Hermione awoke again that day, this time in her room. She was cuddled against Fred, who was laying on his back, wide awake looking at her. Her face was stained with water from her little "episode" before. She looked up at Fred and he smiled at her. She was feeling better already. Of course she didn't tell Fred why she really was crying before.

It really wasn't about George so…so…well, so Georg-y. She was so overwhelmed with everything. With the fact that she was being forced to marry someone who was the older brother of her ex-boyfriend. With the fact that in two days she was already realizing that Fred was a really nice person, and that she might be falling for him. That scared her a lot. George just pushed her over the edge.

"Hello." Fred said beginning to sit up, causing Hermione to have to release her hold on him. He crossed his legs, sitting at the head of the bed, Hermione sat at the end, leaning her back on the bed frame. She also crossed her legs.

"Hi." She replied.

"So…"

"So what?" She said.

"What was that about?"

"What was what about?" Hermione said as Fred uncrossed his legs, turned himself around and laid his head in her lap.

"That whole thing. With the crying. You never cry."

"Well then," She leaned her face over his. "You obviously don't know me."

"Oh really then, you'll have to tell me more."

"Well what would you like to know?" She was still leaning over Fred's face as he looked up at her.

"Everything!"

"Well that's too much."

"Ok then. Tell me the real reason you were crying…this time."

"What do you mean the 'real reason'?"

"I mean that you wouldn't cry just because George was prying!"

"Fred…"

"Hermione."

"Please, don't make me tell you."

"Well, I would like to know seeing as you are my future wife!" Fred got himself off of Hermione's lap, and sat himself up looking her dead in the eyes.

Hermione just stared at him like deer in the headlights.

"What?" Fred asked

"Th-that's the reason I was crying." She mumbled

"What do you mean that's the reason?"

"I'm scared Fred!" She practically screamed at him. "I'm scared of what will happen when we have to get married. I'm scared that you will never learn to love me. I'm scared that everything will go wrong. And worst of all I'm scared because I don't know what to do."

"Hermione, it's all going to be ok."

"How do you know?"

"I just do."

He pecked her lips. It was sweet, and it made her feel better. It wasn't going to be too bad. She smiled at him. He wasn't too bad. A giant grin formed on his face. Hermione was beginning to feel like something was going to happen. He put his hands around her waist. She leaned in to peck him, and he tickled her. She began to squirm around under his fingers. They both were laughing. They spent a few moments squirming around on the bed, until they both fell off. They were both laughing, and Fred had stopped tickling Hermione, but she was sitting on his lap at this point. They looked into each other's eyes.

"God, will you two get a room?" Ginny said entering with Harry in tow. Harry smiled awkwardly at the other pair.

"We did, but apparently we have to get another one!" Fred said getting up, grabbing Hermione's hand and lifting her up.

"Well this is my room." Ginny said pushing Fred and Hermione out the door and slamming it in their face.