A/N: This part is told in Fred's POV again. I hope you enjoy.

When I asked her to join me in the shower, I was kidding! Well, sort of. Even if I weren't kidding, why'd she have to hit me with a Stinging Hex? Sheesh. So melodramatic. When I'm all dressed up in my jeans and Weird Sisters t-shirt, I go to find Hermione. She's already waiting in the living room wearing a red halter dress that just skims her knees.

"Fred, please tell me you aren't wearing that? I mean, does that shirt have HOLES in it??" I look at my clothes incredulously.

"What's wrong with my clothes? And where did you get that dress? I know it doesn't belong to me. Have you been snooping in George's closet?" That's when George pops out of the kitchen.

"I heard that, but I believe you were the one who would wear Mum's heels when we were younger. That makes you the fucking queen, not me." I glare at George.

" I did NOT wear Mum's heels. That was Percy. Oh, and we need to have a talk about a fork in my ass." George's eyes widen. Then he about falls over with laughter.

"A fork in your ass? What the bloody hell are you talking about?" His eyes are flowing with tears from laughing so hard.

"Boys! We need to go! You can talk about your wretched mess of an apartment later!" Hermione grabs both of our hands and apparated us into the Burrow's backyard. It looked like we walked into a fairyland. There are silky veils draped on the trees and the tables that were placed out here are covered in glitter. Glitter! Silky veils! Did Percy decorate? There is music playing, but I'm not really sure where it's coming from.

"Erm…why does our yard look like a unicorn threw up on it? It's not like this every other Sunday lunch." Hermione raises an eyebrow at me.

"Fred, dear, this is the more exclusive part of Ron's engagement party. Only family and very close friends. I mean, seriously, do you ever listen when people tell you things?" Oh yeah. Ron and his slutty fiancée. I forgot about that.

"Oh! Since it looks like everyone is here now, Ron and I have an announcement to make." Lavender and Ron are standing on one of the glittery tables trying to get everyone's attention.

"Please don't tell me he already got her pregnant." A pained expression passes over Hermione's face as she mumbles to me. Ron clears his throat and looks around awkwardly before speaking.

"Lavender and I have thought long and hard about this, and we've decided not to wait. We want to get married this weekend. We know it's short notice, but we think we can get all done in a week. So…er…yeah…one week! Yay!" Ron glanced around nervously. Everyone had gotten quiet, and now everyone is speechless.

"Ron! A week??? How the hell are we supposed to plan everything in a week!!!" Right after Ginny's shriek fills the air, Hermione starts laughing uncontrollably beside me. Everyone turns to look at her, but she just drops on her knees and continues to laugh. Harry chooses that moment to jump on the table and shout, "Let's do what we came her for and CELEBRATE!" Everyone cheers and the music reappears. Harry jumps off the table and runs over to where George, Hermione, and I are.

"What's wrong with her, Fred?" Harry's eyes are filled with concern. Before I can respond, Draco appears at his shoulder.

"I think she finally cracked. She's been holding it together so well. Honestly, she just found out Ron was getting married, but a week? She's freaking out on the inside." That is when Hermione stops laughing. She looks up at us from the ground and smiles.

"No, I don't care that he's getting married in a week. I'm laughing because he's an absolute MORON!" You don't get married after a few months of dating. That's ridiculous! And idiotic!" She starts to giggle again, but I place my hand over her mouth.

"Okay, that's enough of that. Ron isn't supposed to be the funny Weasley." George nods in agreement.

"We hereby announce that you can no longer laugh at any other Weasley other than myself and Fred. Well, maybe Ginny. Her outbursts can be quite a laugh." Hermione smirks at the mention of Ginny's outbursts.

"Okay fine. Um, Harry, Draco, your girls are both shooting daggers at you two with their glares." Harry raises ad eyebrow while Draco looks genuinely anxious. Hermione chuckles at their expressions. "I think they want to dance." They both grumble before trudging along to their girlfriends. A moment later, the couples were dancing.

"Hermione, my sweet, may I have this dance?" George takes Hermione's hand and presses it up to his lips. She glances quickly at me before she follows him in the direction of the dancing couples. I sigh and sit down at one of tables.

"Maybe you should've asked her first." Percy's voice cute through my daze like an obnoxious chainsaw.

"What are you talking about, Percy? I didn't want to dance with her." Hm, maybe I did. I don't understand why I'd be so frustrated right now if I didn't.

"I don't like Hermione like that. I think you must be confused. All these prissy decorations have gone to your head." Percy smiles at me knowingly, but I just ignore him.

"You can still cut in. I'm sure George won't mind." I look over at Hermione and George. They are dancing quite awkwardly, and it seems as though George was staring back at him. That's weird. Why is George staring at me?? It's a little creepy actually. However, I decide to stand up and walk over to them just as the song changes.

"May I cut in?" Hermione's eyes brighten as George lets go of her hand, and I take his place.

Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame

"Are you sure you are okay, Hermione? You are very good at hiding things." Hermoine seems to think a moment before responding.

"I'm fine. It just came as a shock. It's just…too soon. Not only for him, but for me as well."

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

I put one of my hands on the lowest part of her back and pull her closer to me. Hermione's head lays softly against my chest. I take my other hand and run it through her curly brown locks.

Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
Lost myself again and I feel unsafe

"Hermione, you deserve so much more than Ron. I mean, he's my brother. So I love him and all, but he's a jackass. You deserve someone that with treat you like the beautiful goddess that you are." I lift up her chin so she has to look me in the eyes.

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

I gently stroke the side of her face. She closes her eyes and leans into my touch. When I start to trace her lips with my finger, her eyes snap open. Her breathing becomes a little more erratic, and she looks up at me questioningly.

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

"You are perfect." My face moves the last couple of inches between hers until our lips meet.

A/N: Sorry, I've been distracted lately. Which reminds me, if your boss "accidentally" touches your ass, are you allowed to "accidentally" punch him in the face? And the song in this chapter is "Breathe Me" by Sia. LOVE THAT SONG!! Please review!