Fremione~ Not a little girl anymore

Fred and George Weasley were currently tossing fireworks in to the air for entertainment. They always did this, of course, at the Sunday family dinners. Just then, Mrs. Weasley came out, followed by a woman that they almost didn't recognize.

"Hermione?" Fred asked, nearly dropping the firework he was holding. Everyone spun around to face their new guest. Ron was the first to speak. "What are you doing here?" He asked rather harshly. "Just because you have your head up your ass, it doesn't mean that I won't come when someone needs my help." Hermione snapped. Of course, everyone knew why she was angry. Ron had cheated on her with Romilda Vane- and got caught.

"Who needs your help?" Ron demanded. Ginny stepped in front of Ron. "I do. What? Do you think I'm going to let Mum plan my wedding?" Two years earlier, Harry had popped the question and Ginny, being Ginny, said yes. No one had seen Hermione since then, because Ron's little affair had been only weeks before that. The only reason she came was because Harry had asked her to be there.

Fred had to admit, she looked different. Oh, who am I kidding? Fred thought. She looks bloody gorgeous! Fred studied Hermione. She was wearing a causal tee shirt and jeans paired with black high heels. He had never seen a Weird Sisters shirt look so sexy... She had her hair down, brown curls tumbling down her back, instead of a frizzy mess like it used to be.

Ginny and Hermione walked inside to the kitchen while Ron muttered, "if she's going to be here, I'm not staying," and disappereated. Bill, Charlie, Percy, and their wives weren't there yet, so it was just Fred and George standing outside. George turned to his twin and said, "Bloody hell! And we used to make fun of Hermione!" Fred nodded, not able to string together a sentence. "Oi, you okay, mate?" Fred snapped out of whatever daze he was in and grinned. "Never better."