A/N: Hello dear friends, and welcome to my new Fremione fanfic.

This story is heavily inspired by the movie 'Made of Honor' (2008) with Patrick Dempsey and Michelle Monaghan as the main characters, however I have of course tried to adapt this to the best of my abilities to fit in the Harry Potter-universe. If you've seen the movie you pretty much know the plot-line but I can assure you that not everything will follow the original and hopefully you'll think this is a fun and interesting take on it.

I have two things that I would like for you to keep in mind though, one - I know that Hermione (and perhaps other characters to come) will be slightly OoC but I promise you that I always try to stay true to how J K Rowling (and occasionally Warner Brothers, and Emma Watson) portrayed her, as well as my own interpretation of her, two - I cannot promise you that I will update regularly but I have the whole plot figured out and I hate to leave things unfinished, which is why it's taken me since 2012 (when I first got the idea of doing this fanfic.) until now to actually write it down and upload it.

I love reviews so you're more than welcome to leave one if you like this story and if you have any remarks on my grammar or anything like that I'd love it if you could please tell me so I can correct any mistakes. I just want to do my best to try to share this story with all of you and hopefully you'll enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own the movie 'Made of Honor', this is just me having some fun with the characters.


New years 1998/1999

Frederick Gideon Weasley was drunk. Incredibly so. Not that it was anything wrong with that, it was New Year's after all and he had, along with his Partner-In-Crime and twin brother, arranged the biggest party of the year. Well at least the biggest so far in 1999 - it was a bit difficult to compete with the celebrations that occured after the fall of old Voldy. He wandered the still crowded rooms of the Burrow and once again smiled smugly about the fact that his parents at the last minute had decided to spend the week in Romania with his older brother Charlie. That's what happens when you announce that you have a girlfriend - Mum immediately just has to meet her and decide if she's good enough for one of her precious boys. One would think that she'd be this protective or more so over his youngest sibling and only sister Ginny but no, as long as she's dating the Boy-Who-Lived and the Boy-Who-Killed-The-Darkest-Lord-Of-All-Time - she's off the hook.

Anyway, even with such short notice everyone and their cousins had showed up to the party and it was bloody amazing!

He and George had of course put several of their edible products mixed in with the offered food, desserts and drinks and the fireworks they'd developed were just the icing on the cake. Brilliant they were.

Now he just wondered were the lovely Romilda Vane had run of to.

Smirking, he remembered whispering in her ear to meet him in Charlie and Bill's old bedroom on the third floor, since he knew that his own would be well occupied by his twin and his girlfriend Angelina Johnson and that was not something he'd like to witness - and Percy's room, that was also on the second floor next to George and his, was out of the question because nothing could kill the mood like being in that overly organized room. Yuck.

He stumbled and bumped into several people on the way to the stairs - most of them couples making out (his best friend Lee Jordan and Katie Bell, Ron and one of the Patil sisters) or people laughing at yet another successful prank (Neville Longbottom had turned completely blue from head to toe from eating one of their latest inventions - 'Time Fruit Change Toffee' - his idea) but he finally made it.

Why on earth did the stairs had to go in a circle? Once he was on the third floor his head was spinning and he had to take a few deep breaths before he opened the door to his brother's room.

It's time for a little action, he thought groggily.

"Vane, where are you?" he quietly asked the black room. The moonlight provided enough light for him to finally notice a female figure laying in one of the beds.

"I'm coming missy, I've got a big surprise for you" he giggled, while taking off his shirt and trousers which had become incredibly tight in anticipation.

"Let's have some fun, Vane!"

He crawled in under the blanket and embraced the body from behind when-

"AAAAaaaaHh!"

The figure next to him moved around quickly and let out a scream. This startled him enough to also start shouting in confusion and together they were thrashing around in the bed trying to get away from each other. What the hell was going on?

Before he could react much more the woman had reached over him, grabbed her wand and he heard the words "Oppugno" before he suddenly was attacked by several pillows beating him, knocking him to the floor.

"AAAaaHh! GET THEM OF ME! GET THEM OF ME! BLOODY HELL!" He let out a string of curses and his arms were going everywhere trying to keep the bloody pillows from hitting his face and other precious body parts.

"FREDERICK GIDEON WEASLEY WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

Had he not been too distracted he would have been able to recognize that reprimanding voice anywhere but in his drunk and confused state, along with the bloody pillows trying to kill him he was unable to concentrate.

"What happened?! where is Vane?!"

"Why are you in here, Fred?!"

… Oh Merlin no, don't tell me-

"... Granger?!"

"Crawling into a bed with a sleeping person is a new low, even for you Fred, you idiot!"

"CAN YOU GET THE BLOODY PILLOWS TO STOP HITTING ME THAT WOULD BE NICE?!"

He heard her whisper the counter-curse and then several small thuds as the pillows hit the floor next to him.

"Why are you here, Granger?! What the hell happened to Vane?!"

"Vane? Romilda Vane? Why would I know anything about Romilda Vane's whereabouts? Clearly I was trying to get some sleep as I have to study tomorrow but my peaceful rest was rudely interrupted when you decided to grope me!"

She started hitting him with one of the pillows again.

"I didn't come here to grope you! I came here to grope Vane! No, not grope her but you know what I mean! Why aren't you in Ginny's room?!"

She let out a growl.

"Your sister is currently busy making out with Harry on her bed so sleeping in there was out of the question and before you ask, no I would not go to Ronald's room. It would really give him the wrong impression if he found me sleeping in his bed so soon after our break up!"

He let out a groan and covered his face with his hands. All he'd wanted was to get laid but now the mood was dead. He realised that he was still only in his red briefs and when he removed his hands he could see a small blush on Granger's face when she too realised his undressed state. She on the other hand was wearing a proper flannel pyjamas (white with black polka dots on it) and her hair was ridiculously bushy and frizzy as usual.

"Oh well... I might as well have a cup of tea since I'm up... would you like some? You clearly don't need any more alcohol in your system."

Scrowling he sat up and was just about to protest and decline but then he noticed that the room was spinning so he swallowed his original answer and replaced it with a "Sure, why not."

She flicked her wrist and the tiny lamp on the nightstand turned on, and while he slowly moved from the floor onto the other bed he watched as she summoned a thermos with hot tea as well as two cups from her beaded bag on the nightstand. He'd not seen her without that bag since before taking off with Harry and Ron to go on their secret mission (they still refused to tell everyone the specifics on what they'd been up to) instead of going back to what was supposed to be their seventh year at Hogwarts.

His body was aching and he was certain he'd get some bruises from the pillow assault.

"I'm going to be so careful who I get into bed with from now on."

In response he saw how she rolled her eyes while pouring up the tea.

"That would be a big adjustment for you, wouldn't it?" she smirked, then handed over his cup before sitting down on the bed she'd previously been sleeping in, with her back against the wall and her legs close to her body.

"I don't know what you're talking about" he answered but he could tell that she didn't fall for his lie.

"The infamous Weasley twin, the prankster and womanizer who slept with at least half the girls in seventh year at Hogwarts. I'm sure you sullied all the broom closets and I know I caught you with your tongue down someones throat more times than I could possibly count on two hands."

"I was only enjoying a quick snog with them!" he protested but left out the fact that had they not been interrupted that would not be the case. With a crooked smile he then added "Besides, I assure you that I was a bit more creative than only using the broom closets, wanna hear about them?"

In his intoxicated state he hadn't noticed that he'd somehow moved to the same bed that she was sitting on and was now right next to her.

A small disapproving frown appeared on her face.

"Are you flirting with me?"

"Oh no, trust me. You're not my type."

"Yes of course. I have a brain that I actually use, and unlike the girls you're always after I don't need to have my legs wrapped around a man to feel good about myself."

He stared at her then let out a booming laugh. Was this really the same stuck-up Prefect Granger that used to yell at him for corrupting the innocent minds of first years at Hogwarts? Who knew she had a humorous bone in her body.

"Yeah, you remind me too much of Madam Pince. Or Mrs. Norris... So tell me Granger, what does miss Know-It-All do to feel good about herself?" he asked with hooded eyes. Merlin he was drunk.

She turned her head to look at him, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"You're offensive! And you're crazy. Seriously Weasley, get your mind out of the gutter."

"I was just asking! And I was being honest - You just have that stern librarian vibe."

She huffed, then turned her attention back to her tea.

"So how did you know it was me and not George that was getting into the bed next to you?"

He was genuinely curious, very few could tell them apart. Sure, George was missing an ear but she couldn't possibly have seen that in the dark room. Oh, and of course the scars on his back but she couldn't possibly have seen or felt them.

"You want me to be honest with you?"

"I believe honesty is the best policy." He could almost say it with a straight face but he knew she noticed the twitch in his features.

"Yeah, right. Prankster extraordinaire Frederick Weasley believes honesty is the best policy. Seems about right." She muttered. He smiled widely and held up his hands as if to show he gave up.

"Well, at least when it comes to girls! My profession is a completely different story."

She huffed again, then she surprised him with putting away her cup and turning her whole body in his direction.

"Fine. Honestly? I knew it was you and not George because I know how to tell you apart. Because even though you're twins there's still small things that make you different from each other. For example, one of you have slightly more defined muscles in your arms, hair that is just a tiny bit silkier than the others and a voice that is just a bit more relaxing. And clearly that is not you. Upon closer inspection your nose is a tiny bit bigger and your upper lip's a tiny bit thinner, features that are accentuated by that ridiculous haircut of yours. Seriously you should either grow it out or cut it off, this middle thing is not working for you. And while I'm at it - I feel sorry for you that you have to validate yourself through insatiable-meaningless-ego-sport-sex, with insecure girls. I would never stoop so low to have sex with someone like you - and I've dated Ronald."

He stared at her in amazement while touching his hair and nose. No one had ever pointed out the differences between him and George so thoroughly before! And who was she to point out his hair, had she ever looked in a mirror before?

She suddenly moved to stand up and started walking towards the door and she was almost out in the hallway when he finally was able to move again and stumbled after her.

"Granger wait! That was bloody amazing!"

"What was?" Her voice was bored and tired.

"The honesty. No one except for George have ever been so honest with me before. It's refreshing!"

"It's called a friend, don't you have hundreds of those? No wait, they're just admirers right?"

He decided to ignore her question but continued to follow her down the stairs.

"Where are you going?"

"Well, it's obvious that I won't get any sleep in Charlie and Bill's room so I decided to try Percy's. Good night Fred."

She opened the door and stepped inside only to turn around again to look at him with a smug smile on her face. He peeked inside.

There on Percy's bed was Romilda Vane.

"Freddy?" She was noticeably intoxicated, even more so than he was.

"Oh Freddy, I want-" Hiccup "-you" Hiccup "-take me on a broom ride?" He saw how her face twisted, then she threw up in one of Percy's precious cauldrons.

"She's all yours 'Friend'." Hermione walked up the stairs again, still with the same smug smile in place. He turned to look at the inebriated girl who seemed to be seconds from passing out on Percy's bed. Nope, the mood was dead and even though his standards weren't that high he still liked the girls he was with to be conscious so they too could have a good time.

"Get some sleep, Vane."

He closed the door and followed Granger up the stairs, he was tired and hopefully she wouldn't hex him if he slept in the other bed.