This is really random but I realised that Teddy Lupin was born in the same month as me! April '98 ;D

Personally, I think that having 99 followers is teasing ;)

Also, for anyone who has doubts in this pairing (i.e. my sister!), just know that J.K. Rowling herself seriously considered pairing them together.

Hermione PoV

I groaned at the alarm clock as I pulled myself out of bed. I hated Mondays. They were the worst day of the week by far. Not only did I have another 5 days to go until the next weekend, but all of my meetings were on Mondays.

Gathered my things, I headed along to the communal Weasley bathroom on the floor below. I yawned as I walked and stretched my arms. The one thing that I hated the most was waking up at 6 o'clock in the morning, but knowing if I didn't I would never get a turn in the bathroom.

I laid my clothes on the chair next to the sink and made sure my towel was hung up before I turned to lock the door. I used the usual Alohomora but also some extras that I had picked up since living here. Trust me; it wasn't fun to have someone bursting in on you halfway through changing. I thanked my lucky stars that it was only Ginny.

The shower automatically switched on as I flicked my wand at it and I stepped into the perfect heated water. The waves of water cascaded down my back and eased the tension of the last day. I gathered up my long hair in one hand and lathered it with shampoo then conditioner.

As soon as I stepped out of the shower I could hear someone knocking incessantly on the door.

"Hang on, hang on!" I called, hurriedly pulling on my jeans and t-shirt. I didn't bother to dry my hair, and just left it down and wet.

I wretched open the door to find out who had interrupted my early morning bathroom time and was greeted by a handsome ginger twin.

"Fred? What are you doing here?" I checked my watch. "At a quarter past 6 in the morning?" Fred grinned unabashedly and shrugged.

"Maybe I wanted to have some of Mum's wonderful breakfast." He paused for a moment. "Or maybe I wanted to see a certain bushy-haired bookworm." He winked at me.

"Yeah." I said sarcasticly, pushing past him on the way back to the twins' old room, where I had been staying. He followed behind me all the way back, as predicted.

I turned around as I began to shut the door in his face and sighed when I saw his massive grin.

"What now?" I asked, exasperated. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at me and I thought that I had an inkling of what he was going to say next.

"Couldn't wait that long to get in my bed, eh Granger?"

I kicked his foot out of the way where it was propping the door open. I said one last thing before I slammed the door in his surprised face.

"It's Hermione." And I promptly let the door swing shut. Turning around, pleased, I smirked and began to get ready for the day. I didn't have to go back to work as they had given me a week off to account for all of the overtime I did. It was only Monday, and I could see that I was going to become easily bored.

The Department of Mysteries wasn't one to offer time off the job, but I had been working there for a while now and I always overdid on the amount of work that was required. Also, they were bringing a new intern this week so he would be able to shoulder some of the work. Of course, if he didn't like the job, then he would be obliviated. That's Mysteries for you.

I darted around the room getting ready. I chose to wear a deep purple long-sleeved top that I knew went well with my hair (or at least Ginny thought that it did), and my favourite blue skinny jeans. My hair couldn't be tamed that morning so I just pulled it back into a messy bun.

I appraised my image in the mirror. I didn't think that I looked too bad – I wasn't dressing up, but I wasn't really going anywhere. A sigh escaped my mouth as I studied my face. Although my skin was clear and fresh now that I had grown out of the 'spotty stage', I was still as plain as ever. My eyes were a chocolate brown, and my lips were an ordinary pink colour. There wasn't really anything memorable about me.

The make-up bag felt emptier as I picked it up, and I made a mental note to buy some more later. I had a feeling that Ginny had been borrowing my green eye shadow and my eyeliner, but I didn't really mind. They looked better on her anyway.

After I had finished applying my simple layers of mascara, eyeliner and eye shadow, I dabbed on a little lip gloss and skipped out of the room for breakfast. I checked the clock as I went – 7 o'clock. Perfect time for breakfast.

Although I wasn't at work, I still felt like I needed to look nice and get up promptly. It was guaranteed that by the end of the week I would have been used to having lie-ins, and would then find it really hard to get up for work. The human body is weird sometimes.

Molly – she had insisted that I called her that – was standing by the stove cooking what smelt like some delicious pancakes. Fred, as far as I could see, was the only one that was there yet. Even the people who had work weren't down yet. Then I remembered that not everyone had to be in work by seven- thirty, like me. Most people had normal 9 – 5 working hours.

"Hermione!" Molly scolded me. "You shouldn't be up at this time! You've got a week off! Enjoy it! Lie in!" she waved the wooden spoon that she was holding in her right hand around as she did. Fred cowered as he dodged her accidental blows.

"Hey! Watch it Mum!" he came to sit down at the end of the table instead, giving up on trying to help his mum cook.

"Hey." I smiled as I sat down next to him.

"Hi." He said softly.

We smiled shyly at each other before tucking into our plates of food. They were piled high with bacon, eggs, sausages, pancakes and, for some reason, custard. I managed to eat all of the food but left the custard. Sitting back, I rubbed my full stomach and thanked my lucky stars that I had been wearing my elastic-waisted jeans that day. Molly really did feed us too much. She was forever telling me that I 'looked too skinny' and needed 'more meat on my bones'. Personally, I thought that I was fine, but that was Molly.

Fred next to me grinned and patted his flat stomach. Honestly, I didn't know where he put it all. He was still toned from playing Quidditch and I didn't know where he put all of the food. He was just used to it, I guessed.

"Still not a true Weasley yet, hey Granger?" I smirked at him.

"Yeah, but not for long!" his face paled and I grinned at him. "I'll be a new Mrs Weasley in less than 6 months! Well, there will be 4 more actually. And a Mrs Potter." He gulped, and I saw his Adam's apple bob up then down. For once he was speechless. He had nothing to say.

"Um, yeah." He looked down to his empty plate again and then we locked eyes. The intensity increased a tenfold, and I felt myself unable to pull away.

A door slammed somewhere upstairs and Ginny skipped into the room, Harry in tow. I wrenched my eyes away from Fred's deep blue ones to look at them. What was it with all of the people not actually living here? She plopped herself down in the seat opposite to me, and Harry took the one facing Fred. He smiled at us in greeting, but Ginny launched into a full blown lecture.

"So, we were thinking that we would have a wedding a month? On a weekend? Percy, because he's been engaged the longest, will go first. Then George, Harry and I, Ron and you two can go last. I know you two have known each other longer than Ron has known his match, but I think that for you two it'll be a little weirder. You guys can marry on the 6th month, okay?

Percy will marry in 2 months, right? That'll give Mum and I time to plan it." Finally, she paused for breath (I don't know how she didn't need to breathe earlier), and Fred took the chance to butt in.

"Wait, on the 6th month? Don't we have to be married before the 6th months?" Ginny smiled at him.

"Dear brother, obviously you haven't been listening to Hermione, have you? You can get married on the day, you know." She shook her head at Harry exasperatedly. "Honestly."

Molly came bustling back into the room from where she had been cooking yet more food and handed the newcomers an overflowing plate each. Harry sighed and began to tuck in. He knew, like me, that if he didn't start eating as soon as possible then he would never get finished. Ginny however, had the luxury of being able to eat any amount of food in less than a nanosecond.

As I jumped up to leave the table, partially to avoid Ginny nattering on about wedding and what not, Fred slipped a small package into my pocket. I didn't acknowledge it apart from with a small smile towards him.

I swept out of the room and I made my way upstairs to the room. On my way up, I passed Percy and Audrey entering through the front door, and Charlie coming down the stairs. I shot a smile in each direction. I also heard the distinct popping sound of apparition and the floo igniting, and I assumed that it was Bill and Fleur, and George and Angelina.

I passed my room and walked up the rickety stairs to hammer on Ron's door.

"Ron!" I hollered through the thick wood. "Wake up, get dressed and go and get Susan from her house. There's a family meeting." Or so I assumed so. "The letters are going to arrive today, so we need to pretend that we got them today too." I gave up on waking him up for now and turned to head back downstairs.

Before I had fully gone out of earshot however, I heard the door squeak open. I looked around totalk to Ron more, but was shocked to see a girl coming out of Ron's room.

She had long, light blonde hair that hung near her waist in soft ringlets, and her skin was rosy. I faintly recognised her as a Ravenclaw from our year back in school, and then it clicked.

"Mandy? Mandy Brocklehurst? Is that you?" I stepped closer and it confirmed my queries. "Whatever are you doing here?"

Then Ron slipped out of the door. Clearly he was surprised to see me still there, as the tips of his ears turned red as they did whenever he was embarrassed.

My eyebrows rose and I crossed my arms but I said nothing. He shifted from foot to foot before nodding to Mandy curtly and disappearing down the stairs. I turned back to the sniffling girl and put my arm around her.

"Are you alright?" I asked gently. "Do you need help getting home?" she shook her head shakily. "Don't worry about Ron. He's not usually like this. He's just stressed about – well, he's just stressed. He'll get back to his dim-witted self soon enough, don't you worry." I smiled at her reassuringly and she returned it with a shy one.

She kindly ducked out from underneath my arm and fished around in the bag I hadn't noticed she'd been carrying. She withdrew her wand and gave me a quick one armed hug.

"Thank you, Hermione. You always were nice." She softly smiled at me before turning on the spot and disapperating. I decided not to tell anyone about this little thing and headed back down to my room.

I got there this time and closed the door behind me. I sat down on the bed and pulled the now slightly squashed packet out of my pocket. I gingerly unwrapped it and pulled out a card packet. It was a chocolate frog and there was a small note attached.

1. First, the classic.

I smiled at the simple note and attempted to prise the box open. It really was harder work than it looked.

The box sprung open in my hands and I caught the frog before it ran away. I held the squirming frog in one hand while I looked at the card in the other. It was no one other than myself. In the picture, I was grinning and waving up at myself, my bushy curls flying everywhere. I wished that I'd learnt the secret of taming my hair back then when the picture was taken.

The inscription read, 'Hermione Granger is world renounced for being part of the Golden Trio that hunted for Horcruxes to defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort. She is also known for getting past the Philosopher's Stone's protection enchantments in her first year; working out the clues to the Chamber of Secrets in second year; saving mistaken non-criminal Sirius Black from a fate worse than death in third year; coaching Harry Potter through the Triwizard Tournament in forth year; being part of the group in the fight of the Ministry in her fifth year; being part of the fight o the First Battle of Hogwarts in her sixth year; and fighting in the Second Battle of Hogwarts. She is well known as being the best friends of Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, and her work has given House-Eves and Goblins new rights, having founded S.P.E.W.

I suppressed a groan. They really had exaggerated what I had done – most of this was all Harry. I had coached him in the Triwizard Tournament? I snorted. Yeah right; I was just trying to make Ron and Harry not do something they're regret. They were making out that I'd done something amazing every years – that was only Harry. Actually, I was surprised they could fit on all of that information about me on the small card. Although, I did peer closer, and I saw that the text scrolled down when you read it, and then shrunk so it could all fit on. Clever magic, really. I did pocket the small purple card thought.

The frog was getting sticky and was melting in my hand so I just shoved it in my moth all at once, not bothering to try and savour the 'goodness'. Instantly, I regretted my brash decision. It was sickly sweet in my mouth, and it stuck to my tongue. As soon as I swallowed it, I felt bloated and full. In some ways, I felt full and satisfied, but in other ways I just felt sick. I could see why others liked it, but it was just way too sweet for me.

I danced downstairs to grab a glass of water and gulped it down to wash the taste out of my mouth. Fred waltzed into the room and raised his eyebrows at me and I placed the now empty glass on the surface.

"Trying to drown yourself?" he joked.

"No, just trying to wash this chocolaty taste out of my mouth." His face fell.

"Didn't you like it?"

"Ugh, no. Much too sweet." I wrinkled my nose up in distaste and a brief frown crossed Fred's face. He held hi palm up towards himself as I he was reading something off it, and ticked it with an imaginary pen.

"Not sweet..." he muttered to himself. I stuck my tongue out at him and leant back against the counter. I cleared my throat and he looked up at me with a playful grin on his handsome face. Wait – did I just think handsome? These marriage thoughts were really getting to me.

I gulped and cleared my throat again. "I need to talk to you." I told him. He raised a single red eyebrow at me and gestured between us. He placed a mock confused look on his face.

"I thought that was what we were doing?" I made to swat him on the chest but he backed out of my way. I huffed and crossed my arm over my chest. I waited for him to let me talk. "Oh. Yeah, right. Continue my lady." He bowed in an extravagant, sweeping his hand out. I giggled at his silliness.

"Anyway. I had a proposition to make. I think we should try to get to know each other better. We barely talked when we were at school together, and we've only really had a handful of proper conversations."

"And? I'm assuming there is something else?"

"Yes. There is. I think that we should go on a date." His eyes widened almost comically. "I mean, we are getting married in 6 months. I think that we should just get to know each other better. Then it'll be less awkward when we – you know." He smiled.

"That's a great idea! Are you free tonight?"

"Um, I guess. I don't have anything all day actually. But can I just ask one little favour?" he nodded. "Can I plan the date?" he smirked at me.

"I should've guessed. Gra-Hermione wants to plan our first date. Isn't that supposed to be the man's job?" my eyes narrowed almost automatically. He held his hands up in surrender.

"Alright! Alright! You can plan the date! But the shop doesn't close 'till 5 o'clock on Mondays. Is quarter past alright?" I smiled and nodded. Now I had something to look forward to.

"Great! It's a date."