Obviously, I own nothing related to Harry Potter. That would be the great J. K. Rowling. This is my second every fanfic and my first for Harry Potter, so please review. And tell me what you don't like along with what you like! I promise, Fremione is coming!

That evening found everyone crowded into the Burrow to celebrate Ron and Hermione's engagement. The entire Weasley clan and their respected partners, and in Bill and Fleur's case children, were at the party plus Hermione's parents, whom she had reconnected with since the war ended, and many of Ron and Hermione's classmates from Hogwarts.

Hermione was glowing with excitement and was showing off her ring to anyone who would look, though she was avoiding telling the story of the proposal since telling Ginny. Ron, however, seemed on edge. His mother had, unbeknownst to him, invited his old girlfriend from Hogwarts, Lavender Brown. Why she had actually shown up was a question that Ron just couldn't answer.

After making her rounds to see most of their guests, Hermione found herself seated on the couch with two of her favorite clients, Fred and George. Hermione had gone into accounting on the side while she worked with the Ministry in the Department of Protection for Magical Creatures. Over the years she had found herself spending more time on her accounting business until she finally decided to leave the Ministry to work on accounting full time. Fred and George had been her very first clients and they continued to be her favorite clients until this day.

"Hey Mione. How are you liking the party?" George asked.

"I love it. Your mum was so kind to do this for us. Though Ron seems pretty put out that she invited Lavender without telling him," Hermione mused.

"He'll get over it. It should be thrilled! He gets to marry the smartest witch of our age!" teased Fred.

"You know I hate being called that," Hermione muttered. She knew that the twins knew. They said it just to get a rise out of her.

"So since you're going to be our sister now, does that mean you'll do our accounting for free?" George inquired.

"I already only charge you guys half my usual rate!" Hermione said in an exasperated tone.

"But that was because we're your favorites. Now we're your favorites…" said Fred.

"And your brothers!" George chimed in.

"So we should get a fifty percent discount for each of those!" Fred added.

"Sorry boys, I have to make money somehow!" Hermione laughed.

Suddenly Ron appeared behind the couch. "You don't have to make any money at all Hermione. I'm an Auror!" Ron said.

Hermione and the twins jumped in their seats a bit, not knowing Ron was behind them.

"I'll always want to make money too. I love what I do," Hermione said. She knew that Ron hoped she would stay at home once they had kids, but she just couldn't imagine herself doing that. That was one of the many things they found themselves arguing about from time to time.

"We'll see how you feel after we have some kids," Ron said as he walked away.

After Ron's quip, the party had slowly started dying down. Those older attendees and those with children left first, cited bed times for themselves and the children. Not long after that, everyone but the Weasleys seemed to have drifted home as well.

After several more hours, Hermione and Ron flooed home to their shared flat. Seeing as it was nearly midnight, Hermione started getting ready for bed.

"Are you coming to bed?" she asked Ron as she slipped under the covers.

"Oh, uh, in a bit. I want to look at this report before I go to bed," Ron stammered.

Hermione didn't question it. She had learned to not ask much about Ron's work. He always said that he wasn't allowed to talk about what he did, so she stopped asking.

She fell asleep that night not knowing that her new fiancé was writing to an old girlfriend that he had reconnected with that night at their engagement party.