AN: I'll have you all know I was already thinking about adding Fred's side after the second day this was up, but it was really all thanks to a certain review from FatinaFate that got me off my ass and writing this out. So thanks for the motivation, I'm glad someone else wanted this too! Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Fred liked to think of himself as a very impractical person, and as such he easily grasped the concept of soulmates others would find preposterous. Like all his other siblings before and after him, he was a hopeless romantic. Of course, he never quite let the hope of one day finding his soulmate dictate the way he lived his life. He knew the odds weren't in his favor, and this was probably the one thing he wouldn't bet on.

As he got older, Fred realized he wasn't going to sit around waiting for his one true love to show up, and as such started dating. There were a few promising women now and again, but they never seemed to like him as much as he liked them. Though he did not fall in love often, when he did it was with every fiber of his being. Unfortunately it tended to scare flighty women off, and as such he'd only been in a few serious relationships in his lifetime. Sometimes he even feared he'd end up alone, that he'd never find the love his parents had. They weren't soulmates, not really, but they were damn close. Of course Fred realizes that even if he never found love, he'd always have his family, and that was good enough for him. So you could probably imagine his surprise when Ginny confessed she'd found her soulmate at the bi-weekly family dinner.

"Oh! How lovely dear!" Their mom was quick to recoup, "What's his name? When's he coming over? Have you broke the news to Dean yet?"

"Mom!" Ginny cried indignantly before crossing her arms and looking away as she answered, "He's called Harry, probably never, and yes I have. He was shocked, but we both agreed not to let this get in the way of our relationship. Plus, Harry's in a relationship too."

"Oh," Molly replied sadly, "That's too bad."

"No it's not," His younger sister insisted, "I'm not just gonna drop Dean because I met the person who's my soulmate. Would you divorce Dad if your soulmate showed up tomorrow?"

"Of course not!" It was Molly's turn to be indignant.

"What did you say his last name was?" Ron tentatively questioned, looking paler than usual.

"I didn't." Ginny easily replied in a tone that signaled the end of the discussion. Of course Ron couldn't leave it at that, and gulped before continuing.

"Was it Potter?"

The sound of a fork dropping came before his sister's stumbled reply, "How, how did you know?"

"He's only been my best mate since I was 11, gee Gin, you think you'd listen when I talk sometime!"

"What an interesting development, wouldn't you agree Freddie?" George gave him a conspiratory look that Fred easily returned.

"Quite interesting indeed Georgie."

"Oh no!" Ginny interrupted, "You two stay out of this."

"I don't know if that's possible." Fred told her smartly.

"After all, this does concern our dear, baby sister." George continued.

"And we've never met this soulmate of yours either."

"How are we to know if he's honorable or not?"

"The only one's dishonorable here are you two!" Ginny complained, pouting as she played with her food.

For better or for worse, Ginny and Dean eventually broke up. Their differences were beginning to become too much even for them after a couple months since the meeting, and the red haired woman began hanging around a certain spectacled male more often. The break-up was pretty amicable thankfully, but Ginny had to wait a little longer for Harry to call it off with his current girlfriend. Apparently the woman hadn't been kind towards one of Harry and Ron's other friends, and the dark haired man decided that was the final straw. As far as Fred knew, Harry's break-up was not nearly as amicable as Ginny's. Just because the two were single though didn't mean the Weasley's were spared from the subsequent dancing around that happened for the next few months after.

It was decided though that Harry was, indeed, honorable and was quickly adopted into the family. Unfortunately both Fred and George lost the bet place on when the 'soulmates' would finally get together, they thought it wouldn't happen until the next year in January. Charlie thought it would be sooner and opted for late July, while both Bill and Ron guessed October, and Percy didn't deign to place a bet. In the end it was Bill and Ron who won, and the twins reluctantly handed over the winnings.

Before Fred knew it, three years had passed and now a wedding was upon him. He helped out where he could, which included mostly shopping for supplies. Unfortunately, since both George and him had a store to run, they couldn't help out as much as either of them would've liked. Thankfully Molly seemed to have pretty much everything covered, and one of Ginny's friends was apparently being really thorough with everything which helped a ton.

"I can't believe the youngest of us is getting married first." Fred expressed to George as they were closing the store on a late Friday evening.

"I know!" George shared the sentiment, "I was sure Bill would have just run off and eloped with Fleur by now."

"Hah, I think he wants to live a little longer."

Somehow he thinks he shouldn't be staring at a picture this intensely, but there's just something about it that he can't quite put his finger on. Harry had asked him over to help move his things and now here Fred was, stuck staring at a picture frame of three very different children, no more than 14 years old. On the right was his lanky, pale younger brother; on the left was Harry, his green eyes standing out against his tan skin; and there she was in the middle, holding the other two close, a girl with dark skin and brown frizzy hair. Her eyes held a knowledge he'd never seen up to now, and her smile was brilliant. Fred was certain he'd never met her before, he knew he would remember her if he did. This must've been Harry and Ron's other friend, as well as one of Ginny's bridesmaids.

"Oh wow, that was so long ago." Harry told Fred as he noticed what caught the taller man's attention, picking up the frame and looking at it, "Though I remember it like it was yesterday. Ron and I had just lost a football match because the other team cheated, knocking us over and stuff when the ref was either looking away or being blocked by someone else. So Hermione came up with this ingenious prank to get them back, and you should know that she's not normally one to prank people, but long story short, let's just say it took the other teams hair a while to grow back."

It was then that Fred knew he had to meet this Hermione as soon as possible, and had practically burned her name into his brain. Every time someone mentioned her, the redhead found himself discretely listening in. He didn't really understand it, but something was calling him to her, and he wanted to know more about her. He could briefly recall Ron complaining about how bossy she could be when they were younger, and Fred couldn't help but wonder if she still was. He didn't know what he would do if she was, but he figured he could live with it.

All his musings and questions came to a head one fateful afternoon, the week of the wedding, as he was taking a stroll through the park. George had claimed Fred was being too restless, and as such sent him away. That was when it happened, he was looking up at the sky as he quite literally ran into another person. Both of them landed on their backsides, and Fred felt his mouth go dry as he watched the woman he'd been wondering about for three weeks now shake her head.

"Oh I'm so sorry," The woman he knew as Hermione apologized quickly, gathering her bearings a bit faster than him, though she wasn't really looking at him.

"It's alright," He replied in a dazed fashion as he struggled to maintain eye-contact, "I should've been watching where I was walking."

It didn't work though as his eyes were drawn to the red light glowing from her chest, she caught him though but the anger seemed to die out of her own eyes as they flickered down to his own glowing chest. The nauseous look that quickly overtook her features sent a pit of dread into Fred's stomach. She looked back up at him, blue eyes met brown, and time seemed to still for just a moment.

"Me too," Hermione hastily replied as she forced herself to her feet, looking anywhere but at Fred, "I must be on my way now, bye."

"Wait!" He called after her as he too got to his feet, his hand reaching for where she'd been, but he hadn't reacted in time and she was already too far to chase after.

Fred groaned into his arms later that same day as he sat with George, Harry, Ron, and some of their other friends at Honeydukes. He was more than content to just wallow in his own misery, he finally met his soulmate, and just let her slip right through his fingers. No wonder he'd been so drawn in by her photograph all those weeks ago, that should've been the first indicator. He'd never had someone look so frightened of him before, and Fred could honestly say he didn't like it.

"I can't believe two," Ron exclaimed disbelievingly, "TWO, of my siblings soulmates are my very own best friends!"

"Right!" Lee eagerly replied, "I mean, what're the odds?"

"Apparently better than we both thought, eh Gred?" Goerge chimed in.

"Mmph." Came Fred's witty reply, head still in his arms before looking up at his friends, "You should've seen the way she looked at me! She already hates me and I've barely said two sentences to her."

"Please, like anybody could hate you." Angelina comforted, rubbing his back.

"I could!" Ron helpfully supplied.

"She doesn't hate you," Harry continued on ignoring Ron, "She just needs some time to adjust. Hermione never planned for something like this."

"This isn't something you just 'plan' for," Fred claimed sarcastically.

"Course not," The spectacled man agreed, before continuing in sync with Ron, "Unless you're Hermione Granger."

"She plans for everything, she'll come around." Ron finished, actually comforting Fred instead of laughing at him tonight.

"You think so?"

"Dude, out of all of us, who do you think knows her best?"

"Alright, alright, I'll stop my moping."

The rest of the night Fred spent laughing along with his friends and singing badly along to whatever pop song was playing. After getting reassurances from both Ron and Harry (not something Fred had ever thought he'd need before, trust me), the older Weasley felt confident enough to start his plans to woo one Miss Hermione Granger. Of course he couldn't set it into motion until Ginny's wedding, but he could afford to wait. But he had to keep pushing back his plans as the brunette didn't even notice him until the reception. Of course he had noticed her though, how could he not with that wonderful red number she was wearing. It was just the perfect color for her, especially considering it was one of his favorite colors. He watched as she watched his sister, and it was clear to him that she cared about Ginny as much as she did Harry.

So when he officially met her thanks to Ginny, who had a certain mischievous look in her eye, he opted to let Hermione make the first move. He didn't want to scare her away from coming on too strong, so he kept his distance, making the rounds just as she was. Though he couldn't help from glancing at her every few seconds even as he was talking to people he normally would've found interesting. Finally, his soulmate grabbed some food and sat down, so he did the same. They sat in an awkward and tense silence as Fred picked at his food. Sensing eyes on him, he turned to see George looking at him expectantly from across the dance floor, mouthing 'talk to her'.

So he did as he told her, "You look lovely."

"Thank you," She replied, glancing at him from underneath her eyelashes shyly before blushing and turning away, "You look nice as well."

"I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon." He spoke somewhat honestly, he knew he would see her here, but was still surprised nonetheless.

Finally she looked up at him and Fred couldn't fight the smile off his face if he tried, "Nor I you," She told him and they were silent for a moment, simply looking at each other before she continued, "I'm sorry for running away that time."

"It's all good, was quite the shock." He just couldn't take his eyes off of her, he wanted to memorize every detail about her and have it tattooed onto his brain.

"Yeah." She finally looked away as she replied, but he caught her attention again quickly.

"Would you like to dance?"

"Yes, I'd like that very much." And, much to his delight, she placed her hand gingerly in his and he led them both to the dance floor just as a slow song was starting to play.

Fred had never had so much fun dancing with someone else before, and thankfully the dancing seemed to put Hermione at ease as she started opening up to him, becoming less awkward and stilted in her replies. As they danced the night away, the older man couldn't help but silently thank Ginny for finally getting together with her own soulmate, just so he was able to meet his. He might not be the luckiest man in the world, but he felt close. Perhaps he wouldn't end up alone after all.