Fred's POV
I woke up to find Hermione in my arms and my family bustling around at their usual business. They must have noticed that we were asleep on the couch! I didn't want to wake Hermione up so I did as if I was asleep.

"I'm awake too you know!" I heard Hermione whisper.

I smiled and turned around so she fell off the couch. If looks could kill, I would be dead. But before she said anything, I had jumped off the couch and next to her. I started tickling her madly so that her face broke into a smile and she laughed hysterically. I loved her laugh, but someone else wasn't appreciating our tickling session. Ron took one look at us and left, he still had a black eye, but this time, he also had a nice purple hair style. Hermione burst in laughter when she saw his hair, which made him even madder.

The rest of the family was staring at us, George and Ginny had a grin on their faces, but the rest were confused. Then I realised that we hadn't told them we were going out. Oops. But there was no time to waste, the wedding was in 3 days and so there were a lot of things to prepare. We left to get dressed without further ado.

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Hermione's POV
I was getting dressed in Ginny's room when I heard the door open. Thinking it was Ginny, I didn't make a move, but continued getting changed. However, I felt two arms snake around my waist. I yelped in surprise and turned to face Fred, he seemed oblivious of the fact that I was in knickers and a simple vest top. Gently, he kissed my forehead and whispered:
"Nice top. But wear more than just knickers and a top cause I'm taking you out for lunch, love."

I smiled at his comment and replied "Don't worry Frederick, I would never dare go downstairs looking like this. Your mother would freak out."

His face broke into a grin and he tilted my head back and kissed me, his arms still around my waist. I couldn't care less of what I was wearing because the kiss was so intense. I brought my hands up to his neck and ran one of them through his hair. He pulled back, gasping for air, and a look of delight on his freckly face.
"I'll get ready, then I'll come downstairs and we can leave for lunch." I said.

He left quietly and I called Ginny. She was the one person who had known I had liked Fred for some time so she was going to help me get dressed and pick out an outfit. She came up so fast she must have been waiting outside the door. We spent 10 minutes looking for a suitable outfit. A few minutes later, I was dressed with skinny jeans, red cowl neck top and simple black ballerinas.

"Fred, I m ready!" I called from upstairs.