A/N UPDATED VERSION Thank you so much to my beta reader for being an amazing writer and turning my poor writing into this

Chapter 4

Hermione woke up an hour or two later to find that the orchard was now empty, The wind blew wistfully around her sitting form, looking down she noticed a note seated on her laps. Carefully, she opened the letter.

Dearest Hermione,
Ginny needs you. NOW. You should really go see what it's all about.
Your fiancé,
The handsomer twin

Hermione smiled despite herself, he really was quite the charmer. With a smile still on her lips, she went in to go find her best friend who was in her room with Patricia and Penelope. The three girls were chatting excitedly, but they stopped abruptly as soon as Hermione stepped into the room. Ginny got up and directed Hermione to the closet. She took out a beautiful strapless deep blue dress with a lighter blue ribbon which tied behind.
"Well? What do you think?"
"It's gorgeous Ginny! And it will suit you very well! Where is Harry taking you?" Hermione asked none the wiser.
"No silly! It's for you! Didn't you get Fred's note?"
"I… for me? He got me this dress?" she asked slightly confused.
"Yep. I can proudly say that my brother has a very good taste in clothes. Go and try it on then!"

Hermione hurried off with the dress. It wasn't really her style. But she had to see what it looked like on since he went to the effort of buying it. She wasn't very comfortable with showing her body, pulling the dress up she did however, marvel in the soft fabric against her naked skin. There was only a small round mirror screwed to the bathroom wall, so Hermione couldn't really see what it looked like on. She didn't want to go out with so much skin exposed, but if she didn't go out Ginny would come to check up on Hermione so she really didn't have a choice but to leave the comfort of the bathroom. Opening the en-suite bathroom door that led to the bedroom, the girls were stood in the middle of the room with a floating floor length mirror just in front; once she saw her reflection she was slightly surprised.

The dress reached a bit higher than above her knee, but it put her legs to an advantage. Hermione had a petite stature and thin legs. Ginny gasped when she saw Hermione and ushered Hermione into a chair to finish getting her ready for the evening ahead. Patricia and Penelope came to do her makeup, whilst Ginny busied herself on Hermione's bushy hair. The witches talked all through the preparation process, more or less playing a game of 21 questions. Hermione found out more about Penelope and Patricia and decided that they were very nice and she hoped that they would all become better acquainted if not friends.

Finally, Ginny swivelled the chair around so Hermione could see her reflection. The makeup was very light and Penelope and Patricia had kept to the neutral tones with clear lip gloss, and the hairdo very simple with her bushy hair that was now loose curls cascading down her back. It fitted Hermione perfectly. She hugged the witches and thanked them for everything they'd done. Although she was still slightly confused as to why they were going through all this effort.
Ginny's wand vibrated in her pocket alerting the girls it was time. Penelope brought some black stiletto heels out from the under the bed and held onto Hermione's arm to help her into the shoes.

"It's time for your date with one Mr Frederic Weasley." Ginny announced excitedly as she danced around the room in a Luna-like Fashion.
Hermione couldn't move. She'd only been on two dates prior this one and they hadn't been fantastic in fact they had been a complete disaster, her first was when she was just before her, Harry and Ron went on the hunt for horcruxes. Her Mother set her up with one of her patient's son that regularly visited her parents' dental practice just to see pictures of Hermione. She thought it all sounded rather strange and it didn't end there.

Hermione went on the date just to appease her parents but oh she was back at a very early time of 8 o'clock. When she arrived at the restaurant (McDonalds) the rather overweight pubescent teenager greeted her with a sloppy kiss on the cheek that she only receives of elderly relatives. He took her to a booth whilst he ordered them both a happy meal (all he could afford with his paper-round wage) The evening only proceeded to get ever worse when he discussed nothing but football, mouth wide open with food spraying everywhere. Yeah ... she never did contact him. Her second date was with Ron and the less said about that, the better.

What if it didn't work between her and Fred? What if it turned out they hated each other? She tried pushing the insecure thoughts out of her mind, but she simply couldn't. Ginny reassured Hermione to the best of her ability and gave her a little nudge forward. Hermione found her Gryffindor courage and slowly started making her way down the stairs. She saw Fred in the hallway before he caught sight of her coming down the stairs. He was in a black suit, looking very official and smart if she might say so herself.

Mrs Weasley kept fussing over him, picking invisible lint off of his jacket as he was cracking jokes up with a relaxed and composed looking George. Fred turned his head to the sound of heels clicking and clacking on the wooden stairs to see Hermione descending down them. Suddenly, he stopped talking as he took in how truly beautiful she looked, Hermione felt very self-conscious and started to rub her hands down her dress and pat down her hair. She couldn't run away now, so she made her way down to where the twins and Mrs Weasley were standing. She stood nervously beside Mrs Weasley who had tears glassing up her eyes. Fred did a mock bow and escorted Hermione out the door, keeping his arm around her waist. She only had the time to turn around to wave at Ginny before they disapparated away.

They arrived in an alleyway once they had stopped spinning and without a word, Fred took her by the hand and led her into the busy streets of muggle London. They soon found the quaint little restaurant Fred was looking for. Casa Miawas, where they would be dining for the evening. Hermione loved Italian food so she couldn't complain over his choice. He led Hermione inside to where the male steward showed them to where they would be eating. A round table with two chairs adjacent to each other with red taper candle lit to accentuate the romantic feel.

"Hermione, you look gorgeous."
The blunt compliment made Hermione blush furiously. No one ever called her beautiful, pretty or even gorgeous.
"Well, you do look quite handsome in that suit. And thank you for the dress, it's beautiful." Was that all she could think of saying? She virtually face palmed herself.
He smiled at the comment which went as quick as it came, he had a serious face, she didn't see him serious very often.
"I never thanked you for saving me. So thank you Hermione. Without you… I'd be a dead man."
"Quite literally" Hermione smirked as He laughed at that. She had a sense of humour, he had to give her that.

"This is going to be hard for both of us Hermione. I never thought of myself as a married man, and I'm sure you wanted a career before getting married. I'm sorry it had to be me your marrying you deserve a lot better." At this, he looked down at the table, as if ashamed and started to inspect the cutlery.
Hermione took one of his hands and he looked up.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, I'm glad it was you. At least I know you. If it had been someone like Malfoy, I would have gladly gone to the Muggle world and gave up my memories and magic. But since I get to marry you, I think I will stay here if it's all the same to you."
The waiter came to our table and they ordered.

"Fred, promise me that we will both try, and both do our best to make this marriage work, No matter what? If we're unhappy we talk, if there is something that needs changing we change it.."
"I promise." He answered wholesomely.

The rest of the evening, they just talked about nothing and everything. Hermione realized that they did have quite a lot in common and more then she had anticipated Fred was the brainy one of the twins whilst George usually went in heads first testing their new products, he used flying as a method to keep his clear head and he liked reading mainly sticking to the classics, even Muggle literature interested him so they talked about Shakespeare and Tolkien for some time before the Manager alerted them that they were closing up the restaurant and it was already the end of their lovely evening.

"Thank you for this evening Fred, it was wonderful." Hermione looked up to him as he helped her into his suit jacket.
"Who said it was over?" asked Fred, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Before Hermione knew it, they had disapparated into the twins flat. Fred took the jacket off of her and led her into the living room where there on the glass coffee table was a note book, Veritaserum potion, a fire whiskey and shot glasses.

"What about we play a little game before the end of the evening, Hermione?"
"Depends what kind of game."
"10 questions, you can't lie due to the Veritaserum, and the fire whiskey is just for the fun of fun. I bet you can't drink half of the bottle without getting drunk."
"Oh you're so on Fred! What do I get if I prove you wrong?"
"You get to choose the wedding theme."

"Deal"

And with that, they shook hands and started the game, both eager to win.