Molly watched as Fred stared longingly at Hermione from across the room. She was currently arguing with Ronald, who had once again

picked a fight with her. Molly loved her boys but they could be so bloody oblivious as to what was in front of them. Hermione and Ron spent more time fighting

than acting like a couple. Most of their fights consisted of Ron yelling at her for spending time with Fred. No one really knew how that odd friendship started, no

one questioned it. They brought out the best in each other in a way her and Ron didn't. Her smiles were brighter and her laughs were more full of life. When

she was around he didn't pull as many pranks as his twin, though everyone knew he helped plan them. Because of this lack of pranking the Burrow saw a new

side of Fred.

"Ron, stop it already! I'm tired of this, I really am. Why can't you just let me be? Yes, Fred and I are friends. I don't see why that would

upset you. I never have an issue with you being around you're female friends."

"Because they don't look at me the way he looks at you!" Ron bellowed, silencing the whole room. Molly's eyes snapped to Fred who had a look that seemed

to bea mix between shock and anger, a side rarely seen on Fred. Harry stood and placed himself between Hermione and Ron. "Ron, this isn't the time or place,

your petty jealousy is starting to get old. Now, I'd suggest you go upstairs and leave the rest of us at peace, or Godric help me I will hex you." Ron's ears grew

red from anger as he huffed and turned to march up stairs.

" 'Mione, why don't you head home, I'll be there later." Harry turned to Fred. "Make sure she get's there safe, no side trips to the book

store. After fights like these I usually walk in to find myself tripping over forty new books." Hermione blushed, and moved toward the door.

"You got it, boss. Home, no books." Fred rested his hand on Hermione's back as he guided her out. "Blimey, you'd think he's your mum the way he fusses." Fred

commented not so quietly. "Oi! I heard that!" Harry called after them, but his grin gave away his true feelings.

"They'll work out. I know they will. If they can't then, who can?" Harry said to Molly, not taking his eyes off the pair until they apparated from the property.

"I hope you're right, my boy. I hope you're right."