"George, you won't believe what I've just seen!" Fred arrived in his flat with a large crack, announcing his entrance. "George! Georgie!"

"What?! What could you possibly have seen that is so unbelievable?"

"Hermione Granger."

"Fred, have you lost your mind?"

"Let me finish. I saw Hermione Granger. Naked."

George had to sit down. "Hermione Granger. You saw her naked. She let you look at her. While she was naked. You're joking."

"Cross my heart. She just busted into our room at The Burrow, and she was naked. She had this awful day, culminating in being locked out of her apartment for an indefinite amount of time, so Mum and Dad are letting her stay in our room."

"Okay, but where does the nudity come in?"

"Hermione was getting out of the shower and the boys didn't put more towels in the bathroom, I guess. As a result, she walked over to our room absolutely stark naked. She has no clothes, so she put on one of my shirts."

George was silent, much too silent for a Weasley twin. Fred finally sat in the armchair across from his twin, waiting for him to process.

"Is she attractive?"

"George, bloody hell." His twin raised an eyebrow knowingly. "I think I'm in love."

"Oh ha ha."

"No, I'm serious. I saw her, and something inside me just clicked."

"Mate, if your dick clicks, I think you need to see a Healer."

"Shut it, George."

"Don't mix up being sexually attracted to YOUR LITTLE BROTHER'S BEST MATE for having feelings for her. Please."

"Well, then, what do you recommend I do?"

George thought on that for a moment. "Give it a week. Spend some actual time with her, maybe? Take the woman shopping, because Merlin knows she's not going to be able to wear your clothes to work until she can get back into her apartment. If you still feel like this, then maybe give it a go."

Fred seemed to be satisfied with his twin's answer. Just then, their mother popped through the Floo Network. "Boys! Get decent, I'm coming through." Molly Weasley appeared in the fireplace, to the delight of one son and the fear of another. "Ah, hello dears." She dusted herself off and hugged her boys.

"Hi Mum. What are you doing here?" George spoke up, and Fred stood there looking very nervous.

"Well, I don't know if Ron told you, but Hermione is going to be staying in your room for a bit. At least a week."

"Mum, it's not really our room anymore, is it?"

"It'll always be your room, boys."

"Is that all you came by to tell us?" Fred was urgently trying to get his Mum to leave him be, but also was looking for signs that she knew what had just happened between him and Hermione.

"Well if you wouldn't have interrupted me, I would have been able to tell you that Bill and Fleur are coming home for dinner, and Charlie is going to come home for a short holiday, just five days, so I want you two and Percy to come to dinner so we can have a proper family meal, with the ten of you." It always warmed her heart when all of her children were under one roof.

Fred and George glanced at each other briefly, knowing there was only one answer they could even consider. Mum's food was second to none. "Of course, we'll follow you home." They spoke in unison.

Molly left first, followed by George, and Fred turned the lights out in their flat and hopped into the fireplace. "The Burrow!"

He shot out of the hearth in his childhood home, knocking down his twin in the process. "You bloody idiot!"

"Language, boys!" Arthur was sitting in his chair, reading The Daily Prophet with his feet up.

"Sorry Dad!" Fred stood and helped his twin up. He glanced around the room, taking note of Percy, Harry, and Ron were sitting on the couch, discussing Ministry things. Percy had moved up in the world considerably, and was now Deputy Minister of Magic, next to Kingsley Shacklebolt. Ron and Harry were both working for the Auror Office, so the three often had a lot to talk about. Ginny and Bill were playing a game of Wizard's Chess while a moderately pregnant Fleur was napping on the couch next to her husband. Their older two children were spending time with their maternal grandparents, much to Molly's chagrin. Charlie and Hermione were helping their mother in the kitchen finish up dinner. The two had moved to the kitchen to set up dinner, and the first thing that Fred noticed was his shirt still on her body. He kept noticing her while she told the story of her day to Charlie and George, not knowing that he had shared that information with his twin. He nodded and gasped at the appropriate parts, hoping that his Mum had no idea that he had seen her in her naked glory. He noticed that she was wearing more than the shirt that he gave her to wear. She had clearly borrowed a pair of black tight pants from Ginny, and…

"Hey, Granger! Those are my socks!"

"Oh! Fred, you startled me." She looked a bit sheepish.

"Sorry, didn't mean to. Where did you get my socks?"

"Er, your dresser?" They were a particularly cozy looking pair, made with green wool. The toe and the heel were navy blue, matching the shirt. It looked like something his mother had made for him, as his initials were on the left sock, right at the top.

"Well, I guess you can keep them. For now." He winked at her, and she blushed the most adorable shade of pink. Ask her, ask her to go clothes shopping after dinner. Do it, do it right now. "Hey, Hermione, what are you doing after dinner?"

She looked a little taken aback. "Nothing, as far as I know. Why?"

"Well, I know you're going to need some clothes, and while I'm willing to let you keep stealing—"

"Borrowing, Fred."

"Yes, stealing my clothes, I was wondering if you'd like me to accompany you to get some new clothes. The years of Quidditch have really helped my muscles. I can carry all your bags." He waggled his eyebrows at her, and she rolled her eyes but gave him a smile.

"Yeah, actually, that sounds like a great idea Fred." She couldn't help but notice him. And not just notice his presence, like she did every time someone walked into a room she inhabited, but notice him. The way he was just a sliver taller than George, and that he had a few more freckles than him, and his hair stuck up in the front. Why am I looking at him like that? Why am I studying him like my life depends on it? She didn't necessarily want to know the answer to that question.

A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed the first two installments! I'm hoping this'll be about 15, maybe 20 chapters so I hope you stick with it. Let me know if you have any suggestions as the story goes on, I like input.

XO, pdp