Have I ever told you people that I love you to death? Because I do. I really do. It's what you write! You write these reviews that make me grin and make me want to hug you, each and every one of you. Gah. Stop being so awesome. … Actually, no, keep being awesome, there needs to be more awesome people like you guys out there in the world.

This chapter is a sequel to 'The Never Ending Game Ends,' (AKA, the last chapter.) It was brought to my mind when Smiles123 suggested it. Thank you very much.

Hermione frowned at Fred as he started to grin sheepishly at her.

"It's not what it looks like," he was starting to laugh a little now.

"You turned my hair purple, Fred," she frowned even more at him, crossing her arms over her chest, "In class. One second it's this completely normal brown shade and the next – purple!"

He was wincing, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided his fiancé's gaze, "Err, right, about that…."

"Ugh, Fred! You know how much I hate my hair when it's brown! You can't just – not when I – ugh!" she gritted her teeth, "I can't think!"

"Hermione, wait, please, let me explain," he called out after her as she went out the front door and down the stairs to the shop, "Please, I swear – it's not what it looks like!"

She ignored him and walked out of the store, making him sigh and thunk his head on the doorway, chanting out "stupid, stupid, stupid…."

Hermione was wandering Hogwarts that night. She hadn't realized she'd been so upset about him changing her hair color – Ginny would've probably laughed it off and loved it. It wasn't so much the color – she loved the color purple after all, it was the way he'd made fun of her unintentionally in front of her students. How were they going to sit still and pay attention when all they could remember was her having purple hair?

"Oy, Gideon, someone's walking around down there," a gleeful voice whispered rather loudly, "And she's got purple hair!"

"Ooh! Where? I want to see!" There was another voice before a grunt, "Move, Fabian!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and looked up at the portrait, frowning at them before blinking as they blinked back at her. They were practically Fred and George sitting there, which made that little pool of hurt pang uncomfortably in her stomach. Although there were major differences, such as eye color and hair shade and the fact that both of them had two ears.

"Hermione Granger?" one asked.

"Yes," she said warily, walking closer to them.

"Whoa," the other scratched his head, "Never seen you before. Do you normally have purple hair?"

She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, frowning at the two of them, "No, my boyfrien – " she shook her head and caught herself, "Fiancé did it."

"And, uhh, who is that again?"

"Fred Weasley."

They both gasped and beamed, hands flying to their faces at the exact moment.

"Freddie's getting married?" he caught his brother's arm, "Do you hear that, Gideon?"

"I do indeed, Fabian!" Gideon grinned before they ran out of their frame, pushing a stern looking wizard out of his, "Gideon Prewett, at your service!"

Fabian popped up in the portrait right in front of her, beaming, "Fabian Prewett, in your debt!"

"Ahh," Hermione stepped back as Gideon popped up next to him, blinking, "Did you say Prewett?"

"Molly Weasley's brothers, dear," Fabian smiled politely.

"We're that empty frame in the family room," Gideon added.

"Ahh – that's why Molly glares at it and mutters 'prats' when she thinks no one's looking," she chuckled before smiling at them, "Why do you have a portrait in Hogwarts?"

"We bugged Dippet about it until he relented and promised a spot on the wall for us when we died," Gideon smirked.

Fabian glanced sadly around the hall with her, "However, it's a very unused hallway."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Hermione frowned before smiling, "I'm sure McGonagall would be happy to move you."

"Doubt it," Fabian snorted with a grin, "Professor Minnie thinks we're 'contagious to others.'"

"She's completely right, however, but words hurt," Gideon grinned when she chuckled before looking worriedly at her, "Hey, quick question. Why aren't you with Freddie right now?"

She blew her hair out of her face before sighing, "He turned my hair purple in front of my class, and I'm blowing off my steam by pacing Hogwarts."

"You're not going to yell at him?" Fabian blinked, lurching forward in the frame.

"No – I hate yelling at him," she told them, "I only ever yell at Ron, and that's because he does something stupid like say my cat ate his rat."

"Wish Emmeline felt that way," Fabian muttered under his breath before smiling at her, "Ever think he didn't mean to?"

She stayed silent, staring off at the old granny painting that was giving the twins the bird for shoving her into Sir Cadogan's painting. She bit her lip, twisting the hem of her shirt before looking back at the twins and smiling, "You should stop by the Burrow much more, Molly would appreciate it loads. I think she really misses you two, Arthur, the boys and Ginny as well."

"Sure thing, Granger," Gideon smiled before the two were walloped over the head with a cane, the old lady shoving them out of her portrait, making Hermione laugh as she walked down the hall.

"Fred?" she asked quietly as she opened the door, making him sit up on the couch and wince at her. She took in his blue hair before smiling and sitting down next to him as he continued to apologize and explain the charm he'd been working with when she'd entered the room and he hadn't known that the after effects of it would do that, up until she covered his mouth with hers, effectively shutting him up as she smirked against his lips.

"Fred, I'm not mad at you," she smiled once she pulled back, making him blink at her, "I thought you'd done it on purpose and I got so upset about it is all. In fact…." She kissed him once more, wrapping her arms around his neck, nudging his nose with hers when they pulled away, "I'm really glad it's purple and not pink. I hate the color pink."

Fred smiled at her and started the kiss this time, wincing once more when they pulled back, "I really am sorry though." He arched an eyebrow, "What made you change your mind? About me not doing it on purpose?"

She smiled, pecking him on the lips with a giggle, "It's a bit of a stretch. But, your uncles."

"Ahh – you met them," he grinned, settling them both against the back of the couch, "George and I saw their portrait at Hogwarts and nearly fell over and died. I'm glad you met them though, they were my favorite uncles from what I remember."

She grinned, "Not a big fan of Muriel, hmm?"

He snorted, cringing, "You know, I was completely ready to take you into the bedroom where we could continue our 'conversation,' but then you bring that up and I don't really feel like 'talking' then."

"Topic change then!" He laughed and held her closer, burying his face into her purple curls, "The sky is blue, grapes are purple, my socks are orange!"

He chuckled and kissed her temple, still smiling, "I love you, you barmy nut."

She pecked him back, grinning, "Takes one to know one."

"MOLLY!" two voices sounded happily, making her gasp and nearly drop the plate she'd been washing. Arthur looked up and blinked with her as Harry and Ginny exchanged confused glances.

"It's not," Molly muttered, walking into the family room with Arthur, Harry and Ginny following.

"It's not who, Mum?" Ginny questioned.

"Molly! Arthur!" Fabian and Gideon exclaimed as Molly finally grinned. They gasped when they caught sight of Ginny, beaming.

"Is this Ginny?" Gideon asked happily as she stepped up to the portrait, "Ohh, Ginny, we haven't seen you since you were…well…born." He winced and stepped back, shoving Fabian into his place.

"Molly, we've just met her, and we've approved," Fabian grinned at his sister.

"Who? Ginny?" she blinked, making them roll their eyes.

"No, Hermione!" he snorted, turning to a grinning Harry and Ginny, "And she's supposed to be the terribly smart one in our family, can you believe it?"

Arthur chuckled, "Well, it's hard not to love Hermione."

"Purple hair and all," Gideon nodded sagely as Harry sighed.

"Oh Merlin, he messed with her hair," he said before humming, "At least it's not pink."

"She hates pink," Ginny continued.

…Mmyeah….*shrug*

I can't believe we're nearing (or are at) 200 reviews! That's 100 from chapter 17 to now! Thank you so much, you guys, I really appreciate it!

To our 200th reviewer (who I'll announce in the next chapter, which should be 27's sequel), if you could PM or leave the following information in a review, I'll write you in a chapter! Unless, of course, you've already had a chapter, in which case you'll be in the 201st reviewer's chapter as a cameo.

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