AN: So, I lied. This is a filler chapter again. I am working on cbhaoter that will advance the relationhip and the plot. I will try and make a second update this weekend. Sorry.

Fred and George's flat was exactly what Hermione expected. It was small but cozy. The common living area consisted of an open floor plan living room, kitchen/dining room combo. The common space was messy. Not dirty, not filthy, just messy.

There was a short hallway that had three doors. One she was assuming led to Fred's room, one to George's room and one was a bathroom.

"I will show you to your room," Fred said guiding her down the hall. He stopped her at the first door on the left and opened the door.

The room was about as big as Ginny's room at the Burrow. There was a twin size bed, a desk and a chest of drawers. A door off to the right caught her eye. Must be a closet, she mused. Fred put her trunk at the foot of the bed and deposited her bags on the bed itself.

"I will duplicate the chest of drawers and put one in George's room so you can have this one," Fred told her. "I will also empty the closet."

"You don't have to," Hermione said.

"I want to," Fred replied with a smile.

The two stood their awkwardly. Hermione said something she wasn't expecting, "Tomorrow night I need to talk to you. Can we go somewhere privately?"

Fred raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "Sure, I will take you to dinner?"

Hermione nodded, "Ok, thanks," she said.

Their awkward silence was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in," Hermione called.

George stuck his head inside, "Lee just owled. Oliver is throwing a party for you guys tonight at the Golden Snitch. You in?"

Hermione didn't want to party tonight but it would look more real. Couples who got married had receptions and parties and all that. She looked at Fred who shrugged. "Alright, I need at least an hour to get ready."

"Ok," George said. "You can use the shower first."

The boys left and Hermione opened up her bag and got her shower stuff. She started the water and peeled her clothes off. She stepped under the water hoping tonight wouldn't be too awkward.

Fred and George had changed into their clothes for the evening. And though they didn't plan it this way they looked very similar in blue button up shirts and dark jeans.

"Go change your shirt," George ordered when he saw his twin. "We are too old to wear matching clothes to a party."

"You go change your shirt," Fred replied. "This is my favorite shirt."

George narrowed his eyes and then smiled,"Alrght because tonight is your wedding night then I will change my shit."

"Thank you," Fred called as George went back into his room.

While Hermione was showering Fred and George had used to magic to expand George's room and add a second bed. Then they duplicated Fred's chest of drawers and Fred moved his clothes. It took less than half an hour. Then they got ready and they still finished before Hermione.

"Almost done," Hermione called. "Sorry."

"That's fine," Fred replied. "George had to change clothes anyway."

George reappeared a moment later wearing a green button up shirt that was identical to the shirt he took off except in color.

"That's better," Fred laughed.

George shrugged and leaned against the wall, "You're wife is taking too long."

Fred stopped breathing for a second. "Wife," he echoed. "Right. I have a wife."

George shook his head, "It's weird."

"Why is it weird for you?" Fred asked but he thought he already knew.

George grinned, "We have never had anything we couldn't share before," he teased.

"We have had girlfriends before," Fred reminded him, "And we don't share those. We have rules."

"Yes, we do," George replied. He made a face, "You being married is going to cramp my style."

"How so?" Fred asked.

"Well, I won be able to bring Alicia back here anymore," George reminded him," because I am back to sharing a room with you."

"If you want to bring Alicia back here to spend the night I will sleep on the couch," Fred told him.

"Or ask Hermione to share her bed?" George laughed.

"Cant do that," Fred said.

"Why?" George asked. "You told me this wasn't a scam anymore. You told me you are into her."

"I don't want to rush things," he said. "I don't want to scare her."

George nodded, "I get it. I guess being married to the girl you have a thing for makes it a little awkward."

"I am done!" Hermione called and she came out of Fred's room shutting the door. "Am I over dressed?"

Hermione was wearing a black dress with thin straps. The hem of the dress stopped higher than Fred was used to on Hermione. It was tight and form fitting and shiny (like satin?). She had paired it with a plain pair of black high heels. Fred had never seen Hermione in those kind if heels. They made her legs look fantastic. Her hair was still unruly but it looked sexy. She hadn't worn much makeup but she was still hot.

"Well?" Hermione prompted gesturing to the outfit.

"I wouldn't call that over dressed," Fred finally said. "Maybe under dressed?"

"Too revealing?" Hermione asked. "Should I change?"

"Don't you dare," George told her. Then he shook his head, "Where are these clothes coming from? I have never seen you dress like this?"

"Fleur gave me some old dresses of hers since I didn't bring many dressy type outfits," Hermione replied.

"I am going to have to write her a thank you note," George said. Fred reached over and thumped his ear. George just laughed. "Ready to go?"

Hermione nodded. "How are we getting there?"

"I figured we would walk," Fred said as they headed for the door. 'it's only a couple of blocks away."

Hermione groaned,"Walk? In these shoes?"

"Sorry," Fred said.

"I wish you had told me. I would have it on other shoes." Hermione grumbled as she followed them.

"Don't you dare," George said.

Hermione blushed. "Stop," she told George

George looked over his shoulder at her, "Can't do that. If I see a hot girl. I have to flirt. It's like a reflex."

"I am sure Alicia loves that," Hermione laughed.

"Oh, she is used to it," George said. "Plus I watched her flirt with Oliver for years."

"That was before you dated," Fred interjected.

"Still, memories are there," George sighed. "Unless, I obliviate I myself which could go badly."

Fred took Hermione's hand on reflex. She didn't seem to my mind. It was strange that some things weren't awkward between them. Some things just felt natural and right.

"What are they doing here?" George whined when they reached the club.

Fred saw Harry, Ginny and Ron waiting outside. "I have no idea."

"You three are too young to be here," George said as he walked past them.

"Lee invited us," Ginny put her hands on her hips and glared at Fred.

"Well, I will have to talk to him about that, wont I?" George countered turning around glaring at his sister.

"Why can't we be here?" Ron jumped in. "Hermione is here. She and I are both 17 and Harry will be 17 in a couple of days."

Fred and George had one of their silent conversations. To an outsider it just looks like a series of eyebrow raises, nods, head jerks and shrugs

If we send them home they will just sneak back

We can't tell more without ratting Hermione out

We might as well just go with it

Hermione would want them here.

George nodded his head in agreement. "Alright follow me. No drinking. No hooking up with anyone-"

"Do these rules just apply to Ginny or all of us?" Ron asked as they entered the club.

Fred and George nodded to the doorman.

"It applies to all of you," George answered Ron.

"Even Hermione?" Ginny teased.

"Nope," George said. "I can't make rules for Hermione. She belongs to Fred. He makes her rules."

Fred laughed at the outraged look on Hermione's face. "He was joking, love," Fred whispered after pulling her closer.

The music was pulsating as they made their way through the crowd. They found Oliver, Lee, Katie, Angelina and Alicia waiting for them in the VIP lounge.

"Congrats," Lee called.

"I can't believe you two are actually married?" Angelina said. But she was smiling so Fred knew she was happy for him.

"Me either," George muttered.

Harry, Ron and Ginny said hello to everyone. The waitress brought in drinks. "Let us have toast to the newlyweds!" Lee said loudly.

Everyone picked up a drink and lifted it up.

"To Fred and Hermione. I hope they have a long and happy marriage," Lee said. "And let's hope Hermione doesn't kill him."

Everyone laughed and lifted their glasses.

Oliver narrowed his eyes at Harry, Ron and Ginny and said, "Now, I know they are not legally able to drink!" he said.

Ron and Ginny protested when George took their drinks away. Harry didn't care much. He sat down and engaged Oliver in a conversation about Quidditch.

Ron sat down to play a game with Lee. It looked like exploding snap. Ginny started talking with Alicia. George walked over and wrapped his arms around Alicia's waist.

Fred sat down and motioned for Hermione to join him. She dropped down on his lap like the last time they were there. Hermione wiggled around to get comfortable. Fred groaned and put his hands to her hips, "Please stop that?" he asked.

Hermione scrunched up her nose, "Why?" she asked. "Was I hurting you?"

Fred laughed," No, but you were creating a problem that cannot be solved her and now."

Hermione still didn't seem to get it, "What problem?"

Fred laughed harder and knew he was blushing, "Never mind."

Then it seemed to click,"Oh, sorry."

"That is fine," Fred said. "Pull your dress down. I can see your knickers."

Hermione blanched. She adjusted the dress and blushed, "Thanks for telling me," she whispered.

"Not a problem. I don't want anyone seeing your knickers either."

"Except you?" Hermione smiled and Fred was taken aback by her boldness.

"I would not be opposed to seeing your knickers but we need to take this slow," Fred said. Then he looked at Hermione, "Right?"

"Right," Hermione agreed.

An hour later George was watching Fred and Hermione dance with a smile on his face.

"Hey," Alicia greeted her boyfriend with a kiss on the cheek. "You look happy."

"So do they," George said pointing at Fred and Hermione.

"They do," Alicia admitted. "It was hard to believe that Fred and Hermione were a couple especially because you never mentioned it," Alicia glared at him pointedly. Then she looked at Fred and Hermione again, "But I see it now. They actually make sense."

"They do?" George asked.

Alicia nodded and smiled, "They say opposites attract- sometimes I think they do."

"I guess," George shrugged.

"They obviously attracted to each other. they can't keep their hands to themselves," Alicia laughed.

George made a face, "I noticed," he muttered distastefully.

"Oh and by the way I am proud of you," Alicia told him kissing him on the cheek again.

"Thank you, my dear," George told her and then raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because you haven't pranked Fred tonight," Alicia said. "Angelina and I were sure you and Lee were going to prank the happy couple." She smiled at him, "it's nice to be wrong. I will be back. I am going to the ladies room."

After she left George pulled Lee away from Angelina an whispered, "I have a plan."

Lee nodded and smiled, "I was hoping you would say that."