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When Hermione and Fred rejoined the party, hands entangled, they noticed several pairs of eyes on them. Ginny and Harry had matching smirks on their faces. Molly had a lovely smile, and Ron was looking at her, a bit of sadness obvious in his eyes. Hermione's heart dropped when she saw him. While she was relieved to see he wasn't turning red from anger, she didn't want to hurt him. But she should be able to hold hands with the man she was marrying, right? Was it really so bad to embrace these feelings for Fred? She looked around and noticed that while there were still several people dancing and drinking, a lot of them had gone home. The tent only held about 15 people now, instead of the near 50 it had when she left to find Fred. They hadn't really been gone that long, had they? They had talked for a bit on the field after their kiss, but she didn't realize they had been out for so long.

"So is my favorite couple now a couple?" Ginny ran over excitedly. She had known it would only be a matter of time before they finally admitted how they felt. But she was hoping they didn't just avoid the whole feelings conversation. She knew they were right for each other. As messed up as the ministry law was, it did make good choices. Ron had seemed to be the only one who was not fully accepting it. All the other couples seemed to be made for each other. And it was more obvious the longer they spent together. Anyone who watched Fred and Hermione could see they were built for each other. Just as much as her and Harry, and George and Angelina, and even her mother and father.

"Well, good news sis. Are you prepared?" Fred grinned. "We're getting married," he laughed.

Ginny scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue at Fred's joke. "You know what I mean."

"Everything is exactly how it should be, Gin," Hermione smiled as she gave Fred's hand a squeeze and looked at him. "Where'd everyone go?" she looked back at Ginny and Harry, who now had his arm around the red head's shoulders.

"It's pretty late. We need to be going soon too. Work in the morning. Unlike some people, our jobs don't consider the day after a Weasley wedding a holiday," Harry smiled.

"Getting a Weasley twin to commit is a very big deal," Angelina grinned as she walked up, George behind her.

"We were once considered very eligible bachelors," George mirrored his bride's smile.

"Of course. You two had girls lining up around the block," Ginny rolled her eyes.

"More like the quidditch pitch, if you want to get technical, baby sister," Fred laughed. His face suddenly turned more serious. "Hey, Angie, whenever you're done here, you and George come by. There's still the small matter of your wedding gift."

"Of course," she smiled. "I'll see you in a bit. We need to make the rounds and thank everyone."

"She really loved the gift. That was a really wonderful thing you two did," Hermione smiled as she pulled her curls up into a ponytail as the pair readied for bed.

"She deserves it, having to put up with George all the time," he laughed as he walked behind her. He unhooked her necklace and took the time to brush his fingers along her neck, sending a chill along her spine.

"And what do I get for putting up with you?" she teased as she turned to face him.

"I'd say it's a privilege to be able to put up with me," he gave her a wink. "But if you want something else, I'll work on figuring something out," he smiled as he leaned down to kiss her. He loved kissing her. Her lips seemed to fit with his like a puzzle. He brushed his hand along her neck and down her arm, relishing in the fact that he felt goosebumps under his touch. He loved the soft sigh that escaped her lips as he moved his own down to her neck. He tugged lightly on the hem of her shirt and instantly regretted it when she pushed him away. He knew what was coming.

"Fred, I'm just-"

"I know," he sighed. "I'm sorry. I just got a bit carried away," he ran his hands through his ginger hair. "It's okay," he stepped closer to her again. "I get it. You just let me know what you're ready and I'm there," he grinned.

"Of course," she smiled. "Thanks, Fred."

"So are you still okay sleeping next to me or is it too weird now?" he grinned.

"Might be a little weird," she started. "But I think I can manage it. As long as you stay on your own side," she smirked.

"Of course, love. But you're welcome to come over to my side," he gave her a wink before hopping into bed.