Authors note

Hey! I had some work to do, I’m sorry that this is a little later in the day :) 

Imma try some new things with my writing, ok? I’m going to write first-person POVs like they’re talking to you.

Please, feel free to leave me suggestions by owling me!

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Frederick’s 1st person POV

It’s been two days since the new Marriage Law was released. Two days since I finally told, no, showed Hermione how I felt. I’d been sure it was quite obvious, Ginny and George had known I liked Hermione for ages, if you’d seen me you’d know I liked her. 

I think it began in her third year, my fifth. I started realizing she wasn’t just my little brother’s and sister’s annoying friend, that she was actually really beautiful and kind. I could go into detail about her but let’s continue. I began when Hermione met us Weasleys at the Leakey Cauldron after our trip to Egypt. I saw her and I had to do a double-take, she looked different. Her hair was slightly below her hips, her hips, they swung back and forth as she walked, she wasn’t pale, but not too tan, she had on these jeans and a sweater. She looked brilliant, but I, a nearly sixteen-year-old, could not be thinking these things about a thirteen-year-old. And then she was smiling at me, I nearly died, she caught me looking at her.

“Hey, Frederick! How was Egypt.” I remember she asked me, walking towards me with her new cat, Crookshanks. She kept smiling, waiting for me to answer her.

“I-I-erm, well, It was hot.” I seriously couldn’t get my mind off of her curves at the moment, I could handle my eyes but not my mind. She’d given me a seriously, that’s all? look, she was so adorable that I’d nearly died again, “Well, erm, It was, um, fun?” She just gave me the same look, but it changed, it was more of a did something happen? kind of look, like she knew anything. Sure, George and I tried to trap Percy in a Pyramid, but it didn’t work. And yeah, Mom and Dad got mad and our brooms were taken for a week, but still.

She asked me something along the lines of “Frederick, did you and George do something that ended up getting you into trouble?” But I wasn’t really listening at that moment, my thoughts had drifted back to her body and her kindness and brilliance and intelligence and leader- You get it, right? Yeah well, she tried waving her hands in front of my face but I didn’t snap out of it until she poked me in the stomach. No, it wasn’t so much as her poking me, more of what she’d done after.

I remember quite vividly that she had screamed “Ouch! Oh, Merlin! Frederick Weasley, what the bloody-! Merli- Frederick, what’s under your shirt?” But I had nothing under my shirt, just me. She had hurt her finger poking me? It didn’t make sense until she pulled my shirt up. Yup she did, and what was underneath my shirt, you ask? Abs, my eight-pack. I’d never even realized I’d had abbs until then, George didn’t have them either, it was strange. I must have been practicing quidditch a ton, and more than Georgie too. By now we had all of the present Weasley’s attention, including Harry.

“Hermione are you ok? Did you hurt yourself?” I had asked her, more frantically than I’d probably ever asked anything. She didn’t answer, she was just looking at my stomach, which gave me some pride, but made me feel self-conscious. I’d quickly pulled my shirt back down and that’d snapped Hermione out of her daze.

“I am so sorry Frederick. It’s just, you weren’t answering me and I was waving my hands in your face but you wouldn't snap out of it, so I poked you.” And all the while she was cradling one of her hands in the other. Everyone else had gone back you their own things and I’d felt really bad about her hand, I still do to this day. I told her that it was fine and asked her if she’d broken anything to that she laughed and said, “Your abs aren’t that hard. Erm, well, more like I’m not strong enough to poke you so hard my finger breaks.” And then she giggled, and I laughed with her after a second of confusion. Nothing else happened until school, it was actually really boring, more than usual. I missed the little bushy-haired girl while I was at classes or quidditch, she was becoming something to me, something more than a friend. We spent time in the library with each other occasionally, just studying or coming up with ideas for me and George’s shop for when we left Hogwarts.

One time at the library we decided to go into Hogsmeade together. That never happened since we realized, later on that same day in the common room, that people would talk about us, rumors would fly, and not settle down. And so I never went to Hogsmeade with Hermione, we just studied together. My schedule that year was just three classes, lunch, free period, and another three classes, later there was dinner, and after that, it was to study with Hermione in the library for hours. I actually started getting really good grades because of it, but George still got our usual grades.

Oh, and in her fourth year, my sixth, she was even more beautiful than I could imagine. She had even longer hair, her hips swung more, and her eyes shined brighter than ever, but her kindness, her brilliance, that’s what stood out most. Her determination, leadership, rule-following, knowing when to break them, her quick affective thinking, everything caught my attention. She caught me off guard, all the time, we’d be walking in the halls together and she’d flip her hair off her shoulders or she’d smile her award-winning smile, her genuine smile.

I had wanted to take Hermione to the Yule Ball, I really, really did. But Viktor Krum had taken a liking to her, I couldn’t compete with him. Then at the ball, when she came down late, I almost dropped Angelina’s hand just so I could at least ask her for a dance, just one song. But Krum beat me to it. That night was probably the most boring night of my life that looked like it was fun. All I wanted was Granger, just to dance with her, hold her hand, hold her in my arm, kiss her lips, and- No, I didn’t let my imagination go further than that, she was fourteen and I was nearly seventeen, I couldn’t think of a fourteen-year-old girl like that, I wouldn’t allow myself to.

That year ended in Cedric’s death, Harry won the tournament and gave George and me his winnings. It was an ok year, but I still couldn’t call Granger mine. 

And ever since then, I’ve been infatuated with Hermione Granger, trying not to show it but miserably failing to fool everyone. But, of course, I fooled her. Hermione Granger, the only one who was fooled, the Smartest Witch of Her Age was fooled by my acting when no one else was.

So now, two days after I learned I’d get to marry her, two days after I learned she likes me, even just a little bit, I’ll finally admit it.

I, Frederick Gideon Weasley, am In Love with Hermione Jean Granger. She, too, will be a Weasley in no time.

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Authors note

Hey! I really am sorry that this is a little later in the day :(

Please, feel free to leave me suggestions by owling me!