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Hermione slowly opened her eyes as sunlight cascaded through the window in the twin's bedroom. She was so comfortable lying in Fred's arms, but she quickly realized that she had spent the whole night in his room, and if Molly were to find out, things would get ugly fast. She stretched leisurely, preparing to sneak back to Ginny's room, when she suddenly heard footsteps on the stairway.
"Children! Time for breakfast!" Molly Weasley's voice rang out.
Oh no! Hermione thought frantically. Hopefully she'll just go back downstairs now. She strained to listen, and could hear a door open down the hall.
"Bill dear, breakfast is ready." Mrs. Weasley's muffled voice said affectionately. "Hurry before the warming charm wears off."
"Yes, mother," Bill replied.
Two more doors and she'll open this one. Hermione thought. I'll just disapparate to Ginny's room before Mrs. Weasley comes in. Disapparating indoors could be a very dangerous business, but Hermione knew that facing the wrath of Molly Weasley could be much more fatal.
Mrs. Weasley's footsteps came closer and she opened Charlie's door. Hermione quickly grabbed her wand and disapparated to Ginny's room. She ended up lying on Ginny's bed exactly as she had been on Fred's.
That was close. She sighed to herself.
"Awkward," said Ginny, raising an eyebrow as she sat up in bed.
Hermione then realized that when she disapparated, Fred's arm had still been around her. He had come with her by accident, and was sleeping soundly next to her.
"Oh Merlin," said Hermione. Quickly she disapparated back to the twin's bedroom, and made sure she and Fred were not touching. Molly's footsteps were at the door. Oh no! Hermione thought. Just as the door handle began to turn, Hermione disapparated.
"What was that?" Molly asked, walking into the twin's bedroom.
"What's what, Mother?" asked George through a yawn.
"I could have sworn I just heard a loud crack," said Mrs. Weasley, putting her hands on her hips. "If I find out that one of you two have been apparating inside of my house again, you will never set foot out of it again."
"Honestly, Mother," said Fred, sitting up. "We would never do such a thing."
Molly laughed. "Right. Well, I'll take your word for it this time. I must have been imagining things. Come down to breakfast soon, before it gets cold."
"Yes, mum," the twins said in unison.
Molly walked out of the room to finish waking the rest of her children. "That was a close one, mate," George told his twin, getting out of bed and stretching. "It's a good thing she's in such a good mood. I've never seen her give up on yelling at us that fast before."
"Tell me about it," Fred replied. "She doesn't even really agree with us dating. If she found Mione in here, she'd go ballistic."
"She'll come around," George reassured him. "She just always pictured Hermione and Ron being happily ever after."
Fred nodded. "I can't wait until after the wedding when we can go back to our own apartment. No more sneaking around."
George laughed. "I wish you'd sneak around me a little more. If I have to listen to cries of pleasure coming from your bedroom every night, I'm going to up your side of the rent."
"Don't worry, George," Fred replied, smiling. "I'm brilliant at silencing charms." George threw a pillow at his brother and walked out of the room. Fred got up, stretched, and followed him down the stairs and to the breakfast table.
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"You know if Mum would have found you in Fred's bedroom all hell would have broken loose." Ginny said to Hermione as they got out of bed.
"I know," replied Hermione, pulling on a Gryffindor Lions sweatshirt over her pajamas. "I didn't mean to stay the whole night in there. I fell asleep and lost track of time."
Ginny laughed. "I don't know if I'll ever get used to the two of you together. I just always pictured you and Ron together."
"I know Gin," Hermione replied, reaching the door. "You and your mum always say that, but we just weren't meant to be. He'll always be a like a brother to me. Nothing more."
"I know Mione. It's not like I'm against you two. It's just a very odd pairing."
"An improbable romance," said Hermione. "But we're happy despite that."
"That's all that's important then. It's something that I never would have expected. But…I'm happy for you guys." Ginny gave Hermione a quick hug.
"Thanks Ginny," Hermione said. "That really means a lot to me."
"Now," said Ginny, opening the door. "I'm starving. Let's go eat." They went down the stairs together, followed closely by Ron and Harry, who had come down from the top floor, yawning and stretching.
Breakfast was warm and delicious, as it always is when made by Molly Weasley, and they ate together as one big, peaceful family. Molly kept getting up to bring over more food and make sure everyone was satisfied. She smiled at them all every few seconds, and you could feel the happiness emanating off of her. The entire family (including Hermione and Harry) had not been together for a very long time. Bill and Fleur's wedding was in two days, and Molly had requested that the whole family stay for the entire week. Three nights after everyone had come home, Percy had showed up on the doorstep apologizing for being such a prat. Mrs. Weasley had been undeniably cheerful ever since, humming to herself quietly as she did the cooking and housework.
The table slowly began to empty as the witches and wizards went to work or went upstairs to shower and get ready for the day. Pretty soon, the only people left in the kitchen were Hermione and Mrs. Weasley. Hermione stood up to go upstairs, folding the Daily Prophet she had been reading, but Mrs. Weasley motioned for her to stay.
"Hermione dear," she said with a smile. "I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione replied.
"I know that with the wedding and everything I've been a bit preoccupied, and we haven't really had time to chat, but I just wanted to let you know that I've been thinking, and I'm happy for you and Fred. It was just a bit of a shock at first. You two don't really have much in common."
Hermione beamed with happiness. "They say opposites attract."
"Then they must be very wise," Mrs. Weasley replied. "I'm sorry I didn't accept the relationship at first. But now I can see how happy the two of you are, and I wouldn't have it any other way." She hugged the younger girl. "Now go upstairs and get ready dear. Lot's to do today."
"Thank you Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said, still smiling. "It means a lot to me that you've changed your mind." Mrs. Weasley returned the smile, and turned around to begin cleaning up the kitchen. Hermione walked through the living room and back up the stairway.
"Ron!" she heard. "Hurry up you oaf!" Fred was standing outside the bathroom door with just a towel wrapped around his waist. "I need to be at work, and I still need to shave."
Hermione laughed. "Well don't you look sexy," she whispered, coming closer and wrapping an arm around his waist.
"He locked me out." Fred replied, pouting. "I left for two seconds and he snuck in." He kissed her gently on the lips and hugged her tightly to him. "But I don't really mind anymore."
Hermione smiled at him. They could hear footsteps coming down the stairway from the third floor. "I can't wait until you're back at your apartment and we can be alone for more than five seconds without being interrupted." She said to Fred, pulling away from him.
"Dirty little mind you've got their Mione," he replied quietly as Harry passed them. "I love it." He kissed her on the cheek before he resumed knocking on the door. "Ickle Ronniekins," he called through the wood. "If you don't come out of that bathroom in three seconds I'm going to tell everyone how old you were before you were finally potty trained."
Hermione and Fred laughed as the door swung open. "Very funny Fred," said Ron, leaving the bathroom. "I was three and that's a very normal age!"
Fred snorted. "Three times two perhaps." Ron looked at him as if trying to come up with something clever to reply with.
"At least I…" He trailed off. "Shove off," he said, huffing up the stairs to his bedroom. Hermione went back to Ginny's room to start getting ready. Ginny was already changed and sitting in front of her mirror, casting charms on her hair to tame it.
"Hurry up and get ready Mione. We have to meet Fleur in Diagon Alley in an hour," she told Hermione, looking at her in the mirror. "I'm so excited to finally pick up our dresses." Hermione and Ginny finished getting ready and went back downstairs to meet Mrs. Weasley.
"Ready to go girls?" Mrs. Weasley asked, handing them their cloaks. They nodded. "Good. Come on now, into the living room." The three stopped in front of the fireplace in the living room and each grabbed a handful of floo powder. "You first, Hermione." Mrs. Weasley said.
Hermione threw the floo powder into the fireplace and watched the flames turn a vivid green. "Diagon Alley," she said clearly, stepping into the hearth.
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