The kiss is here! I hope you're enjoying this story, and spoiler alert: we get to see Fred and Hermione on a date next chapter! See you then ;)
'Meet me at the park next to your flat at 3 pm? Picnic sounds amazing; don't worry about anything. Love, Fred' said the note Hermione found on her flat. It was sweet of Fred to think about making a picnic and since it was such a nice day, she was glad he had thought about it.
"I guess I should go get ready," Hermione said to herself, looking at the watch. "Remember your game plan, Hermione. Focus on the kiss."
Hermione decided today was the day she was going to kiss Fred. Having a picnic at the park seemed like the perfect setting for a first kiss, and she would do everything in her power to get that kiss.
It wasn't until she was walking towards the park that a thought came across her mind: what if Fred didn't want to kiss her? Hermione stopped walking, trying not to overreact, but it was a good question. Why hasn't he kissed her yet, if he didn't want to?
Shaking her head to stop this line of thinking, Hermione kept walking. No matter the doubts on her mind, she was going to have fun on the picnic and hang around with Fred, just like she always has.
"You're a vision, looking just like an angel," Fred whispered in her ear, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
Hermione turned around in surprise, smiling seeing Fred looking so handsome and smiling brightly at her.
"I'm glad I caught you before you had to try to find me at the park," Fred continued, his hands behind his back. "I have a surprise for you."
"Oh, really? And what is it?" Hermione asked, getting curious about Fred's sneaky attitude.
"For you, lovely." Fred brought his hand to his front and showed Hermione the most gorgeous bouquet she had ever seen. "I know they're your favourite."
"How did you know?" Hermione asked softly, looking at the soft pink tulips. "I don't remember telling you about it."
Fred shrugged, a light blush spreading over his face. "Let's just say, I'm good at reading minds."
Hermione looked at this man in front of her, looking at her like she was holding the sun, who had given her the most amazing bouquet with her favourite flowers, and decided to throw caution to the wind.
Grabbing Fred's shirt in her hand, Hermione pulled him towards her and kissed him with all her might.
Kissing Fred was like the kisses she read on her favourite books: she saw fireworks exploding behind her eyelids, felt butterflies on her tummy, and it looked like time had stopped.
The kiss was everything she once dreamed of, and she never wanted to stop it. If they hadn't get out of breath, they probably would have kissed for longer.
"Wow," Fred murmured, looking at her with widened eyes. "That's what I call a good kiss."
Hermione giggled at his words, feeling lighter than ever. "I guess you can say it's one straight from a fairytale."
"Better, because it's real," Fred replied, before leaning down and continuing to kiss her. Not that Hermione was complaining.