Fred gave Ron a few days too stew in his anger and then finally decided to pay his younger brother a call. After all he couldn't avoid him forever, as much as he may have wanted too.
He knocked on the door of the small townhouse that Ron and Hermione lived in hoping that they weren't home. No such luck, the door gently opened and Hermione Weasley came into view.
Hermione had matured into an extremely attractive woman, she still had her signature busy brown hair but there was a radiance about her that wasn't there when she was in school. No one found it a coincidence that this happened right after she had begun dating Ron. They brought out the best in each other and although all of her brothers in law appreciated Hermione's attractiveness, they did so silently. It was common knowledge that where Ron was concerned talk off his wife was off limits, which is why Fred was particularly scared of seeing his baby bro.
"Fred! What on Earth happened to your face?" Clearly Ron had not told Hermione about the fight.
"It's nothing, I was stupid and said something I shouldn't have."
"That's no excuse for someone to hit you," Hermione reproached.
"I'm sure the person that did the hitting feels differently, anyway it's fine it should clear up soon."
"Hmm well come in, Ron's just in the kitchen."
Fred gulped nervously and followed her inside.
