Author's Note: I am sorry that it has taken me so long to update this story. I went on vacation for two weeks with my family and did not have time to finish this chapter before I left. I can't believe that I have made it this far already! I'm quite happy with how this story is turning out so far. Thank you to everybody who reviewed the last chapter! Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter. J. does. Please leave a review!

Hermione woke earlier than usual on Saturday morning. Saturdays were usually her days to sleep in, though she couldn't fall back asleep for some reason. She suddenly realized why a few moments later. She was going to see Ron again for the first time since he proposed to her! That realization caused her to sit up and get out of bed. Hermione was definitely too nervous to sleep any longer. She was anxious to see him again. She cringed at the memory of the look he gave her that night. Hermione hoped that she would not receive another one, though she thought she probably deserved it after not talking to him for this long.

Hermione was anxious to see Harry as well, though they were all right now. They had written a few times since he visited her. She had thought about writing to Ron again, but she decided that it would probably be best to talk to him in person again. She hoped he would not ignore her later that night. He could be quite stubborn when he wanted to be. She still wanted to try to repair their friendship. She did not know if they could be friends like before though.

Hermione sighed when she saw what time it was. It was only just before eight. She couldn't sit here and worry about the night until work started. She had to have a distraction. She decided to go to the twins place to surprise them with breakfast. It would keep Hermione occupied, and she thought it would be a good way to say thank you for what they have done for her. They have become better friends, which surprised her. She never knew what to expect while working with them. Being friends with them still was not the same as being best friends with Ron and Harry. Hermione still missed her friends deeply, though it was nice being around the twins constantly.

The twin's shop did not open until noontime on weekends, though Hermione was counting on them to be in bed at this hour. It was past eight when she unlocked the door with the key they had given her. She climbed up the stairs and opened their door and saw that neither of them were around.

She smiled to herself before heading toward the kitchen to make breakfast for them. Hermione knew the breakfast would not be a surprise once she started cooking. The smells were bound to wake them up first if the noises did not.

Sure enough, Hermione heard a door open after she started cooking eggs. When she turned around, she saw that it was Fred. He yawned and sleepily ran a hand through his hair. He blinked in surprise when he saw Hermione was there.

"Merlin…Granger, what are you doing here?" He asked her, while walking over toward her.

Hermione met his eyes as he walked closer. "I just wanted to thank you for the other day," She answered, shrugged shyly as he continued to look at her in awe.

"You don't have to do this," Fred started to say, though Hermione waved him off. "It's no trouble, really. Do you like pancakes?" He nodded wordlessly, and she started to make those as well.

"Is there something I can do to help at least?" Fred asked. Hermione was going to say no, but then she caught the look on his face. He looked like he genuinely wanted to help her. She didn't want to stir up any hard feelings by saying no, so she nodded toward the fruit. "You can cut the fruit if you really want to," she answered finally, and he chuckled lightly before standing next to her at the counter. She could not help but notice that their hands had brushed past each other when he reached over to grab the knife that was on the other side of her.

Hermione looked up and saw that Fred was already looking down at her. He was wearing a small, secretive smile that made her feel flushed and warm suddenly on the inside. She did not think it had anything to do with stove either. She started to feel nervous because of the way he was gazing at her, so she quickly looked down and continued preparing breakfast for them.

A second later, she heard someone clearing their throat. Hermione and Fred looked past their shoulders and saw that George was standing at his bedroom doorway with his arms crossed. He was looking at the two suspiciously. Hermione wondered if he had seen the exchange between the two just moments ago. Judging by the look that he was giving them, she thought that he had.

"What's going on here?" George asked them, narrowing his eyes slightly. The other two looked at each other quickly before looking back at him to answer him. "Nothing, really!" Hermione and Fred answered at the same time. She looked at Fred in surprise when they answered George. Fred was looking at her in awe as well, though Hermione was the first to look away. She tried to keep her expression innocent, though the answer made George continue to look at them suspiciously.

George shook his head after watching the two for a moment. "Hermione, you aren't supposed to know that look!" George moaned, walking closer to the two of them. Hermione glanced at George curiously. "What look?" She questioned, as she raised an eyebrow at Fred. Fred was smirking now though and pretended to be busy with cutting the fruit.

"The look that Fred gets when he is trying to fool somebody," George answered. "It is usually reserved for our parents or our professors. You two have it right now."

Hermione shook her head quickly and turned back to the stove. "I don't know what you are talking about. I'm just here to make breakfast." George was now standing next to them. "Fine then… but Fred definitely has that look." Hermione kept her eyes down at these words, though she heard a deep chuckle escape Fred's lips.

"You are imagining things again, Forge. I'm going to set the table now that the fruit is done!" He walked away, though George had leaned against the counter to stare at his twin's back. "I am not imagining things," she heard him mutter to himself. She decided not to answer his comment. A few moments later, breakfast was ready. Hermione was glad when they sat down to eat.

After a short day of work, Hermione and the twins left that evening to head to the Burrow. Hermione was now fidgeting because of her nerves. When they reached the doorstep, Fred tossed a smile toward her direction. It was almost as if he could sense her anxiety. Hermione swallowed and she felt her face flush again, though she was not sure why. She managed to give him a tiny smile back before Mrs. Weasley opened the door eagerly.

"Fred! George! Oh my goodness, Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley went for the twins at first. When she saw Hermione standing behind them, she pushed past them to hug her tightly. The twins pretended to look extremely offended at the thought of their mother forgetting about hugging them.

" What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?" George demanded in a hurt tone. Hermione watched as Fred chuckled when he nudged his brother at the side. "We kind of are now, Forge. Our dearest mother forgot about us now that we are living miles and miles away."

"It's such a tragedy really," George murmured sadly, shaking his head and making tsking noises towards her direction. Hermione winced as Mrs. Weasley continued to hug her tightly. "Oh, it's so good to see you again Hermione! I'm so sorry about your parents, you must be devastated!" Hermione caught Fred's eye and he stepped forward toward his mother and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Mum, let Hermione breathe. Ginny wouldn't like it if you killed her maid of honor, right sis?" He looked over across the room toward where Ginny was standing with Harry.

"RIGHT!" Ginny called back loudly. Mrs. Weasley finally let Hermione go while apologizing at the same time. "I'm sorry, dear. It has just been so long. I do wish you had stayed here while you were dealing with everything. Ron was supposed to invite you to stay." Hermione turned slightly pink at those words. Ron was supposed to invite her to stay? She definitely never received a letter from him saying that. Her eyes searched the room for him. She couldn't wait for a chance to speak to him again.

Hermione soon found him standing next to the fireplace, looking slightly embarrassed. Her heart sped up quickly in anticipation when she saw him. That feeling quickly faded when she saw somebody standing next to him. Her eyes widened when she saw Lavender Brown. Lavender Brown? What was she doing there? Her heart sank. There went her chances of trying to make up with Ron. Lavender got jealous of their friendship during their sixth year. There was no way she would let Ron talk to her in this setting.

She snapped out of it as Mrs. Weasley closed the door. Hermione realized she had not said anything to her yet. "I'm sorry," she began in an apologetic tone. "It has been too long. Work has been keeping me busy," she said, forgetting that she now worked with the twins. She could not use work as an excuse anymore since the twins visited the Burrow weekly. "I hope we will see more of you now that there is a wedding that needs to be planned," Mrs. Weasley told her, before announcing that dinner was ready.

When everybody sat down at the table, Hermione let her eyes stay trained on Ron again for a few moments. Lavender narrowed her eyes and turned her back toward her purposefully. Ron carefully avoided looking at Hermione's direction, though he looked like he was encountering a rant from 'Lav Lav'. She sighed as she took off her coat. It was going to be a long night. She was glad that the twins were sitting on both sides of her.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I will try to have chapter 8 out soon!