Hermione.

"Nada." Fred says back. I can't tell if he's lying or not. His eyes seem like he's lying but his voice was calm and even, just a little higher than usual. "Besides I thought you said there was nothing that really happened."

I sigh and lay my head on his shoulder. "Yeah. Your right nothing happened. But I was pretty wonked myself. I was just thinking there might have been something you remember that I missed." I'm hoping he'll start the conversation but it seems like I may have to do it myself.

Fred looks at me and gives me a questioning look before asking, "How come you haven't brought up that you know I fancy you?"

Not exactly how I wanted the conversation to go but just as well. "Because you didn't tell me yourself. I figured at first that it was Harry playing a joke on me. But then I realized that Harry doesn't do that sort of thing. I was just nervous about it I suppose."

"I remember I told you last night as well…but you conveniently left that out of your description of last night."

"I just…Fred I don't know. I've gotten used to the attention from men but that was always more-"

"Lust?" He interrupts.

I nod. "I figured that's what it was with you as well…" He starts to talk but I cut him off. "Until last night when you said you just wanted to hold me. That's the sweetest thing I've heard. Ever. From anyone."

Fred smirks. "Ickle Ronniekins never held you like that?" He asks raising an eyebrow. I slap his arm gently and shake my head. He grins. "Can't say I'm surprised. But honestly Hermione I'd never you know…force you into anything."

I nod. "I know."

Neither of us talks for a minute and then Fred breaks the silence. "Hey 'Mione?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think you'd…maybe want to go on a real date sometime?"

"I'd love that."

"About time!" George pops up from behind the couch and jumps on us. I scream and jump away form them.

"George!"

"Yes Miss Granger? Or should I say, Mrs. Fred Weasley."

My eyes widen. "Mrs. Weasley? It's one date George!"

George smirks. "I seem to remember you swooning over my dear twin here at The Burrow Hermione. You know…when you went to tell Ginny about how you finally realized your feelings for him."

Fred laughs. "Swooning over me 'Mi? Huh. I wouldn't have pegged you the type."

I groan. "You guys are awful."

"So were you drooling over me as well?" I sigh but can't be mad when I see Fred's grin.

I smirk. "Maybe if I were dating George instead, I would be drooling."

George laughs and wraps an arm around me. "I told you I was hotter."

Fred pretends to pout. "But I thought you said I was cuter."

I grin. "I lied."

"Too bad. You're stuck with me then," Fred says with a soft smile.

"I guess I am."

George glances between both of us and takes his arm form my shoulder. "I reckon I should keep my hands off your girlfriend then."

Fred glances at me. I know what this look means. He's silently asking me to go out with him. I nod and he grins. "I reckon you should," He answers George.

George raises his eyebrows at us, "So it's official then?"

Fred looks at me again and I nod again. "Yeah."

George jumps up and hugs us both. "I called it! I called it! I'm gong to get my sister."

"No!" Fred and I yell at the same time.

"Why not?"

"No." I repeat. "This is our relationship. So you have absolutely no right to say anything."

George sighs. "Whatever," he says dejectedly and sits back down. "So is anything going to change between us three and the living arrangements?"

We all sit back down on the couch. Fred pulls me into his lap and wraps his arms around me. "I don't suppose anything will change. Me and 'Mione already sort of acted as thought we were together. You know…for the Prophet and stuff."

George snorts. "Right. The Prophet."

I blush and shift uncomfortably. As much as I'm sure Fred wants to make sure I'm okay, He decides to tease me just a bit more. "As for the living conditions, I'm thinking Hermione just might be spending more time in my room." He winks at me and I hide my beat red face in his neck.

George smiles softly at me. "Congratulations man. It was about time." He says laying a hand on Fred;s shoulder as he walked past us. He kisses my hair and continues towards the fireplace. "I'll give you two some…time."

"Thank you George. Oh George?"

"Yes Mrs. Weasley?"

I grin and whisper in George's ear. "Say hi to her for me will you?"

George leads me away form Fred quickly, eyes wide. "How do you know about that?"

I laugh. "You forget I know her better than you and I was sober last night Georgie. I'm happy for you." He smiles. "But if you hurt her…well you've seen the sort of hexes I can do."

He winces. "She makes me happier than even the joke shop. I won't ever dream of hurting her."

George leaves and I sit back on Fred's lap. "Fred?"

"Yes?" Fred asks, kissing all over my face and hair, purposely staying away from my lips. As though that's a sacred place that should not be touched.

"Don't you find it weird that Percy hasn't said anything about this since we told your family?"

Fred stops kissing me. "I suppose."

I turn around and look at him "Don't you think that's weird? He was crushed when I turned him down."

He leans back and pulls me closer to him. "Just be happy."

"But then…technically…we didn't have to pretend this whole time."

"Technically we weren't really pretending. They might've thought we were really serious because you moved in with me but since George is still here they might've thought it was weird. The only day we really went out and acted as a couple was This morning and last night when I came in drunk. Which I don't count."

I look down and bite my lip. "I count it." I say shyly. He looks at me, puzzled. "It's just that…you were honest with me. I found it very endearing and sweet."

He grins. His eyes flicker form my eyes to my lips and I think he's going to go in for the kiss but he looks away at the last second. He pushes me off his lap and stands up stretching, glancing at the clock behind him. It was already two forty.

I stretch out on the couch and close my eyes. I feel so dumb for wanting him to kiss me. Of course he's not going to kiss me.

Fred.

II grin as my girlfriend lies out on the couch. "Are you hungry babe? I'll make you anything you like?"

She opens an eye to look at me and then closes it and shakes her head. "I'm fine."

"I'll make anything you like-"

"Fred I said I'm-"

"By hand."

She narrows her eyes at me and sits up. "Now this I have to see. Can you make me a very nice pasta dish please?"

I roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen, Hermione trailing behind me. "Anything you want."

She sits down at the counter putting her head in her hands. "How much sleep did you get last night?" I ask as I start taking all the ingredients out of the closets. Believe it or not, George and I are very organized and we'd like to stay that way.

She yawns and shakes her head without coming up form her hands. "I was too busy getting butterflies over cuddling with my boyfriend." She lifts her head for a second to smirk at me before returning to her hands. I love her so much. But it's way too early to tell her about it.

"Hermione…how about you go lay down in your room? Get comfortable. I'll bring your food to me."

She's so tired she doesn't even argue with me. I laugh and pick her up, bridal style, when she reaches out her arms to me. "I want to sleep in your room," she says quietly.

I smile and lay her in my bed. I pull the sheets over her and kiss her forehead. "Sleep tight baby." She smiles, already halfway down the road to dreamland.

I walk back to the kitchen and continue preparing her pasta for her. A couple of years ago, I had a lot of extra time on my hands and some extra money in my pockets so I decided to take a cooking class. I ended up loving it so much that I just stuck with it. Now I'm cursed with being incredibly good looking and an amazing cook.

I bring my the food to m'lady. She's fast asleep. In my bed. Under my covers. I set the bowl down and cast a charm over it to keep it warm. I sit next to her on the bed and just watch her sleep. I love how beautifully peaceful she looks when she's sleeping. Even her hair is peaceful. She stirs a little in her sleep, registering the fact that I'm next to her and cuddling into me. "Fred?"

"Shh. Go back to sleep." I hear her slight snore a few moments later and I imagine what it would be like to sleep with that every night. It's a good thought.

I know for a fact that I want to marry this woman sleeping next to me. She's beautiful, intelligent, and can keep me in check if I ever get out of line. Her hair just adds to the charm. I can see our children now, a little girl with frizzy red hair and my freckles, a little boy with straight brown hair and Hermione's eyes. Rose and Hugo, they'll be called. We'll live in a real house, not a big flat. Our kids will have play dates with Victoire and Teddy and Charlie's kids (if he ever decides to settle down) and Harry and Gin (if they ever decide to have kids).

I dozed off at some point in my day dreaming. When I wake up, Hermione is just sitting back down on my bed. She's playing with my hair and giving me Eskimo kisses. I don't know why I didn't kiss her before and I don't know why I'm not kissing her now. I can tell she wants and is ready for it but I'm too scared that she may still reject me if I go for it.

"Thank you for the pasta," She whispers. "It was absolutely delicious."

"You're welcome," I whisper back.

I pull her into my arms, just wanting to hold her. But an owl's insistent pecking on the window pulls me from my fantasy-becoming-reality moment. Hermione tells me to go back to sleep and she'll get the letter. Now that I'm up, though, I can't fall asleep again. So I watch as she grabs the letter and politely gives the owl a little treat. Her eyes get big as she scans the letter and she glances at me. "What?" I ask. "Who's it from?"

"Percy."

"Is it goof?"

She shakes her head. "Not. At. All."

Still don't know who George's secret girlfriend is. Hehe. Uhm…I appreciate reviews. Just to let me know that I'm doing okay at least and to give me ideas. Maybe Tell me what you do and don't like? I can change a few things? In my head, from I started writing this, I wanted their first kiss to be in chapter ten. But obviously that didn't happen. Sorry it's taking so long…well…sort of…I'm not sure. That's prett quick actually now that I think about it.

Thanks for reading!