"Fred!" George exclaimed, bursting into his and his brother's flat. "Fred! Where are you?"

"Leave me alone." Fred moaned from his bedroom. George smiled and pushed his brother's door open. "Fred!" He exclaimed, jumping on top of his brother's sleeping form. Fred groaned and tried to kick his brother off of him.

"When will you let me be miserable in peace?" Fred whined. "Sod off, you lazy prune. Get out of bed, go shower and get dressed. We're going to mum and dad's place." George ordered as he got off of Fred. Fred took the opportunity to pull the blanket up over his head.

"No." He said. George pulled the blanket away from his brother, exposing Fred's half naked body to the chilly air.

"It's not a request, it's an order. Get showered and dressed so that you look and smell decent or I'm dragging your scrawny ass back to the Burrow wearing nothing but your underwear." George threatened. Fred glared at his brother and stood up.

"You're lucky that your face is nearly as attractive as mine or I would punch it." Fred stated.

"NEARLY as attractive? Ouch, that hurts. Being only nearly as attractive as an ugly bugger like you." George said. "Now, go! Mom and dad have a surprise for you." He said as he pushed Fred into the bathroom. Fred groaned and lazily undressed, forcing himself into the shower.

There really were very few good surprises left in this world. Fred had all but given up on ever really being happy again. Just the thought of a Death Eater's hands on Hermione sent shivers through his body. Fred turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the scalding water wash away all of the horrible thoughts that were going through his head. He had to stop thinking like that, he knew he had to. If he gave up hope on finding Hermione, then everyone would.

"Look at the state of you, darling. We have to get some food in you!" Molly exclaimed as she poked and prodded at Hermione's ribs. They were up in Ginny's room, seeing if any of Ginny's clothes would fit her, seeing as Ginny was smaller than her, but since she hadn't really eaten in her weeks away, she had begun to lose some weight,

"Can't we wait until Fred's here?" Hermione begged. Ginny laughed as she leaned on the bed.

"I'm pretty sure you'll want something else once Fred's here." She said with a wink. Mrs. Weasley turned around in shock and threw a shoe at her only daughter.

"GINERVA WEASLEY!" Molly screeched. "Mum, you know it's true! You should see them-"

"That is NO WAY to speak around your mother. Go to your room!" Mrs. Weasley ordered.

"This is my room!" Ginny said with a smile. Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth to retort, but nothing came out. Instead, she just turned back to Hermione.

"God forbid she has any daughters." She whispered, making Hermione laugh. It felt good to laugh again, she admitted to herself. "Let's finish getting you ready, dear." Molly said with a smile as she helped Hermione into one of Ginny's dresses. It was a fairly simple dress, which Hermione was thankful for, since most of Ginny's clothes were just too out there for her own taste. Turquoise, summery, nothing that screamed too loud. Fred would like that.

"Does Fred know yet?" Hermione asked.

"I think that George wants to surprise him." Ginny said.

"That's not fair to him." Hermione said. They heard two POPs come from downstairs, and Ginny smiled.

"Maybe you should go down and greet him then." She said. Hermione's face lit up and she turned to look at Mrs. Weasley, as if asking her for permission. Mrs. Weasley smiled and put her hand on Hermione's shoulder.

"Go." Hermione took off running.

Fred looked around the living room of the Burrow and sighed. "Where's my surprise, then?" He said disappointedly.

"Should be around here somewhere, I think we need to look for it." George said as he dropped to the ground and started looking under couches, whistling as if calling a dog. "Here, surprise! Come out, come out wherever you are." Fred pulled his brother up by the collar of the neck. "WHAT GIVES?" George asked.

"You're barking mad." Fred responded coolly.

"You're fucking depressed. Get out of your funk." George ordered.

"My wife is gone!" Fred yelled. George saw something coming down the stairs and smiled.

"No, she's not." He said. Before Fred had the chance to turn around, a figure slammed into him and wrapped her arms around him from behind. His eyes widened in shock as he moved his hand down to grab the hand that had been so familiar in his just weeks prior. The tiny, fragile hand of his wife. Fred spun around quickly and pulled her into his arms as hard as he could without crushing her.

"I've missed you so much." He whispered into her hair.

"Me too." She said back. They stayed like this for a few minutes, and everyone stood around them, not wanting to ruin their reunion. Finally, Hermione pulled away a bit and looked up at Fred.

"Take me home please." She pleaded. "You don't want to eat first?" Fred asked. Hermione shook her head.

"I just want to go home and be with you." She said. Fred nodded and turned to George.

"We're going home, don't let anyone disturb us." Fred ordered. George nodded.

"Only if you both don't come around for a few days." George said with a smile. Fred flipped his middle finger in his twin's direction and disapparated with Hermione in his arms.

SO SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG.

And that this chapter's so short.

I had a lot of personal shit going on that I THINK is pretty much taken care of now. Again, I apologize. I'll try and get some more up soon!