Title: Moving On

Author's Notes: This will be a series of scenes that could have taken place after the war at the end of book 7, but before the epilogue. They will be mostly about Ron and Hermione I guess, since they're my favourite characters. I hope you'll enjoy them… (unbeta'd, please try to ignore mistakes; I am also looking for a beta reader for my HP stories, so if you know anybody, let me know!)

Disclaimer: Not mine because if they were there would be a lot more Ron&Hermione scenes in the books (can't wait for the last movie, where they will hopefully get together like they did in the book!)

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Ron sighed and turned over in the bed, trying to get warm. He drew his legs up and curled into a ball, like he used to when he was cold at night as a kid. He sighed again.

He wasn't a kid anymore. In fact, what had happened only two hours ago in this same bed was a proof of that. He and Hermione had had sex. Not their first time, but definitely the best. So far.

The thought made Ron grin to himself. Mind you, this was Fred's bed. And although he – like the rest of the family – hadn't gotten over Fred's death yet, Ron couldn't help feeling amused at the thought of Fred's face if he knew that his younger brother had had sex with his girlfriend in his – Fred's – bed.

But amusement faded at the thought that Hermione was gone now, back to school as the new term would start tomorrow. In fact, it had actually started today, but lessons wouldn't be starting until tomorrow. Knowing that they wouldn't see eachother for a while now Hermione had chosen to skip the feast at the beginning of the term and spend the evening with Ron. But late at night she had had to leave, nonetheless.

Unlike Harry and Hermione, Ron had decided not to go back to Hogwarts for his seventh year. At least not yet. The reason had mainly been the fact that, now that Fred was dead, George could use his help in the shop. Their parents hadn't been thrilled with Ron's decision, but had agreed that it wasn't such a bad idea. After all, George was still having trouble coping without Fred, although he was trying to hide it.

Still unable to get warm alone in the huge bed, and unable to get to sleep, Ron decided that he could as well get up and start tidying up the mess he and Hermione had left in the twin's small flat that was – for now – Ron's new home. Fortunately George had had the decency to go out that night, spending the evening at his parents', when he had heard that Hermione was going to come over on her last night before the new school term.

Ron couldn't help worrying about his older brother. George hadn't had date or anything ever since their brother's death, and although neither of the twins had ever been one for a relationship, both of them had had dated so many girls – both witches and muggle girls – that Ron had had lost count a long time ago.

But not anymore. In fact George had withdrawn from most of his former social contacts, leaving his family to wonder if he was ever going to be the same again.

When Ron entered the small living-room he groaned at the mess he saw. He didn't remember it being that bad. The small kitchen area still showed the remnants of his disastrous attempts of cooking a meal and the cushions that should have been on the small old couches were spread all over the place from when they – which meant he and Hermione – had almost got carried away until remembering Fred's portrait that hung over a sideboard on the wall.

The portrait had been empty all evening – Fred probably having decided to visit the one hanging in his parents' living room – but there was always a chance he'd come back any moment and even with Hermione around Ron could never get carried away so much he'd risk having sex in front of his dead brother.

With another deep sigh Ron started rummaging through the mess looking for his wand – for it would definitely make tidying up much easier – when a voice startled him: "I take it she left, then?"

Ron turned around to see that Fred had finally returned to the portrait in his own flat. "Yeah…" he replied simply and instead of continuing to tidy up he flopped down on the nearest couch and yawned.

"Had a good time then, you two, while doing it…? In my bed?"

Ron's eyes widened in surprise and shock. "You know?"

Now Fred looked offended. "Do I know? For heavens sake, Ron, how stupid you think I am?"

"But… but… you weren't there. Or were you?"

The offended look was replaced by a grin. "Well, I came to see how the two of you were doing, and it wasn't hard to tell that you were doing okay, judging from the way you were going at it on the couch. I was almost afraid I'd have to watch the whole thing going down if I stayed any longer, when you suddenly stopped and went into my room."

Ron stared at his brother. "How did you know we… erm… continued?"

Rolling his eyes Fred answered: "Don't pretend to be that thick, Ron, it was audible."

Now Ron could feel himself blush and to make things worse he heard the flat's door being closed and a moment later George entered the room. For the first time in weeks he was wearing a curious expression rather than a depressed one. "What was audible?" he asked looking first at Ron and then at Fred in the portrait, who was still grinning.

"Ickle Ronnikins just had sex. In my room", Fred explained.

"It's my room now…" Ron tried to argue, but Fred ignored him as he added: "In my bed."

"Yuck", said George, looking at his younger brother who had already given up on arguing and was squirming to get out of this situation.

"I think I really need rid of this mess, so could you leave me alone while I start tidying up?" he asked in an annoyed tone.

Of course, neither of the twins agreed. Instead George sat down on the couch, beside Ron and placed an arm around his younger brothers' shoulders. "Don't worry about the mess. You can do it tomorrow. And don't let Fred get to you." He turned towards his twin brothers' portrait and gave Fred a stern look. "Maybe we should leave Ron alone for a while – he's being a great help lately."

"I am not denying that. Mum even said that it's all up to him that you will reopen the shop."

With a shrug George admitted: "It probably is. At first I didn't want to reopen at all but then Ron said…"

"Could you please stop talking about me as if I wasn't there?" Ron asked, feeling rather irritated now.

Both twins turned their attention on him and – much to Ron's surprise – did something they had never done before; they apologized to him. He almost thought that next they would start getting sentimental and start thanking him for his help but – fortunately, he thought – it didn't happen. Instead George withdrew his arm from around Ron's shoulders but bent over to whisper in his brother's ear – not without making sure he was still loud enough for Fred to hear, though: "You will have to forgive Fred – he thinks he has to make up for the fact that he is dead now… probably feels left out or something."

Ron grinned, while Fred looked he wanted to throw something at his brothers. He couldn't, though, because he was still dead, and he wouldn't come back, but at least Ron had noticed a little change in George tonight. Maybe he was getting closer to becoming his old self after all. And that, Ron thought, was even worth the embarrassment of having Fred overhear him having sex with Hermione.