A/N: edited version.

Chapter 15

Fred was pissed. No. Pissed was an understatement. Fred was ready to commit murder.

"What happened, brother?" George greeted with a smile.

"Hermione. Malfoy. Coffee," Fred muttered.

George's smile fell when he saw how Fred's eyes were literally turning red and his knuckles are dead white from anger. "Wait. You're supposed to be on a lunch date, right? Why is she with Malfoy now?"

"We had lunch then we bumped into him," Fred sighed.

"Then?"

"Then I left her with him. I don't know what they're doing now. Maybe they're back together or they're married. I don't know! I don't fucking know!" Fred jumped from where he was sitting and went to his room, slammed his door shut with a strong locking spell.

George banged on the door impatiently. "Open this, you stupid arse!"

"Why am I the stupid one?!" Fred yelled back.

"You left her, mate! You're the one who actually let her go!"

Fred sat on the edge of his bed with her hands on her head. "You didn't see her face! She was babbling and blushing!"

"Fred, mate, you were never good with interpreting body language." George said through the door. Fred suddenly bolted from the bed and opened the door. He let George in and both sat in the bed.

"Fred," George started. "She might have been blushing because his fly was open, we don't know!"

"Damn it! Be serious!" Fred yelled. George just laughed.

"Oh, man. Just think about it. You don't know what's going on in her head! But sometimes, 'getting coffee' is a translation for 'I want to get back with you, won't you give me another chance?', you know." George snickered.

"Merlin, George, you're really not helping!"

"Just go there, for fucksakes!"

~OoO~

Five minutes later, Fred was standing in front of the coffee shop with a hopeful outlook and confidence that not even a flock of dementors can take away from him. He was looking from the shop's window when he saw them laughing. He would've found Hermione cute with her cheeks tainted with a blush but all he could feel was the way his chest pound from jealousy.

"He won," Fred mumbled. He started walking slowly thinking of how he would spend the rest of his life regretting the fact that he didn't even put up a fight. Maybe Hermione was not meant for him… Maybe he wasn't good enough… Maybe…

"Fred!" A familiar voice called out for him not far away. Fred turned around and saw the girl that makes his heart swell in love and sadness at the same time. How he manages to breathe through it, he doesn't even want to know.

"What?" He asked coldly. Hermione was taken aback with Fred's sudden attitude.

"I was just going to look for you," Hermione replied.

"Here I am, then."

Hermione stared at him for awhile. How could she start her speech if she doesn't know what the hell is wrong with her boyfriend? "Are you okay, Fred?" Hermione asked.

"Bloody spectacular!"

"Are you mad at me for having coffee with Draco? I'm really sorry, okay. But you left me there, giving me no choice!" Hermione snapped. "You know what, I'm not here to bloody fight with you. I have something to tell you," Hermione stared at her shoes and blushed. Fred mistook it for her not having the heart to dump him.

Fred sighed loudly. "I know."

"What?" Hermione asked, confused.

"You chose him. I get it. You're giving him another chance. I was a phase… blah blah… Just don't expect me to jump for joy, Hermione."

Hermione's eyes went wide as a saucer and again, Fred mistook it for her being busted. "Listen, Hermione. I love you. I really do. Might have been longer than what you're thinking," Fred took a long breath. "I've had feelings for you since we're still in Hogwarts. I just couldn't tell you then so I just stared at you from afar. I'm a pervert, I know. I just… Fuck! I love you. Go to him, now."

She stared at him for what it felt like years. She had unshed tears on her eyes and her mouth was formed like a thin line. She took five steps going to him and Fred stayed where he was, trying to guess what she's trying to do. Hermione reached for Fred's cheek and touched it lightly. And before Fred could even think of something to say, Hermione slapped him.

"You're stupid."

Fred just stared at her, eyes wide and his hand cradling his cheek. "What was that for?!"

"So after that speech, you're just going to let me go? After everything I've told you. After everything we've done for this past month?! I have never been more insulted in my life, Fred!"

"Wha..?"

"Stop talking! Listen to me! I trusted you with myself. We're only together for a month but you already know more about me than Harry and Ron and my parents combined! I told you what I felt for him and you should've listened to every word I said that night! I adored him, Fred! A-D-O-R-E-D! It's not enough for me to choose him now! We have moved on!" This time, Hermione's tears were flowing freely on her cheeks. The people all around them are staring at the Gryffindor Princess and the Weasley Prankster. A known reporter from Witch Weekly was on the side and trying to write what she is currently witnessing

"I'm sorry for not noticing your feelings for me before. I'm sorry if you're being stupid and letting me go for nothing. I don't even know why I'm sorry for that but, fuck!" The audience gasped. Not aware that their heroine can say a scandalous word like that.

"George's right. You're never good with figuring out people's feelings. I love you, Fred! And I'm sorry if it took me so long to say it, and I'm sorry if you waited a long time for this moment to come, but I really, honestly love you so much I would trust all of my body parts with you!"

Fred stared blankly at Hermione. His brain still trying to process every word she said. But all he needs was a confirmation.

"Say it again," he said.

"What?"

"Say it again," he repeated.

"I love you, Fred!"

It only took five steps to close the distance between them, two seconds to grasp her waist, and a second to kiss her lips.

All the people around them cheered, including Draco Malfoy. Happy that the Gryffindor princess finally found her prince. Happy that they have witnessed something more magical than their own abilities. Something that they can revel on because Voldemort was dead. Because love is something that can never be broken.

"Burrows?" Hermione whispered on Fred's ear.

"You do know Mum will be taking her wedding planner out once we tell her we're really official, right?"

Hermione laughed, "Well I'm not going anywhere, Fred."

Mrs. Weasley was right. Hermione was meant to be a Weasley after all.

A/N: And that ends my fanfic! I know it took me seven months to finish this, but it's all worth it, right?! This is the first time I've finished anything in my life! I don't even finish my own homework, damn it! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my story as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you all for putting this story on your alert and favourites! Thank you for all the reviews!

Also, this fan fic won't be having an epilogue because meh~ we all know they'll have 345654323454 kids! So yeah, I'll just leave that with your imaginations! Until next time, guys!