A/N: Just wanted to give a quick thank you to everyone who has followed the story, gave it a favorite, etc. Also thank you to everyone who gave reviews. I am so grateful and can only hope to get more to improve my writing and the story (I just ask you be constructive).

I really want to extend a huge thank you to my beta reader, Laura. Without her I would be stuck in writers block, unmotivated, and going no where with this story! Thank you so much Laura!

On that note, the story might be coming out a wee bit slower. University is starting back up soon and that is the thing that deserves all my undivided attention, but I promise on all Harry Potter things I own, I will not drop this story until it is finished!

Enjoy!~

Her feet landed hard on unfamiliar ground. Hermione opened her eyes, surprised by the bold color of choices the walls held. She turned promptly, she was ready to harass him for the choice of color for the walls. Bright oranges and splotches of a sickening yellow all across the wall. It really was an eye sore. However, the other had fled far from her side. In fact, he was nearly half way out what she assumed to be the front door.

"Where are you going?" She blurted in question. Was he just going to leave her here? In such an unknown place?

The red head raised an eyebrow and made a very surprised expression. He hadn't been questioned in a long time where he was going. His mother hardly did that anymore.

"I got work downstairs...?" It came out as a question. What? Did she want him to stay up there with her while she looked around?

"I already live here, I know what it looks like. Get used to the place, find some changes you want to make. Whatever really," Fred explained and then gave the girl his usual playful smile.

"Could you make some food for me and Georgie though? We'll get pretty hungry later?"

"Sure," Hermione agreed, still a little confused. It was the least she could do for letting her live here.

An awkward silence was carried and then Fred nodded, taking his cue to exit and shut the door before Hermione heard his loud thudding footsteps as he hurried back to his passion.

She stepped back, turning around to examine the room. She assumed it to be the living room. Honestly, she had no clue. What it lacked in decorations and décor, it made up for with bold colored walls, beanbags, two chairs, a lap and a rather hideous rug. The bookworm made no attempt to hide her disgusted face.

She grasped her wand and let out a sigh.

"Accio pen and paper," she ordered. Within seconds a chewed pen and an extremely dirty sheet of paper came into her hand. A more unpleasant face crossed her features and she sighed. "Lovely," she muttered to herself.

Hermione made her way room to room, excluding George's, and added things she would prefer to be changed and possible things to be added to make for more of an appearance she could tolerate. When she was finished with that, the overwhelming desire to tidy up took over, and she caved into the need.

It took the brunette two hours to get the place to an area she could tolerate. Though her work wasn't entirely done. She didn't know if it was appropriate for her to touch Fred's room. Would she even be staying in that room? There was a spare, but it seemed the twins used it for projects rather than a place for someone to reside in.

Not to mention that if the ministry were to stop by, the two would have to act like they shared a bed together. It wouldn't look to well on their part to try and mock a law the ministry had put in place. The last thing Hermione needed was another uproar in her life. She assumed Fred would feel the exact way.

Hermione summoned some pots and pans in the kitchen. A perfect moment for her to continue practicing cooking spells Molly had taught her. The boys would probably appreciate a familiar cooking taste. Not to mention if she tried anything reckless and on her own, she would end up burning the food.

She was setting the table to the way she wanted when the boys entered back into flat. Hermione tuned in from the kitchen and they were cracking jokes, obviously being rowdy with shoves as she heard laughter and someone collide into the wall. She smiled to herself. She was glad Fred would be in a pleasant mood for her to discuss the changes she wanted. Too familiar with the Weasley family, she knew how they all felt about change.

"Hello, Hemy! What did my lovely future sister-in-law cook today?" George called.

Honestly, Hermione would have no clue, san for the missing ear, how to tell the difference between the two if it weren't for the fact they both had different nicknames for her. Though, she didn't benefit when they used to trick her and switch what they would call her. That only flustered the girl more, giving her more of a reason to take away the boys' pranks.

"Your mother's pork roast meal. It is the one I most familiar with," Hermione called back, peering her head from the kitchen to view the twins.

George grinned at her while Fred stared off at the walls. The witch was in silent question if what George had set put off Fred's mood. It always seemed to do the trick. Just when Hermione thought he was returning to himself, finishing with his unpredictable mood swings. Something about the marriage would be brought up or a boundary would be overstepped. Then he was lost. Either angry or upset.

"Smells delicious," Fred turned his attention back to the group, offering his best smile. Hermione nodded and began finishing up everything with the food.

"Just wash your hands up boys and it is all yours!" Hermione exclaimed smiling brightly to herself.

"Alright Mum!" the boys answered in their typical cheerful unison speech.

Dinner passed by pretty well. The conversations flowed with ease and the three didn't run out of things to talk about. Hermione was surprised by how much the two boys could eat. She had no clue how they kept the muscles they had from being beaters. The bookworm suspected that they possibly still worked out or maybe it was from them playing pick up games at the burrow.

She was pulling the dessert out of the oven when she heard one of the boys snort from the table. Curiosity overwhelming her, she quickly brought the dish out and put in on the table.

"New curtains?" Fred read with a mocking tone. Laughing after shaking his head.

Hermione blushed and tried to explain herself but Fred simply waved her off.

"You got lots of needs, woman!" The other teased, causing George to laugh and take his own look at the list.

"Surprised you don't have more things about Fred's room that you wanted to change!" George blurted. He meant no harm in his words, but it created a silence over the room.

"Right." Hermione was the first to speak and her blush grew more with embarrassment. "Where exactly will I be staying while living here?"

Fred's face had no trouble expressing its confusion. He had obviously not thought of this. It also showed Hermione he had no intention of letting her sleep in his room.

"I didn-" Fred paused and bit the inside of his lips, deep in thought. "Where are we going to put 'Mione?"

The look that crossed George's face made Hermione fearful for what was about to come. Refusing to let another awkward silence take place.

"I figured with Katie moving in she would have her own stuff. This place is going to be tight with four of us. I don't mean to be a bother, I just didn't know," Hermione explained, sitting down and cutting into the pie finally.

As she was handing it out, it remained quiet once again. It was her turn to bite the inside of her lip. Unsure of why it was becoming so quiet and tense.

"About that…" George trailed off, gaining both Hermione's and Fred's full attention swiftly.

"You have other living arrangements?" The words came out harshly from Fred's mouth. Hermione was more surprised by how quickly he put it together. She had hardly figured it out before he had even said anything.

"Well-"

The sound of Fred's chair screeching against the floor halted all conversation. Hermione watches with wide eyes. She knew Fred was more callous than George, but she only figured that to be for pranking. She would have never expected him to become so openly angry before even letting the other speak.

"Why can't you live here with us? I'm sure Katie doesn't mind that much!" Fred yelled as he stormed about the kitchen.

Deep huffs were coming from him and Hermione stood perfectly still. She had never seen either of the twins angry. Even if they were doing a prank against someone they disliked. They always laughed. They never seemed too serious about the harm of prank.

"It isn't that small! We can expand the rooms, something!" Fred continued in his tirade around the area.

Hermione almost spoke up but decided to not turn the wrath on her. Though, Hermione couldn't quite understand why Fred wouldn't let George speak. Obviously George had a good reason. It couldn't be just be cause of Katie. She wouldn't ever imagine the twins having a real reason to be that separate from one another.

"Can I speak?" George asked calmly, a smug expression on his face because of his twin's ridiculous reaction. Fred glared and sighed, leaning against the wall.

"I want to make things actually work with Katie. I can't do that with us living together. We can't always live together like this Forge."

Hermione was surprised how quickly he used their special nickname. She figured he would have used that later on to break higher tension.

"What about the shop?"

"The shop'll be fine mate, we aren't even going that far!"

Another silence over came the room and Hermione took that precious moment to let out the breath she was holding in.

"Besides, this makes for a great opportunity for you and Hermy to get to know one another better," George added.

Maybe it was her imagination, but Hermione watched Fred go from trying to reason this situation to becoming more furious than before.

"You think I want to get to know that goody two-shoes, book worm?" Fred yelled, his face the typical Weasley red. "If I had a choice I wouldn't want to marry her bossy self!"

That was the entirety of the conversation the witch wanted to hear. She had heard it all before. But even when she got the twins in trouble, they never seemed to have ill regard towards her. She supposed it was best to find out now that the friendship she thought she had with Fred wasn't really there. She bolted up right, forcing her chair to flip over and looked with a cold, hard expression to Fred.

"Well, I bet you wish you had a bloody couch now. I'm going to bed." Hermione announced in a rather too calm tone.

She stomped out of the room quickly and slammed Fred's door shut as soon as she entered it. Grabbing her wand she preformed a difficult locking charm and silence charm. She didn't want to hear anything else the swine had to say. No matter what it was.

"Goody two-shoes!" She yelled slightly to herself with annoyance.

Why had that name stuck to her throughout her time at Hogwarts and even now? Bookworm she could understand, she spent a majority of her time in a book. But a goody two-shoes? Preposterous.

Hermione Granger was far from it. She didn't really break the rules, but she didn't follow them either! In fact, she could recollect punching Draco Malfoy in the face! A good two-shoes would have never done that. How many times had she snuck out with Harry and Ron to go visit Hagrid. She deserved more credit than she ever got.

The brunette witch was finally putting her foot down. If that damn prankster wanted his own idea of someone breaking the rules, she would give it to him.

In fury, she looked around his room, grabbing the pots and mixes he had left out. Hermione Granger was going to create the best damn prank Fred Weasley could never dream of making.

Fred was forced out of his own room and his twin left him in a serious time of need. While extremely frustrated, he felt the intensity of his guilt weighing him more down. He could handle George being slightly upset with him. He was used to it after twenty-one years being practically attached at the hip. It was Hermione he was having the most trouble dealing with.

He was truly being awful to her; there was no doubt about it. He was driving himself up the wall even. One-minute things were okay, and then something would trigger him. Then thoughts would return to Angelina. It would all be down hill from there.

He recognized quickly the side effects of the spell. Since she locked herself away he felt weak and rather twitchy. It was such an odd feeling and he had a right mind to ask Percy what the hell it does that for. He really needed a damn muggle manual to get him through this.

"Hermione?" Fred tried for at least the twentieth time.

He sighed when the expected silence remained. He was giving up on talking to her for now. The red head figured it would be best to explain himself in the morning anyways. Hermione deserved a little rest. Especially for how he was reacting.

With George gone he took it upon himself to sleep in his twin's bed. Fred removed his shirt and went straight for the bathroom. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he looked sadly in the mirror. He would never be able to rid the memories of his deformed body. All the bruises and broken bones… He shook his head and fled the room. He needed to stop those thoughts. He was alive and well. He shouldn't be stuck back in that moment.

Within minutes of his head hitting the pillow, the prank shop owner was fast asleep and far off dreaming.

It felt like he was sinking. Almost like drowning but without the pain. The red headed wizard opened his eyes. It seemed like he was in clear water, sinking straight to the bottom. Fred watched as the rays of light tried to break through the water, only to be reflected away from him.

What was strange was the feeling to him. Almost like drowning, but so painless. It felt normal, relaxing in its own way. But that light… he wanted to reach that light more than anything.

It wasn't until he couldn't view the light anymore that the pain kicked in. He couldn't get his breath and it felt like someone was tightening his or her grip around his throat. Fred wanted that warm and safe light back more than anything.

"Fred, go to her!" a familiar voice called.

But the Weasley was too absorbed by the voice. He forgot about the light and spent his time looking around in the water for the voice. It sounded like Tonks… but she wasn't here.

With panic the man woke up from the dream. His hands going straight for his throat to make sure it was okay.

"Tonks?" Fred called.

It wasn't until it sunk in that it was merely a dream that he felt foolish for calling out his former friends name. He leapt from the bed and the room, too eager to get away from what he had just experienced.

When he saw that Hermione was nowhere to be seen in the kitchen, Fred went straight for his door to see if it was unlocked. With cautious hands he slowly reached for the door nob, not having any desire to be hexed, and opened it.

His room was empty; his bed was still made as well. Curious, had she even slept last night?

"Hermione?" Fred called out for her, going about the room warily. Fearful she might pop out and quickly hit him with a spell.

But the crazy thought left his mind when he saw her legs lying on the ground, not moving. He was over to her side in seconds, and put a majority of her body onto his lap. The entire right side of her head was covered with dried blood, and she rested immobile in his lap, it hardly felt like she was breathing. Panic set in for the Weasley. So fearful of what had happened.

His instant thought was that she was attacked and that the person was still in the flat. Fred apparated out of the home and straight to Saint Mungos. He was standing when he landed in the hospital with Hermione tightly held in his arms.

"Fuck," he cursed out rather loudly from his panic. "Someone help me!"