Here is part 2 of A Date with Mel.

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Chapter 16-

"How do I look?"

Fred was standing in front of the full length mirror in Hermione's parent's room. He was nervously combing his hands through his hair giving it a ruffled yet sexy look whilst Hermione stood behind him observing.

He had only got half an hour until his date with Mel and he was starting to regret saying yes already.

"You look amazing, Mel won't know what hit her," Hermione replied sadly.

Fred turned his gaze away from the mirror to see Hermione looking at him intensely. She seemed to be either on the verge of crying or shouting, neither of which he wanted to have to endure.

"By amazing you mean totally hot and sexy right?" he smirked, trying to get Hermione to smile at him again.

A small smirk spread on Hermione's face before she walked over and stood in front of him. The honest truth was Fred did look hot and very sexy but she didn't really want to admit that to him, so she went for the teasing route instead.

"Why, you look…" Hermione stepped closer so their chests were pressed tightly together and trailed her finger up and down the loose black tie around his neck. "…so hot that if you weren't going on a date, I'd jump you right now."

She tried to stop the smirk that was threatening to form but when she looked up at Fred's face she almost stepped back.

He was staring at her but his eyes were a much deeper shade of blue than usual. They were coated with what looked like lust and desire and he seemed to be searching her face for a sign of sincerity.

Hermione gulped slightly before she felt herself being drawn towards Fred's face. He leant into her and brought his hands to rest on her hips as there heads continued to grow closer. When he was literally centimetres from her, he turned his head so it came to her ear.

He let out a slightly shaky breath; the heat caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up.

"Mione, I'd be careful what you ask for. One day I might just take you up on your offer."

Fred stepped back leaving a shell shocked Hermione to just gawp at him. He chuckled softly before walking back to the mirror and doing up his tie.

He was wearing a dark blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a thin black tie with black skinny jeans and black converse. He didn't usually dress up this much for a first date but Mel had told him to dress fancy and he didn't want to see her reaction if he turned up in a t-shirt and shorts.

Hermione had managed to shake herself out of the state of shock and turned towards the door.

"Have fun on your date, I'm going back to bed…headache." She mumbled as she slid out of the door and up the stairs.

"Feel better Mione, call Mel if you need anything. I will come straight home," she heard him shout before the sound of the front door shut.


Fred had been on his date for nearly an hour and a half and Hermione was growing paranoid. She was sitting in the living room curled in front of the roaring fire but her mind was anything but calm.

She couldn't help but think about Mel flirting with him or laughing at his jokes or batting her eyelashes at him like Hermione had seen so may times before.

Jealousy was never an emotion Hermione would have used to describe herself but right now that was exactly what she was feeling.

It made her hurt, angry, sad and annoyed that Fred was probably laughing or touching Mel in the way she had craved for a while but she knew not to let the jealousy control her. Bad things always happened to the jealous girls in books and Hermione did not want to end up like one of people she had read about.

Fed up of waiting for Fred to come home, Hermione decided to go to bed early. She had slept for a while earlier but she just didn't have the energy to panic anymore.

She slumped over to the stairs and began to climb, but as she reached the top step her foot slipped causing Hermione to be thrown down the remanding stairs.

"AHHHHHH! OUCHHHH!"

She shook her head to clear the dizziness and attempted to stand. She managed to pull herself up using the banister but as soon as she put her left foot down as sharp pain shot up her leg.

"Shit!"

Hermione started to panic now, her mum and dad were still away and she had no way of contacting Fred and the pain in her foot was almost unbearable.

'Think, think…PHONE!'

She lowered herself onto the bottom step and took out her mobile which had surprisingly survived the fall.

"Mel? Is Fred there?" she asked quickly once Mel had answered.

"Of course he is, we're on a date. What do you want Hermione?" Mel almost hissed.

Hermione was a little taken aback, she hadn't meant to interrupt the date but Fred had told her to call if she needed him and this was an emergency.

"I need to talk to Fred."

Mel paused before giving a quick "Fine," and passing over the phone.

"Mione? What's wrong?" Fred sounded panicked.

"It's nothing really, I just…ummm…fell down the stairs and I've hurt my ankle. When are you coming home?"

She heard the faint noise of a chair scrapping backwards and a bark of "where are you going?" in the background.

"Hang on Mione, I'm going back. I will be there in five minutes, don't move,"

The line went dead and Hermione couldn't help but smile. Falling down the stairs had hurt and it definitely wasn't planned but at least she had stopped their date.


Almost impossibly quickly, Fred arrived back at Hermione's. He stepped in the hallway with his tie and jack clutched loosely in one hand and it was clear that he had run all the way from the restaurant.

"Mione! God, you are such a klutz!" he sighed as he bent down to her level.

She laughed slightly and blushed, "I'm sorry I ruined your date Fred,"

He stroked her cheek softly, "Nah, you didn't ruin it, you saved me!"

"What? You didn't enjoy Mel's company?" Hermione fake gasped.

Fred let out a loud laugh before looking towards Hermione's swollen ankle.

"No I didn't, but I will tell you all about it tomorrow. First we need to sort out your ankle, it looks hideous,"

"Well I'm sure my ankle thinks you look hideous too," she quipped as Fred slid his arms underneath her knees and around her back, lifting her up to his chest.


Fred pulled Hermione's body close to his chest to steady himself. He stumbled up the stairs the best he could without knocking her ankle once. He walked into Hermione's room and gently laid her down on the bed.

"Thankyou, I have no idea what I would have done without you, Fred."

He smirked as he sat down on her bed, "My guess would be that you would still be slumped at the bottom of the stairs right now, if your knight in shinning armour hadn't turned up,"

Hermione hit him on the arm lightly and laughed, "I guess your right,"

After a short silence Hermione turned to see Fred blushing to himself.

"Mione, I'm going to go and get you an ice pack from the kitchen do you reckon you could…change into your pyjamas…or do you need help?" he asked sheepishly whilst rubbing his neck.

Hermione frowned, she hadn't even thought about that. She couldn't even stand so she doubted whether she could change out of jeans and into pyjamas but she was going to have to give it a go. There was no way Fred Weasley was undressing her.

"I will give it a go, I'm sure it will be okay," she replied nervously.

"Alright, back soon," Fred whispered behind him as he closed the door.


Hermione rolled onto her side and into a sitting position on the bed. She braced her arms on the bedside table and began to slowly rise. She put all of her pressure on her right foot and gently touched her left foot onto the floor.

The sharp pain came straight back causing her to yelp out in pain. There was no way she could make it to the other side of the room to get her pyjamas, let alone put the on.

"Mione? Mione? Are you alright?" Fred shouted as he bounded up the stairs back to her room.

He found her sitting on the edge of the bed cradling her foot.

"Yeah I'm fine; my foot just hurts a bit."

Fred looked at her nervously before he gave her the icepack.

"Do you…do you want me to help you…um...change? I promise I wont look,"

Hermione gave him a small smile and a nod, "thankyou,"

Fred walked over to the other side of the room and grabbed her pyjama bottoms and a tank top. He handed her the tank top and turned around while she slid it on. Once Hermione had put the t-shirt on she called for him to turn back.

"I'm decent," she laughed quietly.

"Oh, yeah right." Fred mumbled as he walked back to her bed.

"How is this going to work exactly?" Hermione asked as she shuffled uncomfortably on the bed.

"I guess I will help you stand without putting pressure on your foot and you can slide off your jeans and put your pyjamas on instead. Okay?" Hermione nodded and turned on the bed so she was facing away from Fred.

He reached out and grabbed her from around the waist and lifted her into a standing position. She stood on her right foot whilst the rest of her weight was on Fred.

He pulled her closer to his body to keep their balance but now all Hermione could think about was the fact he was spooning her from behind.

She bent down slowly and peeled of her jeans. He face burnt bright crimson as she thought about her position. She was wrapped in Fred Weasley's arms, pushed against his body, wearing only a tank top and knickers.

'Oh Merlin, help me…'

"You alright Hermione?" Fred's voice was strained and he was trying to look any where but at Hermione. She did not need to see, or feel, how excited he was right now. The situation was awkward enough already.

"Yeah, I'm fine, nearly done," she squeaked.

Fred breathed in and handed her the pyjama bottoms. As he did so his hand caught the side of her thigh, causing her to gasp softly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was taking all of his self control to not just 'jump her' right there and then.

Hermione lent down and pulled on the bottoms as quickly as she could. Once she had done she turned around in Fred's arms so she was facing him.

His hands were still wrapped tightly around her waist supporting her as she had had to hop around to face him.

"All good?" Fred breathed.

"Yep, all good," Hermione breathed back.

They felt themselves being pulled closer for what felt like the hundredth time that month, when they were close enough to kiss Fred turned to the left to kiss her cheek. His lips were soft and smooth against her hot cheek and Hermione heard herself sigh at the contact.

"Night Mione, sweet dreams" Fred whispered as he laid her back down onto the bed, ice pack in hand.


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