Chapter 5

"Ladies first, you get to ask the first question. And don't forget to drink."

"Who was your last girlfriend?"

"Angelina Johnson. My turn, did you love Ron?"

"No. Damn you potion! He's like a brother to me. I didn't love him."

Fred smiled at that answer and waited for Hermione to ask her next question, but she didn't. She took the firewhiskey and downed a shot.

"I will win the bet Frederick! Only 5 more glasses to go. What's your most embarrassing moment?"

"Bloody potion! Ummm… it would have to be when George gave me this potion, I was on a date with Angelina, and I kissed her and we got stuck together."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh. Although the thought of Fred kissing Angelina gave her a pang in the chest, she continued with the game, it was Fred's turn.

"What do you enjoy doing most, apart from reading?"

"Healing and helping people, without a doubt." Answered Hermione

With that, she took another swig of firewhiskey. Just after her second glass, she felt tipsy. But she didn't let this show. She didn't want to lose the bet.

"What do you think about having to marry me?" she asked nervously

"I think that we're a good match. You saved me from death and I do plan on thanking you for that. And of course you're very beautiful."

Hermione blushed a deep crimson colour because she knew he was speaking the truth.

"Hermione, describe me in three words."

"Handsome, funny, smart." She replied without thinking and then covered her mouth.

Fred burst into fits of laughter and Hermione soon joined in. Five minutes later, they had calmed down from their outburst and Fred handed Hermione her shot glass and took one for him.

"My turn!" shouted Hermione "What is your worst fear?"

"To lose George"

There was silence in the room. Hermione didn't know what to do, so she took Fred's hand in hers.

"Okay, my fourth question then. How many kids do you want Hermione?"

"At least 2, maybe 3. What about you?"

"More like 4 or 5, I like big families, but not too big."

"What themes will you chose if you win the bet?" asked Fred as Hermione drank her fourth glass of firewhiskey.

"A mixture of candy theme and traditional wedding, but there will not be a church, because I'm atheist."

"Awesome! I like the candy theme and don't worry, the Weasley family isn't very religious either."

"Where do you want to live?"

"Either we can buy a new house, or we can live here, I really don't mind. What about you?"

"Maybe we can get a house, if that's alright."

"Have you gone all the way with Angelina?"

There was a moment's silent before Fred answered.

"No. The clan I am part of, also called the Weasley family believe in the "No sex before marriage" thing." He answered truthfully and Hermione found herself relieved by that.

"Are you a virgin, Hermione?"

"Yes." Was the only word she managed to get out of her mouth before turning away from him. There was no reason to be ashamed, because he was also a virgin, but she didn't like being so exposed.

Hermione took another glass of firewhiskey and the word swayed. She'd lost. She was drunk.

"Hermione?" asked Fred before turning her head towards him "That's fine. I didn't want to make you embarrassed."

"I'm just over reacting, as always, don't worry Fred. What's your favourite colour Fred?"

"Orange. Yours?"

"Dark blue. Fred, I don't feel we…." But before Hermione could finish her sentence, she rushed to the bathroom and threw up.

"You lost the bet Hermione! But since I like your theme, I'll chose that theme as well." Said Fred happily.

He went to the kitchen to get a hangover potion and handed it to Hermione who drank a glass of it. Then they made their way back to the Burrow. All the lights were out and there wasn't a sound. Fred guided Hermione all the way to her room.

"Will you be all right taking your clothes off, or do you need my help?" he asked cheekily, wiggling her eyebrows at her.

"I'll be fine Frederick!" she answered sternly and he winced at the mention of his full name.

"Good night then Hermione. Oh and don't forget to take some more hangover potion tomorrow morning. Sweet dreams." And with that, he kissed her cheek and disapparated before she could say another word.

Hermione was left astonished on the landing, but it wasn't for long as Ginny opened the door and dragged Hermione in. All the girls were wide awake and bombarded Hermione with questions. The noise around her made her head hurt and all she wanted to do was sleep, but she knew she wouldn't get any sleep if she didn't answer the questions of the curious witches.

"Where did he take you?"

"A muggle Italian restaurant."

"Why did you come home at four in the morning?"

"FOUR IN THE MORNING! Bloody hell! And we were just talking at their flat."

"What did you talk about?"

"We played a 10 questions game. By the way, I don't think we finished it." And Hermione burst out laughing for no reason.

"Why are you drunk?"

"The firewhiskey helped the game. My head hurts so badly. I've never been drunk before."

"Did he kiss you?"

"On the cheek, nothing else."

And the questions continued until five in the morning. By then, Hermione's head was pounding and she just fell asleep whilst the witches asked questions. She slept well until someone woke her up at noon the next day. She woke up to a knock on the door and when she opened it Fred was standing there a big smile on his face.

"Just wanted to remind you to take the potion, and Mum said that we're going to choose the stuff for our wedding tomorrow, if that's alright with you. Did you have a good night's sleep then?"

Hermione didn't even bother to answer him, she simply went back to sleep after taking another gulp of the potion. She was never getting drunk again.