Chapter 4

"Everything went well then," Molly wondered as she and Hermione cleared the dinner table. Hermione had told her the overview of what had happened at St. Mungo's. Molly was thrilled to hear that he was doing better than good. Not that the chair and cast had slowed him down, but it would be good to have the healed Fred at breakfast on Sunday. Since the whole family was not at the Burrow that Monday, Molly made Harry and Ron clean up the kitchen.

Hermione was sitting on the couch with the book she had been reading the night before. Ginny was trying to distract harry from his game. Molly was doing some late night chores, and Arthur was in the den they'd made out of Percy's old room going over some documents from work. The front door banged open. The four young adults jumped and turned to see the newly-weds walking in. George winked at them before bellowing, "Mum, Dad, get down here."

Molly and Arthur hurried down the stairs to see what their son needed. Molly was holding her hand over her heart as she stood at the bottom of the stairs. Arthur smiled and asked, "Where did you disappear to?"

"Sorry about that, I just had something I needed to talk to Alicia about," George apologized.

"Oh, and what's that," Molly wondered. "I mean, what could have been so important at that exact moment?"

"I had to ask her to marry me." George answered.

"Oh my god, is that where you were this morning?" Hermione wondered. Alicia held up her hand, showing off the wedding ring he'd bought before they'd gone to the ministry.

"Cheat," Ron accused. George raised his brow at his little brother. Ron shrugged and sat back down, "nicely done."

"Congratulation," Ginny and Hermione said as they hugged Alicia. Alicia beamed as she hugged her new sister-in-law and the girl she knew to regard as one. Harry offered his own well wishes as he shook George's hand. Arthur hugged his son and his new daughter-in-law. The family turned to look at the crying matriarch. George stepped to his mother but she pulled away.

"What did I do? You don't even invite your own mother to your wedding?" Molly cried.

"I'm sorry, Mum, but we had to do this quickly." George explained. "They almost didn't even let us, said that we'd have to petition had we come tomorrow. Only allowed us today since we said we didn't know about the law."

"Well, there's only one thing to be done," Molly said, wiping her eyes. George looked at her expectantly. "You'll have to owl you brothers and tell them to be here Saturday. We must have a big celebration luncheon. I must start planning. Oh, Alicia dear, owl your family and give them directions. And compile a list of friends you want to be here. Alicia, Hermione, Ginny come with me, we have a million things to plan. Robbed of the ceremony, but not the party."

The young women quickly heeded Mrs. Weasley's words, and followed her to the kitchen. Molly pulled out a notebook and several colored pens. The other women sat around the table, Alicia right beside Molly since the older woman had grabbed her arm and pulled her to the chair. Opening to the first page Molly wrote something on the top, turned to Alicia and said, "Now, first things first, what will the color theme be."

"Red," Alicia answered without pause, "Red and green.

"Those are George's favorites," Ginny remarked.

"I know," Alicia smiled. Knowing what Molly wanted, Alicia shouted, "George get in here."

"Yes dear," George asked, barreling into the room. Alicia and Ginny pulled out a seat between them. George warily sat down and was quickly pulled into the hours' long conversation of decoration, invitation stationary, music, and his favorite, food. They discussed where they would put a dance floor and have different games sat up. They transformed a notebook into the invitation parchment. His hand ached just looking at it. When his mother charmed the words to appear he smiled thank-fully. He still felt bad for the birds that would be busy all day the next day. Eventually his mother dismissed him and his new wife to head to their home. With that he lifted Alicia over his shoulder and hurried to the door so he could appariate away. Ginny and Hermione laughed at his antics as Molly shook her head.

"I'm so happy for them," Ginny said as she sat in Harry's lap. He kissed her neck, and she relaxed into his hold. She turned to him with sad eyes. He kissed her lips, but she pulled away and buried her head in his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.

"What's her problem" Ron asked in his normally blunt way.

"We looked at the decree again today," Harry began, "She's only seventeen and she has one more year of Hogwarts."

"Seventeen is legal," Ron pointed out.

"The decree says eighteen and out of Hogwarts," Harry reminded. "I think we could petition if Ginny left Hogwarts."

"No you can't," Hermione said, "Fred, George, and Ron did. It would kill your mum."

"It would kill me if Harry married somebody else," Ginny argued, "I have to do what I have to do. I fought in the war, and the auror office is making a special circumstances requirement. They'll take Hogwarts drop-outs that fought in the war if they can prove they have what it takes."

"Yes," Hermione agreed, "that is how Harry and Ron are becoming ones. It isn't what you want to do."

"I can learn to," Ginny said, "I have to do what I have to do. I don't care what some Ministry official says, I'm marrying Harry."

"Talk about it with your mum," Hermione begged. Ginny nodded, before snuggling back into Harry. Hermione stood up and patted Ginny's back. "It'll all work out." With that promise she headed up to her room.

She had been asleep for a short time when she heard a tapping on her window. She checked the clock on her bedside, 1:00. No one in their right mind sent owls at that time. Rolling over she tried to ignore it, but the tapping became insistent. Huffing, she threw her covers off and went to her window. There was no owl or anything at the window, but a rock flew up and smacked the glass. She opened her window and same someone definitely not in their right mind. The tall red-head waved up at her then beckoned her down, she shook her head. He held up what could have only been a book and her interest piqued. Cursing the boy, she walked as quietly as she could down the stairs and out to where she had last seen him. She frowned when he wasn't there.

"Wakes me up at one in the morning, gets me out of the house where it's warm, and doesn't have the decency to stay put." She grumbled and started back up to her room. She was slightly surprised when he didn't stop her. Arriving in her room, she frowned as she saw him sitting on her bed. "What are you doing on my bed?"

"Well see, I'm actually on the left side of a bed that is actually a merging of two beds, so actually I'm on my bed." Fred corrected.

"Gods, did I used to sound like that?" She asked, her face twisting in disgust and annoyance.

"Used to?" He repeated with a smirk. "My love, you still do."

"Fred don't," ignoring the insult she walked into her room and closed the door.

"Don't what?" Fred questioned. "Don't call you, "my love"? No can do, since you are. Though, I'd like to know why you came back here."

"You didn't need me any longer," Hermione answered.

"We had a conversation to finished," Fred reminded.

"A conversation I didn't want to have."

"Too bad," Fred shrugged. "Now, we left off with you explaining why I don't fit the brother mode."

"No we didn't," Hermione argued, "I had said, I didn't know why you didn't fit the brother mold."

"Right," Fred agreed as he stalked towards her. "See you dated Ron, you snogged Ron, but now you claim he's like your brother. That makes me wonder how good those snogs must have been."

"They were decent," Hermione said, "He's a good kisser."

"Compared to?" Fred asked, "Krum? Mione, that oaf needs help putting his shoes on. So Ron has some idea of what to do, he did snog Lavender for a semester or two. Did he do anything for you?" Fred was a breath space away from her. His hands were on either side of her head, pinning her between his body and the wall. "When he looked at you could it make you wet? How about when he was this close, so close you could feel his breath on you cheek? When you were in his arms? How close did he have to be? I know, Mione, I know that you're already soaking for me. I can see it in your eyes. I can tell when I look at you. You want me, and that's why I can't ever be a brother to you. I've been able to get you like this for years. Don't worry; you've got the power over me too. Felt it the first time you stood up to me, only woman besides my mum that ever did. You could have me like putty if you just said it. Gods, do you have any idea how many times I imagined you threatening to sleep with me if I just behaved, but then you like that I'm your bad boy, huh?"