A/N: So like I have stated before, I have started back up in University therefore I don't have much time to me anymore since I'm pretty full with my workload. While I have appreciated people PM'ing and sending me messages to my tumblr about the story (I'm glad to know people are that excited about my story), please refrain from sending me messages about hurrying up my update or when I am going to. Because I don't know, but I try to get it when I have the time. I will state again and in caps so the message is clear. I WILL NOT GIVE UP ON THIS STORY. IT MAY BE A WHILE UNTIL I UPDATE, BUT I PROMISE I WILL EVENTUALLY.
On that note, please enjoy the new chapter.
He buttoned his blue dress shirt together, looking in the mirror, as the majority of his brothers got ready in his mothers room. He and George had already done a great job in making fun of everyone, looking like a damn rainbow amidst everyone. He smirked, at all his brothers being rowdy with one another. Charlie coming in to the room last minute as he messed with the baby brother. Ironically it was Ron who got married after Bill and Percy. Granted it was forced because of the law, but he would expect Ron to put is off until the last minute. It was Fred and Hermione who decided to have their wedding last. An elbow nudged his side, forcing him to look back to the mirror and glare at his twin.
"Oh, and I thought every one was supposed to be in good spirits for a wedding!" George teased, earning a smirk out of Fred.
"Let us hope that both Hermione and I won't be bridezilla's for our wedding," Fred retorted, getting his twin to burst out in laughter.
At the mention of his best friends name, Ron headed over to the twins, forcing himself into the conversation as he messed with his jacket. "What about Hermione?" the lanky boy asked curiously, a slight eyebrow rose to his mischievous twin brother.
"Oh nothing, just discussing on how I might be more of a torment to deal with rather her for our wedding," Fred explained, a sly grin spreading across his face. No matter how serious an event, it was always good fun to mess with his hotheaded brother.
"Funny," Ron replied sarcastically, eyeing only Fred now. "How are you and she anyways?"
With puckered lips, Fred shrugged, confusion spreading across his face. "I think good?" he replied and itched at his shambolic hair, chartering out a sigh.
"What do you mean you think?"
"As in, sometimes things are really good, but other times I wonder if we are on the same page," he snapped back in a low tone.
"I don't get what you mean," Ron confessed, as his ears got red.
"Of course you wouldn't." Fred huffed and left his spot, clapping a hand on his brothers' back. "I think it is time to send you off to your bride though!"
The moment people began sitting down, the couples lined up. Luna and Molly agreeing that the couples to be wed or already wed to be lined together. Fred's body anxiously shook; he occasionally fidgeted with his sleeves and tie.
"I don't think it is you who is meant to be nervous, mate," the green eyed best man stated to the towering red head.
The prankster gave a rather simple shrug still trying to ignore the other. He really had no idea what he was nervous about. In fact the last time he was nervous was when he and George were waiting to discover if they were approved for their shop or not, but those nerves didn't last long, because they were approved rather quickly.
As he walked outside, across the lot he could see the witch. His eyes widen and tightened his jaw, not wanting to let it drop. She was absolutely stunning. The way the dress hung to her could satisfy any man crazing the sight of a beautiful woman. Her skin seemed as if it would be that much softer to touch. The contrast of her ivory skin with the blue just made the prankster want run his hands up and down her skins. A rather odd feeling, one that he hadn't ever experienced before, but he just desired to touch her so much more than ever. 'The bond', he thought to himself.
As they walked closer together a smile tugged at his lips, his eyes lighting up as Hermione gained a shy smile towards him. Arms now linking, Fred bent down slightly to reach her ear.
"You look beautiful," he whispered kindly, getting a rather good whiff of the delightful smell coming off of her.
He felt Hermione grip at his forearm and he straightened up. Chuckling at her response to him. The red head casted his eyes to the side and very much enjoyed the view of Hermione blushing with a silly school girl like grin plastered on her face.
Separating and going into their specific spots, Fred could hardly keep his eyes off her or the damned smile glued to his face. The only reoccurring thought besides the acknowledgement of her beauty was of how he possibly got so lucky to have her so close in his life.
The ceremony passed in a quick manner, which only pleased Fred further. He was just grateful he could rid the slight distance they had to stand in and could be in close proximity with her again.
It was truly an overwhelming feeling, but the distance was forcing him to become achy and feel tired. He just wanted to be close, to be able to reach and touch her. Being by her gave him a feeling that only intoxicated the prankster. While he knew this feeling to be heightened because the spell, he knew somewhere he was naturally feeling this on his own.
Fred liked her on his own terms. Noticing things he never dreamed of paying attention about the bookworm. He was falling for her before the bond could try and force him to.
The freckled man wrapped his arm around the petite brunette as she was giving the first of many warm wishes to the newly wed couple. Whether it was his mind tricking him or reality, the moment she acknowledged it was Fred's arm around her; he swore that he felt her relax and move more into his grip. A smile graced his lips at this. He felt entirely at ease.
More people coming over to give Ron and Luna their warmest of wishes gave Fred the perfect moment to drag Hermione out to get ready to dance. She hadn't questioned him to where he was taking her, but she did erupt in laughter when she figured where they were going. Turning his head the slightest, he raised his brow in question.
"What is so funny, love?"
"Please don't tell me you're going to attempt to dance!" Hermione mocked, her eyes lighting up in pure joy.
"Oh but I am. You see I have to be a very good dancer. Fact I think I am the best of my family!" Fred explained, puffing out his chest in a raillery manner.
"Why is it I don't believe you!" Hermione exclaimed, shaking her head. Mentally preparing her self for her toes to be stepped on multiple times throughout the night.
"Oh my dearest Hermione," Fred mumbled, turning and pulling the girl to his chest. His hands moving to the proper places, as he began smoothly doing small steps so she could catch up to his pace. "I just don't think you have ever danced with a real man before."
Hermione who already had a blush, blushed heavier. She couldn't tear her brown eyes away from his deep sapphire ones. It was just like moments before; he was truly a trap that she didn't mind falling into anymore.
"Would you look at that, seems like you do trust me as a dancer," Fred mumbled in hopes to break the small silence between them.
"You're a good leader," the brunette whispered, finally blinking and regaining some stable thoughts back.
The two danced until thirty minutes before the end of the wedding. Fred would either tease Hermione with foolish, typical dance moves she would expect from him, or surprising her with his knowledge of dancing moves and his ability to preform them. Both the twins surprisingly taking off early, but only doing so because they still had to open the shop early tomorrow. Saying their goodbyes to everyone, Fred and Hermione apparated back to the upstairs flat. Neither wasted time in heading to their respective bathrooms to get out of the wedding attire and into something more comfortable.
Fred was the first to get in their bed but Hermione followed shortly after. She sported one of his large t-shirts again, thought she took it this time without his blessing. He merely smiled, having no desire to tease the girl. The bookworm looked far too good in it for him to bother with practical jokes. Hermione, almost naturally, rested beside him and curled up to him as close as possible. Resting her head comfortably on his bare, muscular chest.
Her light breath against him made the wizard chuckle. "Comfortable?" he inquired, his voice a bit eager to know the answer.
"Very," she mumbled back in exhaustion, nuzzling her head more against it.
"Good," he whispered back quietly, shutting his own eyes to get the needed sleep.
Fred hadn't felt Hermione move, just her touching his face. His eyes slowly opening to see her wild hair hanging around her as she looked him.
"Go to sleep," she ordered, a grin showing on her face despite the dark room.
"I believe it was you who woke me up," he muttered back, shutting one eye as exhaustion wore over him.
"I had to see for myself how good you look when you sleep," Hermione teased.
"Should I invest in trying to be a sleeping model for young witches around the world?"
"I think you should stick with you day job."
"You wound me, woman," Fred teased back, a sly smirk coming on his tired expression.
"Oh no, it wasn't bad! Quite amazing to look at really. I just don't think I would like other girls looking at my future husband and daydream about sleeping beside him," Hermione explained.
"Oi, gettin' a little jealous aren't we now, 'mione?" Fred inquired his smile turning into a grin as her words delighted him.
The witch remained silent for sometime, her smile dropping in shock as to what she had said. Finally giving up on over analyzing what she had said and what he replied, the brunette shook her head, a smile back on her face. She leaned in and slowly kissed his lips. Letting their kiss linger until Fred tangled his hands into her thick, curly hair.
"Goodnight Fred."
"Night beautiful."
