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Chapter 19-
"Frederick Gideon Weasley, what on earth are you wearing?" Hermione asked through her stifled giggles.
Fred was standing in the doorway in what Hermione guessed was his 'party get up'. It was nearly 6 o'clock and Hermione had told Fred to go and get ready for Jamie's party which was going to start at 7:30. She was expecting him to be able to choose a suitable outfit for the party but her expectations had obviously been set too high.
Fred was wearing a purple short sleeve top with green skin tight jeans. This might have been an okay outfit if it wasn't for the fact the purple clashed horribly with his hair that was styled in a rather amusing scruff on top of his head.
The green jeans were verging on lime and Hermione couldn't even begin to fathom how he could have even considered buying such monstrosities in the first place.
"Do you not like it? I thought I looked rather dashing personally," Fred replied as he ran his hand down his bold outfit.
Hermione was trying her best to hold in the comments that were staring to bubble. 'If he genuinely thinks he looks good in that then I have 3 problems. 1- I can't let him go to the party like that. 2- I don't want to be mean if he actually is being serious and 3- I need to take him clothes shopping again.'
"It's very, um, interesting but won't you get cold? It is winter after all and you can't go out in just a t-shirt."
'Please get the hint Fred, please…' Hermione thought desperately. She really didn't want to hurt his feelings and she had no idea whether Fred was being serious or not.
She looked pleadingly at Fred who had a large smirk plastered on his face. Before Hermione could ask why he was smirking he let out a small chuckle.
"Mione you are one of the nicest people ever," he smiled as he lent against her doorframe.
Hermione's brows knitted together in confusion before Fred continued, "You know I look terrible but you don't want to hurt my feelings by saying it out loud, you're so sweet it's almost wrong," Fred chuckled.
Hermione smiled bashfully before she focused back on Fred.
"So you do have another, less bright, outfit for tonight right?" she asked hesitantly. Wearing them jeans in public is the kind of thing Fred would do after all.
"Of course I do, don't worry your pretty little head Mione. After I've finished changing you won't be able to stop staring at my amazingly hot attire," he winked as he backed into his bedroom leaving a grinning Hermione staring at his now closed door.
Hermione had just finished getting ready for Jamie's party. It wasn't exactly formal but she had been told to dress up a little seeing as all of her old friends were going to be there. From what Jamie had told her, it was going to be the biggest party of the year. Around 30 of Hermione's old classmates were going and then another 80 or so from Jamie and Teegan's classes were invited too. It wasn't going to be the usual get together Hermione was used too.
"Mione you ready yet? We need to get going. Your dad said to take a key because he, and I quote, isn't going to answer the door at god knows what time in the morning to let the buffoon his daughter is hanging around with back in, and by buffoon I'm guessing he meant me,"
Hermione shook her head before walking to the door. Her dad really wasn't one for subtlety.
"I'm done, but I'm warning you now, Frederick, if I open this door and your trousers are a ridiculous colour I will rip them straight off of you,"
There was a slight pause before she heard Fred's reply through the wood.
"Well don't come out just yet then, I need to go change back into my green ones," she heard his snigger and rolled her eyes playfully. 'Men...'
She opened the door and stepped into the hallway. Fred was leaning casually against his bedroom door with his hands in his pockets. The smirk he had been wearing slowly vanished as he took in the sight in front of him.
Hermione was wearing a deep blue strapless dress that stopped a few centimetres above her knees. It was tight fitted around her waist but it then fell into a floaty skirt that suited her figure perfectly.
She was wearing a pair of plain black heels that made her legs look twice as long and as Fred's eyes skimmed up to her face he saw she was wearing a thin line of eyeliner finished off with some dark mascara. The extra length to her lashes made her brown eyes sparkle and Fred nearly moaned out loud when she gave him a small, shy smile.
Her hair was neatly curled and hung loose around her shoulders, completing the look. She was quite possibly the most beautiful thing Fred had seen in all his 17 years of living.
"How do I look?" Hermione asked nervously as she noticed Fred's eyes trailing around her body. She had liked the dress when her mum had picked it out a few months ago but now that it was on she wasn't so sure.
Fred gulped and reluctantly dragged his eyes back to meet hers.
"You look absolutely beautiful, if I didn't know you I would say you were a model," Fred smiled as he linked his arm with hers.
Hermione blushed before she turned to Fred as they walked down the stairs.
He had changed out of his jeans, thank god, and had replaced them with fitted black slacks that made his legs look muscular and long. The purple t-shirt had been swapped for a dark rolled up long sleeved denim shirt that was just tight enough to show his toned Quidditch body.
He looked hot.
Hermione stopped her oggiling when she realized Fred was waiting for a reply.
She smiled as she felt her cheeks heat up.
"Thank you, you look amazing too. Much better than the lime and purple combo," she laughed gently as they reached the front door.
"Well I should hope so, those jeans were Ginny's."
Jamie's house was very big. So big, that Fred was currently wandering around what he hoped was the ground floor searching for Hermione who he had managed to loose around half an hour ago.
They had arrived at Jamie's at 7:45 and were greeted by the sight of nearly one hundred teenagers dancing, singing (if you could call it that) and playing some interesting games.
When they had arrived Hermione had found Jamie, Teegan, Preston and Kali and they had all shared some conversation before Jamie had been dragged into his games room by a load of boys and Kali had forced Preston to dance with her.
Teegan had stayed with Fred and Hermione and showed them around her boyfriend's house. Fred thought the burrow was big in a cosy sort of way but Jamie's house, no mansion, was big in an oh my Merlin sort of way.
He had 4 floors each with a gazillion bedrooms and bathrooms. The kitchen and living room were huge and Fred could tell why Jamie invited so many people, a house this big was practically screaming party.
The lights had been turned down and the shouting and music blasted through the house and right into the garden where a few older guys had started to participate in drunken wheelbarrow races. Admittedly, it wasn't one of the most attractive things Fred had ever witnessed.
Teegan had managed to lead them through all of the floors fairly unharmed (apart from the shoves of excited teens and the few rugby players that had decided drunken indoor rugby was a good idea.)
Fred was just about to descend down the stairs after Hermione when he could have sworn he heard someone call his name.
He spun on his heel and looked into the crowd that was milling around on the 4th floor; he heard his name again and followed the familiar sound. As he stepped to the left near one of the many guest rooms he saw the long blonde hair and instantly regretted his decision to look for the mysterious caller.
Mel was leant against the door frame batting her eyelashes.
"Hey handsome, long time no see," she purred as she walked up to Fred.
She was wearing a tight red dress that barely covered the most private of areas, her hair was sleek and straight and would have probably of looked nice if it wasn't for the 3 inches of make up she had smacked on. To be fair, if Fred didn't know her he would've probably said she looked hot but not beautiful or gorgeous. Those were the words he reserved for natural beauties. 'Like Hermione…'
"Uhh, hey Mel," Fred replied rather lamely. He didn't really want to talk to Mel, not after their last encounter anyway.
"How's Hermione?" Mel asked rather harshly.
Her question kind of threw Fred off a little bit, 'what did she mean by that? Oh god she knows, she knows I like her! Act casual.'
"She's... Umm... Good?" he replied nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.
Mel let out a loud laugh and placed her hand on Fred's bicep which made him tense at the sudden contact.
"I meant her ankle silly, that was why you left our date the other day right?" she pouted as she slowly moved her hand up and down Fred's arm.
Fred was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Mel was way too close and he needed to find Hermione. 'Think of an excuse…and quick Fred'
"Oh yeah, her ankles better now and I'm sorry about the other night. Listen Mel it was lovely to talk to you again but I really need to find Hermione, this house is so big," he said innocently as he tried to subtly move out of Mel's grasp.
"I will help you look if you like, keep you company," she purred again as she grabbed Fred's hand and dragged him in the opposite direction to which Hermione had gone.
'Oh Joy..'
"Jamie have you seen Fred?" Hermione asked for what must have been the hundredth time in the last half an hour.
She couldn't believe she had lost Fred. He was behind her the whole time until they started to come back to the ground floor when she noticed he was gone. And by then she and apparently no one else could see him.
"I think Teegan saw him earlier in the garden, sorry Mione I'm sure Kali will help you look," Jamie smiled apologetically at her. She knew he wouldn't miss out on the party of the year to look for her friend but considering how big the house was his help would have been very useful.
She sighed small thanks before squeezing between the dancing bodies in the living room. She slipped through the kitchen and crabbed a coke can on the way, and caught a glimpse of some bright ginger hair in the garden.
"Fred? Fred, is that you?" she shouted over the thumping music.
The ginger boy turned around and a relieved smile washed over his face. He took one step towards Hermione and wrapped his arms around her in a fierce hug. He pulled her flush against his chest and spun her in a circle much to Hermione and everyone else's surprise.
"Thank Merlin I found you! You saved me! I owe you my life!" Fred whispered as he lowered her back onto the ground.
Hermione started to laugh as she looked at Fred's smiling face. They had only been separated for about an hour, she wasn't expecting this sort of reunion.
"Where have you been and why are you so happy to see me?" she laughed as Fred wrapped his arms back around her and lent down to her ear.
"Three words Mione, three words. Melanie. Elizabeth. Banks."
Hermione pulled back from the hug to look over Fred's shoulder. Standing with her arms crossed in the background Mel was glaring furiously at Hermione. She gave Mel a small smirk before looking back to Fred.
"I'm sorry I lost you, I hope you and Mel had some fun," Mione whispered through her giggles.
Fred gave her his best glare and a shake of the head.
"Not funny Mione, definitely not funny."
When Hermione managed to drag Fred away from Mel and into the living room/ dance floor is was nearing 10 o'clock. Jamie's parties usually went on into the night but Hermione never stayed later than 10, party's weren't exactly top of her do to list.
She was however actually enjoying herself. After the whole loosing Fred and finding him again thing, they headed to the kitchen. They found several people chugging some very questionable coloured drinks and a few people playing some dangerous looking adaptations of beer pong.
They had grabbed some cokes before heading back into the living room. A slower song had started to play and Fred saw his opportunity to be close to Hermione again.
"Madam, would one like to dance with moi?" Fred asked as he extended his free hand.
"I don't really dance but, what the hell," Hermione laughed a she took both their drinks and placed them on the table at the edge of the room.
She came back and placed her hands rather stiffly on Fred's shoulders, for a lack of a better option.
"What am I? Umbridge? You can touch me Mione," Fred laughed gently whilst he covered her hands with his own before linking them around his neck. He placed his hands on her waist and they began to sway to the beat which was thankfully quite slow.
"How are you enjoying your first muggle party?" Hermione asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
"Well after a rocky start of listening to Mel talk again, I'd say it got a lot better when I found a certain bookworm," he smirked as Hermione laughed.
"Yeah well after searching for you for nearly an hour I'd say it got a lot better when I found a certain prankster," Hermione smiled back.
Fred lifted his eyes from her lips and found her browns eyes glistening back at him.
'Just do it Fred, it's now or never. Just kiss her for god's sake…'
Fred gave her a small smile before the butterfly's erupted in his stomach and he felt himself being drawn closer to Hermione's lips.
Slowly he began to lean towards her…
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