Légitimement Mariés [Harry Potter]

COMPLETED: Harry Potter Marriage Law. Fremione. Post Hogwarts. Fred may have survived the Battle of Hogwarts, but now he has a new challange - being married to Hermione!


13. Part 2: Ordinaire


Part 2

The knee-length silk dress was such a shade of bright red, and cut in such an impeccable way that it was impossible not to notice the curly-haired Gryffindor as she tottered down Diagon Alley in matching cadmium red heels.

As always she vehemently ignored the stares of the passersby and other late night shoppers. Her brown eyes were peeled; opened wide for both searching purposes and in anticipation.

Finally she spotted him, flaming red hair illuminated by the flickering candlelight. She walked over sedately, shoulders pulled back, an air of confidence surrounding her, even if she did not necessarily feel that way. He pulled her into a tight embrace, causing her already racing heart to increase its speed ten-fold.

"You look beautiful, Mione."

In a matter of moments, her face and neck had flushed to such a colour that they matched her dress.

"Thank you," she said feeling very flattered, "you're not looking too bad yourself."

Hermione's nerves had calmed down enough for her to giggle when Fred came around to her side of the table to pull out her chair for her so that she could sit down.

A waiter, in what appeared to be dress robes, appeared at the side of the table in an instant. And within seconds he was pouring them a complimentary glass of wine.

Finally settled in her seat, Hermione took the change to gaze around at her surroundings.

In the far distance she could see the blinking lights of 'Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes', and she knew that it would remain like that for the night. Fred and George maintained that it was all part of their marketing strategy, even if it did keep all the neighbours awake all night. Even Hermione accustomed as she was to seeing it from certain windows of their apartment, would get annoyed at it.

Fred's hand on hers jolted her back to the present.

"What are you going to order?" he asked her in a gentle voice, as he hoped he sounded nonchalant enough so that he would not scare her.

"Don't know," she replied simply, casting her eyes downward towards the menu, "but now that I think about it, the roast chicken sounds pretty good."

"Mhm," said Fred, giving a cursory glance towards his own menu, "think I might get the same."

The black-jacketed waiter appeared before them once more, and they were able to place their orders without further ado, chatting about inconsequential matters until the arrival of their meal.

The benefit of magic was that they did not have to wait very long for food, and they were spared talking about the unusually warm weather for too long.

Hermione could feel her mouth begin to salivate before the cut piece of juicy chicken reached her mouth, and in what seemed like no time at all, her stomach was satiated.

"Wow," said Fred, clearly impressed with Hermione's fervour towards her dinner, "with a stomach like that, you could be a Weasley."

Hermione let a half-hearted smile escape her lips.

"Technically, I am a Weasley. We are, in fact, married, or have you forgotten already?"

Fred let out his trademark laugh.

"Couldn't forget it even if I tried. You wouldn't let me!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at him and continued to eat.


Letting out a small sigh of contentment, Hermione pressed her plate away from her, and pushed her chair back slightly.

"Full?" asked Fred, with a mischievous grin.

"Reasonably," said Hermione, wondering why he had taken such a sudden interest in her stomach.

"Too full for dessert?" he said, that same cheeky look gracing his face.

Hermione eyed him somewhat suspiciously. In her time as prefect at Hogwarts, she had gotten to know the looks that the twins would give each other when they had something particularly 'special' planned. Fred was giving Hermione one of these looks right now, and she was feeling very wary because of it.

"Maybe, why?" replied Hermione, eyeing him mistrustfully.

"Are you ready to go?" he replied evasively.

"I guess I am," replied Hermione, looking around at the other diners as if they might be part of whatever annoying, potentially cruel plot Fred was putting her through.

The couple thanked the waiter, and paid for their meal.

"I'm going to have to side-along apparate you, if that's okay?"

Hermione held out her hand by means of consent, ready for him to grip and take her away to wherever he had planned to take her. Hermione closed her eyes and she felt his arm snake around the side of her waist, pulling her close to him. She put all her concentration on following Fred.

The constricted feeling of apparition was countered by the slightly cooler gulps of air she was taking in.

She opened her eyes to hundreds upon hundreds of multi-coloured light bulbs and fair rides. Stalls containing games of chance lined the edge of a pier, and threw their light to the water below, making its surface glitter like a disco ball. The carriages of the 'Crazy Mouse' roller coaster were almost destined to topple into the water, so fast were they travelling around the bends. Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione could see the dodgems bumping about, and she could smell the sickly mixture of burnt sugar and buttery popcorn, making what almost seemed like a butterscotch sauce in her nose.

She mouthed a discreet 'Wow' as she shifted her eyes in every direction, attempting to process all the information her eyes were sending to her brain.

She noticed that Fred's arm did not leave her waist as he lead her around to sample each of the delicious treats.

"George and I would come here quite a bit in the early days of the shop. It doubled as a place to chill out and relax, and provide inspiration for new products."

Hermione watched as he causally threw a sticky toffee into his mouth, reminding her of the summer before her fourth year where she heard the story of Harry's cousin Dudley being at the receiving end of a Ton-tongue Toffee.

Realising that tonight was not going to be as bad as she had feared; she finally relaxed into Fred and began to enjoy herself. However, she vehemently refused to have a go on the dodgems, saying that she preferred her dinner to stay in her stomach. Instead, she watched Fred secretly cast a cushioning charm on his car before seeing the muggles bounce about with twice the force not even having hit Fred's car.

It was only when Fred saw Hermione yawning behind her hand for the fourth or fifth time that he realised he should probably take her home. Having her fall asleep now would really put a wrench in his plans.

Grasping her hand, he led them over to a quiet and unobtrusive place from where they could safely apparate back home.

Unlocking the door and removing the wards, Hermione dropped her belongings down on the table, and stepping out of her shoes, she moved herself to lie down on the sofa. Fred, seeing this, inwardly sighed and moved past, over to their bedroom.

"Aren't you coming to bed?"

"Mhmm, just a sec. I need to put my feet up for a minute. I wasn't expecting all that walking at the pier, my feet are killing me."

She lay herself down, eyes flickering closed.

Fred stopped before backing himself over to the sofa. He eased himself down, next to Hermione's feet which she had propped up on a soft cushion. Wordlessly, he took one of her feet in his hands, and he began to rub it gently.

Immediately, Hermione's eyes sprang open once more and she tilted her neck so that she could see what he was doing. One of his hands left her foot, and he waved at her to lay back down. Letting out a sigh of contentment, Hermione obeyed.

She felt his hands flutter over all the tense muscles and tissues, clearing away all the stress and tension. He started with the balls of her feet, moving down towards her heel, then up her ankle. Hermione wallowed in the good feeling until she realised where his hands were beginning to move. It all seemed so harmless until his hands had reached and then moved past her knee.

Fred, on the other hand, was leaning over her quite a bit so that he would be able to reach the tops of her shoulders. He almost abandoned all pretence as he moved to lie down next to her, cradling her body in his so that there was enough room for the both of them. He continued to stroke and massage her, moving up her arms, endeavouring to make her feel as comfortable as possible.

Slowly his hands moved south of her shoulders, down to her front. Instead of flinching as she had done earlier, eyes still closed, Hermione twisted herself into him, pulling her own arms up and around his neck.

Not in any way startled by the sudden enthusiasm, Fred summoned his Gryffindor courage, and he closed the distance between her face and his.

His hands began exploring again, but this time it was more deliberate, and Hermione let out a small squeak of surprise when she felt herself being hoisted into the air by Fred, and carried over towards their bedroom.

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