Molly paused. She looked at both twins, as if trying to figure whether they had lied, or she had heard wrong.

"Excuse me?" She asked them, apparently deciding that she had heard wrong.

"Personally, I think it's a bit rude…"

"I know what you mean, Fred."

"Come down for some breakfast, in your own home…"

"And find a couple of hormone-crazed teenagers, snogging at the kitchen table." George shook his head. Molly stared blankly, and blinked a few times.

"What?" She asked. "You're not serious…"

"Don't tell Harry." Hermione asked. Ron seemed to have lost his ability to move, or speak, and kept his eyes fixed on the table. "Please?" Molly was still looking confused.

"I… uh…" She had obviously not foreseen this happening. She hadn't gotten a word out when the door on the side of the room swung open.

"'Ello!" Called a voice they'd all come quite accustomed to over the past year. Hermione wrinkled her nose, but she'd begun to accept as much as everyone else, that this woman was becoming a part of the Weasley family.

"Fleur!" Called George, looking even happier.

"Ron kissed Hermione!" How far could the news spread in five minutes? Fleur just waved a hand in their direction.

"I know, of course. Don't be seely." Molly's jaw dropped, and she turned to Fleur, looking shocked.

"You knew about this?" She asked her, waving an empty plate angrily in her direction as she spoke.

"Of course! I saw zem." She told her.

"What… Just now?"

"No! Last night! On ze couch togezzer!" Molly's eyes widened. Fred and George looked like they'd won the lottery.

"Fleur!" Shouted Hermione. "We asked you not to tell!"

"No, no, you said to not tell 'Arry."

"Not to be rude," interrupted George.

"But might we inquire as to what happened on the couch?" They both laughed. At least someone thought this was funny.

"No, nuzzing." Fleur defended them. "'E vas 'olding her, it vas very sveet." Ron groaned.

"Holding her." Laughed George. "Did you hear that Fred?"

"How sweet, Ron." Taunted Fred, putting an arm around his brother. "Suppose you have a lock of her hair in your diary, do you?"

"Shut up." Growled Ron quietly, pushing Fred's arm off of his shoulder. "There were eight other people in the house." Molly gasped.

"Eight?" She asked, and counted the plates silently again. "Oh! Fleur, I forgot to set a place for you. Sit down." She set another plate out in front of Fleur. Then she leaned on the table, and looked across at Ron and Hermione. "So really. What's going on here?"

"Kind of…" Hermione sighed. She looked over to Ron, he shrugged. "What they said." She finished, nodding toward the twins and Fleur. "We'd hoped you'd be supportive… We just don't want Harry or Ginny to know…"

A small smile flicked across Molly's face. She contained herself for a moment, and then rushed over to their side of the table, and squealed girlishly as she hugged Hermione. Hermione looked over at Ron, surprised, and did the best she could to return the hug while she was still sitting.

"I have always liked you Hermione!" Sighed Molly happily. Hermione looked around.

"Uh… thank you, Mrs. Weasley." She shrugged at Ron. Molly let go of her, and went back over to the stove.

"Well… this is wonderful!" She cried. "Such good friends, for so long… and now… we should celebrate this!" Ron and Hermione stood up, alarmed.

"No!" They both yelled.

"Mum! You have to promise you won't tell Harry and Ginny…" Said Ron.

"Ron and I talked about it, and it would just be rubbing it in their faces. We can't do that to them!"

"Oh, but you children have to realize how wonderful it is!" Molly insisted. "Young love, in a time of war, it would raise everyone's spirits, if anything!" The door opened again, and Harry and Ginny returned. They both sat down in their original positions and didn't say a word to each other.

"Hi, Fleur, Fred, George." Said Harry, counting off the new faces since he'd left with Ginny.

"Eat your breakfast, Harry dear." Said Molly, pushing his plate closer to him. "Remus and Nymphadora are coming over, they should be here soon."

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley." Said Harry, taking his first bite of sausage.

"Don't mention it, dear." Said Molly. She still didn't say a word about Ron and Hermione, though Hermione could see that she wanted to.

"Gee, Fred, is it hot in here?"

"No, George, I think it's just Ron and Hermione." Hermione shot Fred a silencing look, and the twins laughed. Harry looked up at the four of them.

"I must have missed something." He said. Hermione smiled.

"Had to be there." She subtly moved the foot that was not hooked around Ron's, toward a different Weasley boy, and Fred howled in pain as she stomped down hard.