the forest. Birds were send flying and she stormed forward into the forest.
"Fred!" She yelled his name over and over until the wind caused her throat to become a bit scratchy.
After twenty minutes of searching she lost feeling in her legs and began to realize how stupid she was. Running out during winter in just her pajamas and a coat. She should have stayed at home where it was warm and safe. Fred was as fast as lightning, so he was probably halfway to Scotland by now, if that's where he lived. Hermione was about to give up and turn back to try and find the road, when a flash of red caught her attention. Gasping she turned to see Fred standing by a tree looking at her like she has two heads.
Her anger surged back to her like electricity, and she pushed off and stormed towards him.
"Fred Weasley! How dare you!" She watched his face go from confused to shock as she was now in front of him.
Reaching back a hand she let it go and smacked him across the face. His head was turned in shock but he looked back down to her with his eyes and mouth open wide.
"That's for kissing me and then running off!" Hermione poked him in the chest.
"Wh-what!?" The red head gasped in shock.
"You think just because I let you in my room each night that I'm easy like that! You cheeky vampire!" She kept poking his chest with every other word.
"WHAT?!" His eyes grew wider.
"I demand an explanation and to be taken home right now!" Hermione stomped her foot and crossed her arms. Fred's face never changed but he blinked a bunch.
"What!" He screamed for the millionth time.
Suddenly a figure landed on the other side of Hermione and she gasped as she moved back into the arms of the red head she was just talking to. Standing in front of her was… FRED!
"What!" Hermione gasped and looked behind her to see the man she was leaning on and then back to the man in front of her. Two Fred's and they were both looking at her with shock and then to each other.
"What!" The red head behind Hermione pointed to her and looked to the other Fred in anger.
"I can explain!" Fred held up his hands and smiled a bit.
"Explain now! Who is this bird? How does she know you and what you are? She's a human Fred! Oh and you kissed her? Start talking now!" The other red head moved from Hermione's side to Fred and poked him in the chest like Hermione did to him.
Fred sighed and smiled to Hermione with a slight blush on his face.
"Hermione… this is my twin brother George Weasley… George… This is Hermione Granger" He introduced them to each other and both George and Hermione looked to each other in confusion.
"Your twin?" She crossed her arms to keep the chill at bay but her thoughts were not on the cold.
"Yes… George calm down I've been meaning to tell you bout her" Fred smiled bashfully to his twin who looked pissed off.
"You can explain everything at home! You were suppose to be there watching the shop!" George looked to Hermione with his brow furrowed.
"Listen love, you would be wise to leave and never speak any word of what this loon has told you. It would be in your best interest to run along" George took his brother by the back of his coat and began dragging him forward.
Hermione's face changed to shock at what this pompous jerk had just told her. How dare he brush her off like some common fly! She demanded answers and he was going to be the one to run along because Fred was staying with her!
"Oh no you don't!" Hermione ran forward and reached out a hand.
"Hermione no!" Fred called as she grabbed the sleeve of his coat. But it was to late
Because the second her fingers tightened around his magenta coat, the three of them disappeared from that snowy spot in the middle of the forest.
/~~~~~~ End Chapter 3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\\
A.N: I am starting to really fall in love with this story! I'm like on the 5th chapter and I cant stop giggling as I write!
I hope you all enjoy this! Reviews are welcomed so much!
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