Thank you computer geek, pixies114, percabethgirl2645, aerodactyl, and my unnamed guest once ago. I'm glad you are enjoying the story. I know, some of the stuff seems a bit ooc. I've def have to take some liberties with Fred since he was never really written in a relationship in the books. It's a bit hard sometimes. But I'm trying. So i appreciate you all reading this far. This is the longest story I've written and I think the one I've enjoyed the most. I'm glad to share it with you.

"Hermione, what's wrong? You seem troubled," Ginny sat cross legged on Hermione's pop up bed.

Hermione continued to fiddle with a necklace Harry and Ron had bought her for Christmas during their fifth year. What could she tell her? It shouldn't even be something that bothered her, she supposed. So why did it scare her beyond belief hearing that Fred was in love with her? "It's nothing important."

"Now, Hermione. I don't know who you think you're talking to, but I'm not buying that at all. Something is on your mind and you are not going to bed until I find out what it is," she crossed her arms.

"Fred is in love with me," she replied softly, not meeting the red-head's gaze. She didn't want to bring Ginny down at all. All her dreams were coming true. She should be able to celebrate them for a while, not worry about her friend's love life.

"And? I already knew that," Ginny replied matter-of-factly, raising an eyebrow.

"That's the problem, Gin. I don't know if I'm in love with him. And what if I'm not? I don't want to break his heart. I'm terrified of hurting him because I don't know how I feel and now all I want to do is run away and hide," she spoke quickly, tugging on the necklace.

"Hermione, first of all, we both know how you feel about Fred. Whether you want to admit it or not. Second, just because Fred is in love with you doesn't mean he's going to propose. You shouldn't be scared of hurting him because you won't. If you didn't love him, you would have never started dating him. I know you might be confused right now because you haven't ever experienced true love and happiness, but it's nothing you should run from. You just need to embrace the happiness of it all. You are so special. Who wouldn't love you?"

"Gin, how can you say you know how I feel about Fred when I don't even know?" she sighed.

"Because I know you. I'm a genius, remember?" she laughed and felt satisfied when Hermione laughed as well. "Fred may be in love with you, but he's nowhere near ready for a commitment like marriage. Trust me. I know you think that it's only been a month and it's too soon for him to feel this way, but you have to remember that he's known you since you were 11 years old. He's stood up for you and watched you grow up. He's felt a very special kind of love for you because you were friends before all this."

Hermione nodded. Ginny was right. She was only freaked out because they hadn't been together for very long, but she hadn't thought about it the way Ginny put it. It was just so much to really hear how he felt about her. She knew Ron loved her, but it was so different. It had never been so easy to be with Ron. While she loved Ron as a friend, she wasn't ever really in love with him. It was the war and the bond they shared. But with Fred, she knew she was feeling the same way he was. And the thought of falling in love with him terrified her. If she admitted it, he gave her complete control over her. Control was not something she relinquished easily. "I really think I am falling in love with him, Gin."

"That's a good thing. Wipe that worried look off your face and go tell him. Trust me, there's nothing like it. That first time you both get to hear it from each other's mouths is one of the most special moments ever. Because from that point forward, you're not alone. Everything you face, you get to do it together," she smiled, remembering the first time Harry admitted it to her.

"I don't know if he's going to want to talk to me. I was kind of cold toward him. But I'll try," she got up and walked back outside to find only Ron sitting by the lake. "Ron? Where's Fred?"

"In the tent. Listen, Mione, I'm sorry I said anything about how Fred feel about you. It wasn't my place and-"

"Ron, could you go get him?" when he nodded she sat down under a tree by the water. The moonlight hit it perfectly, illuminating every movement. It was so beautiful.

"It's still not as beautiful a sight as you," Fred stood behind her.

"Fred, I'm so glad you're here. I'm sorry I acted so off earlier," she rose up instantly and wrapped her arms around his waist. She was so happy to feel him return the embrace. It felt so good to be in his arms. She couldn't believe she had been scared of this.

"You know I can never resist an offer to spend time with you, love," he rested his head on hers.

"Fred? Do you really love me?" she asked, her head still leaned against his chest.

He pulled away a bit to look into her eyes. "I do. I Love you. But Mione, I'm not itching for a marriage or kids or any of that. Not right now. Hell, I'm still a big kid sometimes."

She nodded, a smile growing across her face. "I love you too," her smile widened as a grin set across his own face.

"You mean it? I thought-"

"I thought I was scared of it. But I'm not. I had a very wise young Weasley make me see the error of my ways," she laughed.

"Remind me to get her an extra special wedding present," he joked before placing his lips on hers. His hands moved lower down her back before she pulled away. "Fred!" she smacked his hand away, laughing.

"You can't blame a bloke for trying, Mione." he laughed. "So about that moonlight swim?" he gave her a lopsided grin.

"I'd have to go get my bathing suit. And then Gin would want a full recap and I'd never get back here to you. Can't we settle for sitting out on the shore for a bit?"

"Oh, no swimsuit required," he wiggled his eyebrows. "Come on, love," he stripped off his tshirt and threw it at her playfully.

"Fred," she laughed as he stripped off his pants leaving him only in his boxers. She had to admit it was nice. Quidditch had treated his body well, and he hadn't lost that since leaving Hogwarts.

"Like what you see, huh?" he flexed his muscled jokingly, excited to get a giggle from her. When he went for the boxers, he noticed she immediately shielded her eyes. He laughed and jumped in the water. "Come on, Mione. You're a Gryffindor. Don't be a chicken!" he called out.

"I'm not a chicken!" she called out but when he continued making noises and pretending to flap his 'wings', she stood up and started on her own clothing. The boots first, then the tank top, leaving her in a bra and shorts. She made a motion with her hand for him to turn around and smiled when he pouted about it. "No peeking or I curse you!"

He only finally turned around when he heard her hit the water. "Do I get a prize for being a good boy?"

"I think your prize is that I'm here with you," she laughed. "I can't believe I'm doing this. If someone had told me a year ago I'd be skinnydipping with fred Weasley, the man I love, I'd had told them they were completely mad"

"Oh, I think you might be completely mad for falling in love with me," he laughed. "But I'm glad you did," his hands found he waist. She jumped at first but eased into his touch. "So don't you think it's a bit wrong that I can't look but I can touch?" he smiled as he pulled her closer to his body.

"I think it's appropriately fair," she replied distractedly. She was suddenly aware that Fred Weasley was a man whom she was naked with and holding onto.

"Are you uncomfortable with this?" he was hoping she would say no. Her body was so smooth and soft and he loved the feel of her against him. But her arms did not stray away from their spot around his neck, and though he could see a slight blush on her cheeks, she shook her head. "I'm so glad to hear you say that," he kissed her lips. Then moved down to her jawline. By the time he had hit her neck, he heard someone on the shore clearing their throat. "Georgie, I'm going to kill you," he replied without looking. He only looked over when Hermione pulled away, mortified. He saw his father standing there, a mixture of shock and embarrassment on his face. "Oh, hey dad," he laughed nervously. If their mum found out about this, they were in for a serious talk.

"I came out to make sure you guys put out the fire. I think you two should be getting to bed. Separately," he started to walk away.

"Mr. Weasley? Could you bring us some towels?" Hermione squeaked, suddenly feeling as though she were 11 years old again.

"I will," he went and grabbed two off the line Molly had set out to dry them on. "Fred, I think you and I should have a talk tomorrow," he added before walking back toward his own tent.

"Oh, great, the sex talk," he muttered, almost chuckling at the entire situation.