AN: Ok, I'm back with a new addition to this story, I've had reviews saying people want to see what happens next to I've given in and written a second part. This story wont be a long one, maybe 3 or 4 chapters in total, all of which can be read together or separately.

I want to say a big thank you to: georgeweasleygirl27, and karma's angel for reviewing and getting me to continue this story so this is sort of dedicated to them, as well as to the wonderful people who added this story to their favourite lists, it means a lot that you all like my stories, anyway, this is for you guys.

Enjoy :) x

The flat was silent and dark; the only noise the tall redhead could hear was his brother's even breathing as he approached the bedroom as quietly as he could. Slipping through the open door, he headed over to the bedside table right next to his brother's head. Opening the drawer, the redhead winced as it scraped quietly, but sounded loud in the quiet room. In the bed, his brother groaned and turned to face away from his brother.

"Don't prank me tomorrow." He said sleepily and the redhead crouched on the floor smirked.

"I was getting that hair changing potion for dear Ronnekins."

"Ok." The soft snores returned as his brother fell asleep again. Grabbing both the small box he had come for and the hair potion from the drawer, the redheaded twin replaced an identical box before he slipped back out of the room. He headed back to his room, only stopping to sneak into the bathroom.

The twins apparated into the Burrow and greeted their mother with hugs and promises to take food back when they left. They headed into the lounge where they separated to speak to various members of their large and ever expanding family. Both twins looked nervous and that made everyone in the room nervous. One kept touching his bright green hair before glaring at his twin, who returned it with a grin.

Finally, one of the twins stood and moved over to where Hermione sat with a book in her hand. He sat beside her and slipped an arm around her shoulders, bending to press a kiss to her cheek.

"Hey, love." He greeted and she smiled.

"Hey."

"I have something I need to ask you." It was unusual to see a Weasley twin nervous as he stood Hermione up and moved to stand in front of her.

"Hermione Granger, I know things haven't always been perfect and I've driven up the wall more than once; I've been lucky enough to have not been hexed by you even once although I know it's been close. But I love you, I know we've not been dating long but I do, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to have a houseful of kids with you, little curly haired ginger, stupidly smart pranksters running round and driving us crazy. So what I'm saying is," He took a breath and dropped to one knee, pulling a small black box out of his pocket. "Will you Hermione Jean Granger marry me, George Fabian Weasley?" The read head finished.

The Burrow had never been so quiet, everyone was stunned to silence. Never had a Weasley twin made such a serious but open declaration of commitment. Everyone watched on as Hermione stood with her hand to her mouth, tears shining in her eyes. She reached her free hand down to the redhead's cheek and caressed it softly.

"My answer would be yes, if you were really George Weasley." She replied with a smile and the redhead laughed.

"I was just checking you really knew us apart." He replied as he stood and handed the box to his green-haired brother who threw him a glare before turning to Hermione.

"I bought this, ages ago, but I could never find the right moment." He explained with a shrug.

"I'd say now was as good a time as any." Hermione smiled and George dropped to one knee.

"What do you say? Fred pretty much covered it all. I doubt I'll be much good as a husband, I'll drive you insane and prank you; I'll blow up the kitchen when I'm making new products and leave others all over the place; but I'll love you more than I've loved anyone else and I'll love you for as long as you'll let me. Will you marry me?" He asked and Hermione smiled.

"Yes; I love you George, even with your bright green hair and crazy family." She threw her arms around his neck as he stood, lifting her off her feet.

"We're having a wedding!" Fred cried out as the rest of the family cheered and congratulated the newly engaged couple.

"I'd rather you didn't keep the green hair." Hermione whispered softly as they lay in his bed at the flat above Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes later that night.

"Why not?" George asked running a hand through his hair. "I quite like it, distinguishes me from Fred."

"I much prefer your red hair." She replied as she rolled over to curl into his side, reaching up to tug on his hair gently.

"Then red it will stay." He smiled. "Until my next important date and Fred decides it should be a different colour."

"I'll love you, whatever the colour of your hair." Hermione promised before she fell asleep.

AN: Let me know what you thought, I might be able to write at least one more story if you all really want it.