George watched as Fred picked up Hermione and threw her over his shoulder. She
was half asleep so her protests were slurred from exhaustion. "Don't fight it, love."
Fred gave her bum a gentle tap. George smirked when she gave a small hiss of
disapproval. He could still remember the day it all happened.
George jumped in surprise as he heard the floo roar to life. He wasn't expecting anyone that day. He made his way to the fireplace just in time to see Hermione land on on
her face. "Hermione, what's going on?" She pulled her self to a sitting position. George immediately saw the red mark on her cheek that was quickly forming into a bruise
shaped like a hand print. He fell to her side and gently wiped away her forming tears. "What's going on? What happened?"
"Ron-he um found out I was coming to the store to help and he got angry, he took my wand before I could stop him." George mentally slapped himself. He had planned
that almost two weeks ago. "Shit, 'Mione. Come on, let's go ice that."
"Gred! Your better half is home!" Fred called into the strangely quiet house, there were usually small explosions and smells coming from almost every room.
"In here." George's voice was laced with worry. Fred rushed to the room that was the source of his twins voice, there on the couch was George holding an ice
pack against Hermione's left cheek. Fred immediately dropped to her side. "What happened?"
"Ron." Hermione mumbled.
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"Fred, don't leave me." George heard 'Mione tell Fred.
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."
"Promise?"
"I swear on my good looks." Hermione gave a small laugh.
"Merlin forbid you lose your looks."
"Of course I can't. This is my money maker!"
George smirked at his twins remark and decided to give them some privacy and go down to the shop. They would make it, they were made for each other.