they finally kissed! yay! this is a picnic date and one of my favourite chapters to be written so far
"I chose a nice tree not far from here, do you want to check it out?" Fred asked, mischief glistening in his eyes. "Or do you intend to continue kissing me here?"
Hermione blushed, but she wasn't going to let it deter her. "Show the way, Fred, I'm interested in seeing what you mean with 'nice tree'."
Fred winked at her, before grabbing her hand and walking towards the centre of the park. There were families having their own picnics, couples walking leisurely between the trees, joggers running on the track, and Hermione felt like it was only them in the world.
"I left the basket there, I hope no one had noticed," Fred said, breaking her from her thoughts. "And I hope I brought your favourite sandwiches."
"I hope you have remembered to bring pink lemonade," Hermione cheekily said, biting her lip. "Since it's our favourite."
"You know I wouldn't let it out of our picnic, would I?" Fred quickly kissed her lips, and Hermione felt herself blushing. "You look adorable when you're blushing like this."
"Shut up," she meekly replied, trying to hide her blush behind the bouquet Fred had given her.
They didn't take long to arrive at the place Fred had put the blanket and a small basket was sitting on top of it. Sitting down, Hermione realised how soft the blanket felt and judging by Fred's smile, he knew how she was feeling.
"I hope you enjoy what I've prepared. I used some of my mum's recipes, since she's the best cook I know," Fred said, opening the basket and pulling sandwiches, cups of fruits and glasses from it.
"How did you manage to fit so much in a small basket? It's bigger on the inside?" Hermione mentioned, looking at how many things Fred was taking off the basket. He stopped for a moment, before continuing pulling things. "It's almost like magic."
Fred chuckled nervously, before looking at her. "It's a basket that's been in my family for some time now. Do you want a chicken salad sandwich? I know it's your favourite."
Hermione decided not to push, focusing on how appetising the sandwiches looked. "Sure, I would love some. What are you having?"
"Pastrami sandwich, it's another of my favourites." Fred smiled softly at her, making Hermione's heart melt at the sight.
They eat and talk, enjoying each other's company. Hermione never felt more at ease with someone in a long time, and she was glad to have met Fred on that roof. It was like it was meant to be.
After the sandwiches have been eaten, and the pink lemonade has been drunk, they lay down on the blanket, watching the clouds and making up the shapes they were taking.
"That one looks like a soccer ball," Hermione said, pointing to one of the low clouds.
"And that one looks like a cat with a smashed face," Fred said, pointing to another cloud. "Poor kitten."
Hermione laughed at Fred's description, feeling warm from the sun and the man besides her. She felt that Fred was hiding something from her, but she wasn't in any hurry to discover.
"And that one looks like a kiss, and I think you should give me one of yours." Fred turned to look at her with a heated look. "What do you say?"
Hermione leaned into him, kissing him as an answer.