Disclaimer: I'm still working on the owning part, just a few more nevers.

I knew Ginny thought that Fleur and Bill's wedding was silly, because of the war and everything, but I just couldn't understand that. Why shouldn't we celebrate their love? However, I wasn't at all concerned about that now, because now Fred and George and the other Order members were gone. They left to get Harry and bring him here to the Burrow. Ginny and I weren't allowed to go since we're still both under aged.

We dealt fine earlier. I think it's because we could see that they were still safe when they were here tripling the security spells around the Burrow. but now there gone we can only wonder wasn't happening to them. It's times like these when the brain imagines every worse scenario it can conjure: from killing curses, to falling off broom sticks and being left behind, to getting kidnapped and interrogated, to coming home with irreparable damage. We had nothing to do but wait and see who made it back.

I sat on the couch with Ginny, us both needing no more comfort then the physical evidence that someone else was helpless and scared; War has taught us to never need anymore comfort then that; still, I let Ginny indulge in comfort further by letting her cut off circulation in my hand. How could I not? She was worried about way more people then I was.

In a flurry of motion people started coming in: Hagrid and Harry, then Professor Lupin and an injured-i stopped breathing-George, followed by Hermione and Kingsley, then Mr. Weasley and Fred who both went straight to George's side. To Lupin's relief Tonks arrived unharmed along with an unharmed Ron. Bill and Fleur arrived last. I looked at the gingers crowded around George and felt uneasy because I knew I was relieved that it was George that was injured and not Fred.

Fred's eyes found mine across the room, but I looked away and ran up the stairwell to Fred and George's old room. In the dark room I wondered over to their workstation and smiled at the old Weasley&Weasley order forms. I picked it up and inspected it; I soon realized it was an original, one of the few Molly didn't find and toss out. I counted the items listed and there were only fifteen; three of which they'd decided were to dangerous to sell, like the Ear-Clot Candies. They make one temporarily deaf. I scrunched up my noise at the irony.

There was a soft knock at the door and I turned to see Fred as light flooded in from the hallway. "Looking to buy something?" he joked weakly. I dropped the order form on the desk and rushed over to hug Fred. "I'm fine." he lied into my hair as he clung to me. "But he isn't." I pointed out stupidly. Fred laugh weakly. "Injured or not, Angelina is going to be bloody pissed when she gets here tomorrow." Fred joked. "He didn't tell her about the mission." he explained.

I nodded and let go of Fred as I went and sat on his bed. It had a hand-knitted blanket on it; it was almost identical to the one in Ginny's room I used to use when I stayed at the Burrow. "Are you okay?" Fred asked worriedly. I felt guilty for making him worry, so I nodded. "Relieved actually." I admitted. I chanced a look at Fred as saw understanding in his eyes. "For half a second, I thought it was you." I whispered.

I looked down again and waited for Fred to leave or tell me to leave, but instead I felt Fred sit down next to me. "George is down stairs making holey jokes while being patched up, so I'm not mad; if he wasn't, then I don't know how furious I'd be." Fred told me honestly. I nodded without looking at him. "I love you, you know." I whispered so quietly that I doubted he heard me.

Fred put his hand on my cheek and I close my eyes as I leaned into it, so I didn't exactly see Fred's kiss coming, but I sure as bloody hell felt it. The passion that makes snogging Fred enslaving had company: Anger. I wasn't angry at Fred, but I sure as hell wasn't about to be out kissed.

I pulled away to catch my breath, and as we sat there gasping for air, Fred stared me down. "I don't doubt it." he finally said. My eyes widened in shock as I realized he'd heard me. "Th-That's not why I said it." I admitted it shock. Fred's eyes narrowed. "Then why did you?" he asked. I blushed but refused to look away. "Because it could be you that dies next time an-and," as I struggled to explain Fred's face softened, "-and I can't stop it, but I can make sure you know how I feel about you." I shrugged and looked away as I realized how stupid and pointless the idea was.

"We should get some sleep." Fred reasoned. I looked over and watched Fred, who was still in his 'Harry' clothes, crawl under the scratchy blanket his mother knitted him. I smiled and tried not to laugh. "You coming?" he asked as he held the covers up so I could climb in. I let out a childish giggle as I snuggled up to Fred and let him tuck me in. Fred smiled slightly and kissed my nose. "Shh." he told me in amusement. I stuck my tongue out at him, but quickly pulled it back in when he tried to bite it. I laughed quickly when he pouted. "Night Fred." I sighed as I snuggled closer. "Night Ringlet." he replied softly.

I woke up slowly at first, but when I realize Fred wasn't in the bed with me I sat up in a panic. "Fred." I called worriedly. I heard something being knocked over in the bathroom and sighed in relief when Fred poked his head out. "You okay?" he asked as he came out into the room. I quickly noticed that he was in his dress pants, and even more quickly I noticed that he didn't have a shirt on. It'd been almost two years since Fred's played as a Beater, but he's still managed to keep up the body type.

Fred smiled slightly as he noticed me gawking. "The wedding starts soon. You should get dressed." Fred informed me. "Not until you get out." I argued. Fred smirked and climbed into bed. I blushed as Fred's muscled, bare-chested, self sat infront of me. He pushed my ringlet's out of my face with a smirk. "This is my room." he whispered before he kissed me. I couldn't seem to stop my hands from roaming, and enjoying, his bare skin. I knew I was losing my head, but as Fred's fingers found the skin of my waist under my shirt I knew I didn't care. Fred leaned forward causing me to lean back on the bed. He smirked against my lips and it took me longer then it should have to realize why. I pushed against his chest and he willingly sat up. "I'm sorry, I had to do that." he laughed. I frowned, not because he'd teased me, but because he'd thought it was funny.

Fred expression turned serious. "I wasn't going to force you into anything. I was just teasing you because you were staring at me." Fred explained. "And to think I was only joking about you having to get out." I lied smoothly. Fred's face turned red and I rolled over laughing. "You dress yet Fred?" George asked as he came into the room. I stopped laughing and looked up at him, but when I saw the toothbrush sticking out of the hole in his head I dissolved into laughter once more.

"Didn't know you had company up here brother." George told a still red faced Fred with a smirk. "Is your company here yet?" Fred countered. George shrugged but his smile had turned forced. "She's come and gone." George replied nonchalantly. "Tough luck man." Fred replied sympathetically. George shrugged again and smirked. "On the bright side many of Fleur's beautiful cousins are already arriving; plus they got the good booze." he said optimistically. "Fleur is going to kill you if you get shit-faced at her wedding." Fred warned. George shrugged yet again. "Bill won't let her." he reasoned.

"Apparently you haven't heard his new motto: What Fleur wants, Fleur gets." I argued. Bill had used the line many times when telling the story of how they became an item: 'What Fleur wants, Fleur gets. Apparently she wanted me, though I don't know if she knew what she was getting.' George frowned at me before leaving. "Was I wrong?" I asked Fred. Fred shook his head. "You really should go get dressed though." he told me softly.

I nodded and left the room for Ginny's: where my dress was. It was a short fuchsia dress with a peacock feather design on the left side. I put my make-up on and after brushing my ringlets I looked in the mirror and decided not to bother straightening them. For the first time since first year the blue hair charm had completely faded, it was there yesterday so in must have faded during the night. I smiled at myself. My smile was the same. Sure, my face didn't have it's childish roundness to it, but I still looked basically the same. Besides the obvious, I didn't looked that different, but I felt different. I guess war does that to you.

Nadia's dress is on my profile if you want to check it out. You have to scroll down some and look at the reddish one that has purple accents.

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