This one felt better shorter, I was trying to be funny... I think I fell short of the mark a few times, but hey can't hurt a girl for trying. I hope you guys like it, I was slightly shocked by the amount of people who've favourited and alerted the first chapter. I would adore to hear what people think of it, but errrm, no pressure or anything. :) So cool, I'm off to have a cuppa tea and a fag now. Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: to say I do not own any of these characters, I do not own certain lines and events that are all copyrighted to JK Rowling.

The sun was sweltering hot, and the idea of the nine Weasleys all under such a risky condition was slightly ironic. All of them hidden under large hats, and in short sleeved summer robes (bar Bill who had developed the tough skin of a harder sun bather, either that or he had found a magical spell that prevented sunburn), touring the tombs of Egypt. Sand especially had a nasty way of finding its way into everything, hair, mouths, underpants…

The thought about her bushy brown hair in the sunlight, the sun making it glisten with flecks of red-gold, Fred imagined her turning towards him and imparting her special smile, unique to her only.

Well something was bound to happen and it was very unfair that Molly Weasley expected them all to behave. Obviously when she said all of them, she was speaking directly to Fred and George. They thought their new playground was marvellous, as it was the ancient Egyptian wizards were rather a loopy set, and the curses they placed on their holy resting places was enough to turn the hair on an unsuspecting individual white… literally.

Fred hadn't been able to believe his Father's luck when he'd come home raving about the Prophet's grand prize; as a rule not much ever seemed to happen to the Weasley's that was lucky when it came to money.

It was more like Jack and the Beanstalk, where Jack was given magic beans by an ugly Warlock who told Jack that great fortune would await him; it had been a huge scam of course, the Warlock simply wanted to offload his undesirable Giant neighbour onto the poor sod. Luckily the Giant had been magically experimenting with a rare breed of English goose, instead of making a mouth-watering meal; he'd produced a goose with a loose-… Well it laid golden eggs didn't it? However considering the side effects are meaningless, the moral could be said, don't shove whopping great eggs up another's arse, even if they make you rich.

The end.

Fred wasn't entirely sure how his Father winning such a large amount of money could remind him of that story, other than it's better to have a normal digestive system than be rich. Nevertheless, it did mean only one thing to a family of whom material objects meant very little, and family bonding time meant rather a lot; except for Percy, it was very hard to appreciate spending more time with him. That's right, a holiday. What with six sons and a daughter to consider Egypt seemed like the perfect destination, filled with enough history to occupy Mr Weasley and his wife, as well as it being interesting enough to occupy all of their children, including Percy; the bonus being they got to see their curse breaking son Bill, dangly earing included.

Her warm brown eyes would turn to his and she would have a fierce look about her, like she was about to dissect a newt for potions class. That look of intelligence and undeniable bossiness could be incredibly endearing, sweet even. Fred found himself thinking fondly.

As for the mischief that the twins had conducted over the summer, so far they'd had slim pickings, other than wind Percy up about his girlfriend, annoy their mother, and perform the sonorous charm on Ron when he phoned Harry, which was hilarious. Their Dad had told Ron to speak loudly in case the line was crackly, instead Ron roared so loudly at the telephone receiver there was to be no doubt that the Muggles in the village below would have heard him. Strictly speaking they weren't supposed to do magic, however they'd always got away with it in the past, and no one had ever found out. Mum didn't know much better when it came to Muggle things and therefore assumed that this was normal, tears of laugher had poured down their cheeks, as a mollified Ron was yelled at aggressively, almost as loudly as he was down the telephone line.

He couldn't wait to see her, hear her voice so light and enchanting become shriller as she grew crosser and crosser, Fred wanted her to get cross at him, just so she'd shout at him, just so she'd notice him.

Egypt had opened great hulking doorways to them, and due to the rather large amount of tombs that Bill had relished in giving them a guide tour, the opportunity had been bountiful. There had been one beautiful moment when George had had the idea to shut Percy in a pyramid, and they'd almost come close, just as they were about to shut the cursed entranceway their Mother had seen them and started screaming deafeningly. "DON'T YOUBLOODY DARE! WHEN I GET HOLD OF YOU TWO!" She had run towards them, however being quite short and slightly dumpy they'd had no problem making a break for it, leaving Percy and his shiny badge to leave the tomb in peace. Fred vowed they would get that badge if it was the last thing they did, the pompous toff. Sometimes he was ashamed to call him his brother, and without a doubt there would be no love lost if he ever switched to the dark side; Fred was undeniably referring to Ministry officials.

He thought about school, being close to her again; he'd be able to protect her this time, he'd keep an eye on her. They had the map, it would be easy to see where she was, find excuses to bump into her, perhaps even touch her again. The image of her small clenched fist tucked inside his larger palm was oddly satisfying.

"I think you'll like this one," Bill said with a grin, looking directly his twin brothers; he led them towards the last tomb in the passage. Ginny was right behind Percy, who was following Mum.

She took one look inside and said promptly, "Ginny love, I'm feeling all queasy, come and sit outside with me," then dragged her outside, whilst her daughter protested loudly.

Oh, behold the wonders of disfigured and grotesque muggle skeletons, all warped and triple headed.

"Bill, this is awesome," Fred had said hoarsely, looking around with a faint gleam in his eye. George followed this wordlessly and they had both wandered off into the gloomier parts of the tomb. Ron had followed, a gormless look about his face, he swore as he tripped over his large feet as he stepped into the tomb. He was a walking, talking blundering idiot, puberty was gonna hit the moron hard.

Fred hid behind a more monstrous former muggle, its skin sucked tight to the bones, with its face contorted into a misshapen silent screech.

"Hello pretty lady," he had said in a deep and questionable eastern European accent. "Would you like a sweetie from my handbag?"

Ron had jumped, a girlish scream echoing around the tomb and stared at the skeleton in terror before running straight out back into where his Mother would be waiting for them.

"That, was pure genius," George had choked, between loud guffaws.

He remembered the last look she'd given him.

He wanted that look to never end.

Fred trailed after his Mother back to the Leaky Cauldron, carrying an armful of shopping that they'd bought, this year everything was slightly less second hand. He promised himself not to get used to it, after all there were more important things than money in the world. He wasn't paying much attention as they entered the bar, he'd been looking for-… Well it didn't much matter anymore as she appeared to be now sat right in front of him holding a large, squashed looking ginger cat, stroking it with delicate fingers.

He froze; what should he do? Smile? Crack a joke? He looked to George for support, who predictably was indisputably unaware of his twin's suffering estranged silent plea for back-up. She had looked up when they had entered; Fred suspected he'd gone as red as Ginny had upon seeing Harry. At least she'd been able to say hello.

He was saved, once again, by Percy and his pomposity; he leapt into action…

"Harry!" said Fred, shoving Percy out of the way and standing in front of Harry giving him a very low bow in which Fred was almost certain his hair had almost touched the floor. "Simply splendid to see you old boy-"

And just like that the embarrassment passed, he was able to take a glance at her as George carried on the joke, a small smile was rested upon her lips. She looked good, tanned and happy; so different from when he'd seen her outside the library... with that glassy eyed look of horror. He preferred the Hermione sat next to Ron without question, so much so it made him beam even more.

He hung back when the others went upstairs to offload their stuff before dinner, "I was going to change that badge to humungous bighead," he said casually to her, as she gathered her things. "But bighead boy is better don't you think?"

Hermione giggled, "Maybe," he could have sworn she'd said. Just that one laugh had already made his day, perhaps even his summer, it was beautiful.