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On the morning of the wedding Hermione was at the Burrow and helped Rose with the flower basket, when Ron came into the living room and stopped abruptly.

"Daddy!" Rose squealed excited.

"Rosie," Ron lifted Rose up and glanced awkwardly at Hermione.

"Rosie, why don't you go find Victoire? You two have to be ready soon for your great entry." Hermione tried to sound excited. Skipping the toddler left and Ron tried to follow her.

"Ron, please wait a moment." Hermione called out softly. He stopped and watched her with a blank face.

"I just want to- want to ask you if we could be civil today? For Harry and Ginny. Our best friend and your sister are marrying, and we have to stand by their side. I know we... it isn't easy right now, but can we please at least pretend for a while? Stop ignoring each other, stay in the same room, take part in the same conversations. Please," Hermione's heart was heavy, "just for today."

"Okay," Ron answered with a lack of emotions and then left. Hermione let out a pained sigh. It could have been worse, but she definitely had hoped for a friendlier response. The longer this situation was going on, the harder it became for her. She knew it was only a matter of time before she would flip and confront Ron. But not today.

With a forced smile she made her way to the part of the garden where Ginny was already waiting.

Ginny looked stunning. She wore a knee-length snow white dress completely embroidered with lace with an empire waistline and a petticoat underneath the skirt for more volume. It was strapless and had a heart-shaped neckline. Ginny had decided against a veil or tiara. Her red hair was falling in loose curls and only a few simple white pearls were woven into it. Her bridal bouquet consisted of white lilies to represent Harry's mother. She embodied simple elegance.

"Are you nervous?" Hermione smiled at Ginny, who fidgeted in front of the tent and tried to get a glance of Harry.

"No, just excited. I want to start," Ginny grinned. At that moment Arthur Weasley came and offered his arm to his daughter. He already had small tears in his eyes.

When the music started Hermione saw how Rosie and Victoire walked together down the aisle, in identical dark blue dresses and holding the basket between them, throwing white and blue blossoms. Teddy was right behind them with the rings, sporting black trousers, a white shirt and blue hair in the same colour as the girl's dresses. After him Hermione followed, feeling beautiful in her dress. She smiled at Harry and his nervous facial expression and tried not to look at Ron, who was standing beside Harry as the best man. One look at his cold face towards her, would surely be the end of her composure.

As Ginny walked into the tent alongside her father all eyes were on her, but Hermione only looked at Harry. He stared at his bride with so much adoration and pure love, it nearly hurt her to see it. She wished for a love like that. Hermione felt herself smile and no matter how difficult the situation with Ron, nothing could ruin the happiness of this day for her. Her best friend was getting his happy end.

The ceremony was simple and short, nothing sappy or gooey. Nevertheless, Hermione cried silent, happy tears the whole time. When the newly married Mr and Mrs Potter walked down the aisle Hermione tried to wipe the last tears away. This was one of the most wonderful days in her life.

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Fred was of course watching the wedding ceremony like everyone else, but every so often his eyes would wander to Hermione, who had teardrops rolling over her cheeks and still managed to look beautiful.

She was by far not the only one who was crying. His mother was blubbering the whole time, his father's lips trembled every so often and even Fleur shed a few tears. But the most amusing ones were Bill, Charlie and Percy.

The three oldest Weasley siblings were trying really hard to look composed and dignified. But every few seconds one of them would blow his nose, wipe his eyes or sniffle miserably. The wedding of the youngest and only girl was an emotional day for the family. Normally Fred would have a field day with George, joking about his brothers. But his eyes and his mind were on Hermione the whole time.

She was beautiful in her blue dress and her curly hair braided around her head like a halo. She was radiating happiness for Harry and Ginny. Fred couldn't take his eyes away from her, even George caught up and nudged him a few times.

"What are you doing?" George hissed quietly. Fred assumed that his twin had his own ideas of what was going on. The last few days George had been making small comments about Hermione, but Fred had just shrugged and pushed it aside. He wasn't ready to talk about it yet, there wasn't even anything to talk about.

After the ceremony George grabbed Fred and pulled him out of the tent.

"What?" Fred asked irritated.

"The fireworks? Don't tell me you have forgotten?" George looked at him like Fred had just grown a second head.

"No, of course not." He muttered and followed his twin to the back to the garden where the fireworks were already prepared. Swiftly Fred started to make the last preparations and then grinned at George. With two nods they took their wands and ignited the first two activators. Those two would start the first batch of fireworks and afterwards a chain reaction for every new wave. The twins had five consecutive waves prepared with different colours and writings.

With a lot of noise the fireworks started and impressed and zealous ahhh's and ohhh's resounded from the tent. In the sky the words Congratulations to the newly-weds Harry and Ginny Potter - we love you! were written bit by bit. Fred could see his mother was crying again and even Ginny appeared emotional. It seemed like they had made the right decision by choosing something sweet and normal and not to prank the whole party. Most of the guests stared at the fireworks in awe. And rightly so, Fred thought. The fireworks were masterpieces, clearly visible in bright daylight. The twins had worked for weeks to perfect this gift for the bridal pair.

Enthusiastic the twins joined their family and were tackled by Ginny in a tight hug. She muttered thank you, love you too over and over into their chests and Fred felt that he was dangerously close to shedding a few tears himself.

"I always knew it, but I think this was the ultimate prove that I invested the prize money in the best way possible." Harry grinned but was also visibly moved. Smiling he declamped his wife from the twins and led her back into the tent. While everyone had been occupied with the fireworks the three eldest brothers had set everything up for the party.

At one side was a long table with finger food, all cooked by Molly Weasley and Kreacher, and a bar tended by Kreacher with beverages. At the evening a catering service would come with a large, additional buffet and the wedding cake. The rest of the place was filled with small, round tables and a large dance floor.

Fred and George made their way to the bar were Bill, Charlie and Percy were trying to drink their sorrow away.

"Our sweet baby sister," Bill whined, while George ordered a new round of firewhiskey.

"Seems like yesterday that she cried and whined when we went to Hogwarts." Charlie muttered into his glass and Percy already seemed a bit tipsy.

'Yeah, and she was always so happy when we got home." Bill added and the three sighed deeply.

"Oi, you miserable folks, drink up and start being happy!" George handed them all a glass.

"When Ginny sees you like that she will kick your arses and remind you that she is quite grown-up." Fred grinned as his brothers whined.

"And don't forget, Bill, one day you will have to give Vic away. Better get used to it." Bill blanched and downed his whiskey in one go. Ron was the last to join them but heard the last words and chuckled at his brother's misery.

"I wouldn't laugh so loud, Ronniekins, you also have a daughter. Did you forget?" George smirked gleefully at the sight of two blanching and miserable brothers.

Fred and George enjoyed teasing their brothers quite a bit more, all six drank together and cheered as Harry joined them. Even if the eldest Weasleys were whiny, they still congratulated they new brother-in-law happily. Now Harry was officially family.

A few hours after sunset the party was in full swing, everyone was eating and drinking merrily, when Harry and Ginny went to the dance floor for the official wedding dance. Stealthy Fred searched for Hermione in the crowd. He hadn't talked much with her today, just in between greeting people. He always seemed to meet her at an inopportune time.

He found her by the bar with Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom, chatting lively. She was absolutely beautiful. Fred's heart stuttered a bit as he watched her gesturing and laughing. A few stubborn curls had escaped her hairdo and her eyes were sparkling. He was contemplating what he wanted to do when Angelina tapped him on the shoulder.

"Just go and ask for a dance." She smiled at him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Fred grimaced. "Shouldn't you be snogging George in some dark corner?"

"Oh, I will, don't worry. Right after I kicked you in the right direction." Angelina grinned and then gave him a small shove towards the bar.

With a nervous stomach and a fluttering heart Fred walked to Hermione, greeted Luna and Neville and talked with the group for a few minutes. Then, before he could back out, he took Hermione by the hand.

"May I ask for this dance?" Hermione blushed a bit and nodded in a sweet, shy way. As Fred walked her to the dance floor he realised what he had pushed aside the last days. And it hit him like a bludger, fast and painful. But then Hermione smiled at him and he decided to not be afraid any longer. He wanted to go for it. To try his luck. To win Hermione over.

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Hermione was torn between floating on clouds or running away screaming. She had avoided Fred the whole day. She wasn't proud of that, but after her talk with Lavender she wasn't ready to face him. It didn't matter anymore if he was flirting with her or not, because she wanted him to and that freaked her out. She liked him more than she should. Ginny had already warned her, and Hermione was deep down afraid that her friend was right. That Fred was only having fun while she was dangerously close to falling in love.

Cautiously she put her hands on Fred's shoulders, his hands on her waist. Fred swayed her on the dance floor masterfully and she couldn't help but notice how good he looked in his dark dress robes. His hair was again in a ponytail and it suited him so much, she was tempted to touch him again. She decided to be bold.

"Trying to find someone to say the right name tonight?" She softly flicked his hair and grinned as Fred blushed.

"Maybe," he smirked.

"Did a girl really mistook you for George or was that just a joke?" She inquired.

"Actually yes, Angelina at the Yule Ball. She thought I was George, when I asked her and flipped when he asked Alicia later. Made quite a scene in the girl's dormitory apparently. After that Alicia and I decided to set them up at the ball. Sometimes it still happens, but only with girls who don't know us, therefore the hair. I'm not taking the risk anymore." He winked at her, but Hermione felt uneasy. Had Fred been interested in Angelina at that time?

"So, you weren't angry? I mean, it's quite rude to be angry when Angelina was the one to confuse you."

"Nah, I only asked Angelina as a friend and because I wanted to prove my point to Ron." Hermione laughed at the memory but was also a bit sad. Fourth year had been hard for her with Ron not talking to Harry first and then fighting with her because of Victor Krum and his own stupid jealousy. Bittersweet memories.

While they danced Hermione tried desperately to control her fluttering heart in the closeness to Fred, her eyes fell on Ron. He was talking with Lavender and Rose, all three of them together happy and laughing. Seeing how he had forgiven Lavender was like a slap in the face. Suddenly Hermione felt that everything was too much. Her situation with Ron and her new feelings for Fred, it felt like her heart would explode.

"Would you excuse me for a minute?" Hermione hastily asked and was on the run before Fred could answer her. She left the tent and went to the lake. She needed fresh air and some alone time.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Hermione cursed internally. Fred followed her and appeared worried.

"Everything is fine. I just needed some air, it's quite hot in that tent, isn't it?" Hermione tried so smile but Fred frowned.

"Are you still in love with him? Is that it? I saw you watching him and Lavender."

"No," Hermione shook her head. "I'm not. It's hard for me that he is still ignoring me. He has forgiven Lavender, he even apologised to her. But to me he doesn't even say hello, not even today." Fred took one more step and hugged Hermione, one arm around her waist and one around her back. His head rested on hers. Tentative Hermione hugged him back and for minutes they stood there in silence.

Hermione breathed in the smell of gunpowder, firewhiskey and fresh grass as she pressed her face in his shoulder. She could have stayed like that forever. It was like heaven and hell at the same time, she was torn again.

"Hermione," Fred whispered and lowered his face to hers. "Are you sure you're not longer in love with Ron?" There was a vulnerable expression in his blue eyes.

"Yes, I'm sure." She answered, her heart beating. He was too close and she had the need to take a step back.

"Good," Fred blushed, pushed a stray curl aside and then he kissed her. Soft and warm and so, so sweet. Hermione loved the feeling of his lips, but her mind was racing, and she was frozen.

Just go with the flow. Lavender's words came to her mind and with sudden determination she kissed back. It was like their lips were made for each other. It was the perfect kiss and for the first time since her arrival back to England Hermione felt truly light and happy. After seconds or minutes, she didn't know, the kiss ended, and Fred pressed his forehead gently on hers. He smiled.

But their perfect moment was ruined when someone was calling for Hermione from afar. It sounded like Lavender.

"Want to go back?" Fred asked, but he pecked her lips and she knew it wasn't what he wanted. Just go with the flow.

"No, certainly not." She smiled back.

"Want to go somewhere else?" He grinned, and Hermione's heart missed a beat. What did that mean? Her mind was starting to race again. Just go with the flow.

"Yes," she answered a bit nervous.

"Then lead the way." Fred smiled his typical smile and with ease Hermione apparated them away.

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Lavender was entering the tent with a smirk. Hermione and Fred had apparated away together and Lavender was absolutely sure that she wouldn't meet them at her own flat.

"Did you find her?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah, she needed fresh air. Apparently, she had a bit too much firewhiskey. I send her home. Rosie and I have to go anyway, and I can take care of her. Don't worry." Lavender lied with an easy smile. The two of them had to decide if they wanted anyone else to know or not. And vanishing together from a wedding would be the gossip of the month, so Lavender gave her friend an alibi.

After saying goodbye to the remaining Weasleys, the bridal pair and some other guests she picked up the tired Rose and apparated home into her empty apartment.

So, to be safe I will change the rating to M. Please review, I'm curious about your opinions of this chapter.