A/N: So, I wanted to update before school started, but unfortunately that didn't happen. I apologize for the long wait. This chapter is kind of short, but it's only because the purpose of it is more filler than action. Some things need to be revealed before the next chapter. So, I see the next chapter being the final one, maybe one more after that. So, read and review, and maybe I'll update faster. I got the most reviews I've ever gotten for a chapter on the last one, so I hope to get even more, please tell me whatever. Love it, hate it, criticize it, tell me what you think.

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Adah fell asleep early that night; she had had a very busy day. Her face shined with a smile as she lay on her bed in the hotel room. Hermione sat in a chair across from the bed; she was wrapped in a large blanket, sipping a hot cup of coffee.

Thoughts ran through Hermione's mind like a fast-moving picture screen. The images from before flashed through her mind, reminding her of the good times, the good memories. Every hour made living harder, every hour she knew he was still out there, wishing above all else to be a father.

Fred made living her life hard.

Fred was the reason she lived.

Adah stirred in her sleep as another good dream made her face lighten with a bright smile, her red hair sprayed across the pillow, framing her delicate little face. Hermione smiled as she watched her daughter sleep.

A constant reminder.

Adah was a constant reminder of a past relationship, a relationship Hermione foolishly thought would work; a relationship Hermione wished could work.

Hermione never got what she wished for.

The coffee cup clanged on the floor as Hermione felt tears slip down her cheeks, and her body rack with sobs.

Her happy ending was gone.

Her Prince Charming wasn't going to come save her on his white horse.

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Fred didn't sleep that night; he tossed and turned while his mind was muddled with thoughts of her.

She was the most perfect girl he had ever met. She was the most beautiful woman in every room in the entire world. He had told her that once, when some idiot had made a degrading comment about Hermione being an ugly bookworm.

He saw her across the Great Hall. Her slight frame was once again bent over a large textbook, as she took notes for some pointless assignment. He watched her for awhile, from far away, as he didn't have the courage to approach her, she was almost off-limits. So he consented to watching her from afar. He saw the sun hit her hair perfectly; it made her appear like an angel, with a glowing halo of golden-brown hair. He saw her bite at her lower lip as she concentrated; he saw her twirl absent-mindedly at the curl behind her left ear. He didn't see, however, the tall boy approach her with a large grin on his face.

"You know, those books think you're ugly too," he said to her as he towered behind her, " Hiding behind them only makes you less attractive, no guy wants to date a bookworm."

She turned around to see him laughing with his friends, tears formed in her eyes. He left laughing, followed by a whole group of cackling friends.

He saw her head fall down in defeat, her neck turn red in embarrassment, and the tears slip silently down her cheeks. He approached her from the side, and sat down next to her. He didn't touch her, or say anything for a moment. He just sat there with her, hoping his presence would put her a little at ease.

It didn't, she cried harder. He put his arm around her in comfort, and whispered in her ear.

"That guy's an idiot, you're the most beautiful girl in the entire school, hell you're the most beautiful girl in the whole world."

She smiled, and sniffled a little. He hugged her tight, and got up to leave.

"Fred."

He turned back.

"Thanks."

He smiled.

The good memories were even harder than the bad ones. She was perfect; she was smart, beautiful, witty, and sarcastic. She could laugh at his jokes, and understand the intelligence it takes to make most of his joke products, she may have thought they were immature, but she respected the work it took to make them.

She always believed in him.

She was the only one who ever believed in him, whole-heartedly believed in him.

He had screwed up, he had messed up the only good thing he ever had.

Fred jumped out of bed the next morning, a plan thoroughly formed in his head. He was going to get her back; she was going to be his.

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Adah and Hermione woke late the next morning, and had a late breakfast in the main room of the Leaky Cauldron. She had made plans with Ginny to meet at noon here in the Leaky Cauldron.

Ginny showed up only two minutes late, carrying three big bags of stuff. She sat down with a sigh of relief, and took a sip of Hermione's coffee.

"You can have some of my coffee," Hermione said as she watched Ginny catch her breath.

"Thanks, okay so I spent all morning shopping," Ginny started as she began to pull out articles of clothing from her bags, "These are for you, Hermione. You are not going to leave this time. So, since your wardrobe needs serious updating, I took the liberty of purchasing you a few items to wear while you look for a flat, to wear when going on job interviews, and a few outfits for going out."

Hermione's jaw was on the table as she watched Ginny pull out piece after piece of clothing. Tops, jeans, pants, skirts, jackets, you name it, Ginny bought it.

"Ginny, I don't need all of these clothes, I can't afford all of these clothes," she said looking at the labels, "these are designer. Ginny, these clothes must have cost you a fortune."

Ginny waved her hand at Hermione, "Hermione, you don't have to pay for them, I did. Only one of the perks of being married to Harry, I can finally indulge in my shopping habit correctly. Anyway, just think of them as over-due birthday and Christmas gifts, it's been way too long, Hermione."

Then Ginny grabbed her last bag, and began to remove toys for a six-year old. "And these," she said to Adah, "are for you, Adah. I'm your aunt, and I haven't ever gotten you a gift. I have six years of birthdays and Christmases to make up for."

Adah's face was bright with glee, as she saw at least 20 books, a few board games, and a Potions kit. She must have died and gone to heaven, these were perfect.

Adah jumped up from her seat, and launched herself into Ginny's arms, "Thanks so much Aunt Ginny, I love them."

Ginny smiled and kissed Adah on the forehead, "You're very welcome." Adah immediately opened the first book on the pile, and began to read.

"Ginny, this is too much," Hermione began.

Ginny interrupted, "Nope, it's not, Hermione. You and Adah deserve so much. You, Hermione, are my best friend, and I've missed you. You shouldn't be feeling so bad. So, I'm taking you out tonight. I've already arranged it. Adah will stay with Harry and Ron. They're having guys' night. I figured guys' night could entail baby-sitting since they were kicking me out of my own house. They agreed, only because she's their niece, and because they love you."

"I don't know, Ginny. Do you really think Harry and Ron can take care of a six-year old," Hermione questioned.

"Well, they won't kill her," Ginny said with a shrug.

"Where are we going anyway," Hermione asked as she helped Ginny put all of the things back into their bags.

"To a club, we're going dancing."

With that, Ginny stood up and began to bring the bags to Hermione's room. Hermione and Adah followed behind, and helped Ginny unpack everything. Ginny left an hour later, having picked out Hermione's outfit, and promising to meet Hermione down in the Leaky Cauldron at eight o'clock.

Ginny left the Leaky Cauldron and apparated to a small flat.

"The plan's in motion," she said to the man sitting at the kitchen table, "Hermione is going to come to the club with me tonight at eight. Adah's being watched, and Hermione is free for the entire night."

Fred smiled, "Great, now we wait till eight."

"Yup, now we wait," Ginny said, "And since I've helped you with your little scheme, you better not screw it up. Hermione's my best friend, and if you break her heart anymore I will hunt you down. Don't think I won't do it because you're my brother, because I will."

Ginny left a few minutes later, leaving Fred alone.

The plan was in motion, everything was set.

Tonight at eight, Operation Prince Charming will be put in motion.

Hermione was going to finally get her happy ending.