Okay guys, I'm just…let me have this whole paragraph for an author's note up here and then we'll get to an iddy bitty probably crappy story.

We're at chapter forty-one. I was only expecting one chapter of this. This is probably the longest story I've ever written, and so when you guys tell me that you like it I feel like I'm on cloud nine. Even if you don't like it or it doesn't make sense and you tell me so, you still read it and took the time to give me your opinion on it. And I'm working on it – I've never said these were amazing, I think half of them are pretty crappy actually, but you've just got to help me out on these. Give me some prompts like "Hey remember when Hades tricked Persephone into marrying him?" or something like that, give me just some cool little everyday non-copyrighted things that you think would be a cool Headaches chapter.

Also, I found a couple of things when I got bored and searched my pen name. Apparently, someone on Tumblr thought highly enough of this story and Feet Off! to put it in the same post as a couple of Wizards-Pupil's stories! Sweetie, I love you and I want to say thank you for thinking that and posting that, and I'm sorry that I might've scared you with "OH MY GOD YOU WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING LET ME LOVE YOU." Sorry, it had to be said. And I'd recently had sugar so that's a factor too. Thank you.

Sorry that I took up so much space, but it needed to be said.

"Can I have her?"

"Have who?" Ginny asked, glancing back to find that Fred was on her bed, upside down and looking at the floor in deep thought.

"Hermione. Can I have her?"

Ginny blinked and looked back at her brother before asking warily and skeptically, "Why?"

"I just…want her," he pursed his lips as Ginny looked at him in awe.

"You want to date Hermione?" she asked, a smile growing on her face as she abandoned the task of putting away laundry and crawled onto her bed beside him, on her stomach and looking at him in glee.

"No, I just want her," he pouted at the ceiling now, "I don't want to go through all of the nonsense in dating. I just…want to marry her."

Ginny stared at him before frowning, "Fred, that's absolutely barmy."

"You were all for us dating a moment ago – what's the difference in marrying her?" he asked, glaring a little.

"Fred, you don't have that much of a connection!" Ginny sat on her knees and frowned at him as he sat up halfway as well, "Fred, you don't have months or years of bonding in that romantic way!"

"Whatever," he sighed as he rolled off and landed on his feet, padding towards the door, "You're no help."

"Hey, Granger, wanna make a bet?" Fred asked, hanging upside down from the tree limb, meeting her face to face and grinning when she blinked.

"What kind of bet, Fred?" she asked warily.

"Well, if I win, you have to marry me," he beamed as she gaped at him.

She quickly fixed her expression with an eye roll and smirked at him, "And if you lose?"

"I won't," he smirked back before reaching forward and pecking her on the nose before sitting back on the limb and leaping off, grinning at her.

"What're we making the bet on?" she asked, still underneath the tree.

"If I can keep you," he answered simply.

"Keep me how?" she asked slowly, "There have to be rules."

He sighed, leaning against the trunk, "If I can find some way to magically keep you trapped in the shop…or the loft, don't want to be that mean. I have a week."

She pursed her lips at him before smiling, "Alright. And when I win, we'll figure out what I'll get then."

"Sure, Sweetheart, whatever you say," he chuckled before heading back into the Burrow, leaving Hermione to watch him leave curiously before biting her lip and going back to her book.

"Hey, Hermione, what're you hiding from?" George asked loudly, making her jump up with a shriek before glaring at him.

"George!" she hissed as he laughed, "That wasn't funny!"

"Well, you're hiding behind the couch with a blanket over your head, so I had to ask," he grinned as she walked out behind the piece of furniture, "Which, you never answered."

"Your twin and I have a bet, and it's nearly over and he hasn't done anything yet," she pouted and crossed her arms over her chest, "I'm worried."

"Wow, you made a bet with him?" he asked with an arched eyebrow, "How stupid were you?"

She only glared at him.

"Oh come on, don't give me that look," he sighed before holding out a fruit, "Mum gave me this, said you might be hungry."

She eyed it before taking it and smiling, going into the kitchen to cut it open. George sat at the table and watched as she split it open over the sink, her hands getting stained as she started to eat the seeds. She stopped and her eyes widened as she felt something that was a little similar to a Portkey begin to drag her away, leaving her just enough time to drop the fruit and whirl around to glare at George before she appeared on the couch in the loft above Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, Fred on the other side and smirking at her.

"I win," he grinned as she glared further at him.

"A pomegranate?" she hissed as he smiled gleefully at her, "You got me with a ruddy pomegranate?"

"I don't see how you didn't see that one coming," he chuckled as she stood and began to pace, "I mean, it was Greek mythology – Hades and Persephone, I thought you'd know that one."

"I do!" she cried, seething at him as he continued to grin, "That's why I'm half mad at myself!"

"Aww, come on, Love, I'm not that bad," he pouted at her, making her stop and arch an eyebrow at him, "I mean, I didn't force you into this bet – this was entirely your option."

She sighed and sat on the arm of a chair, just out of his reach, "Yeah. I know."

"You don't have to marry me," he told her, "I'll settle for a date."

She arched an eyebrow before smirking at him, leaning forward close enough to kiss him before dragging one finger down his cheek and pressing another onto his shirt as he blinked at her. She grinned as he glared at her before giving him a quick peck on the lips and standing to go wash the juice off her hands.

Fred stood and followed her into the kitchen, grabbing a paper towel and getting it wet to scrub at his face, "So is that a no?"

"To which one? Dating or marrying you?"

"Either."

"Ehh," she hummed before smiling, "Both."

"Really?" he asked with a grin as she nodded and smiled back at him.

"How long am I stuck here, anyway?" she asked, frowning at the stains on her fingers.

"How many seeds did you eat?"

"I dunno…quite a few."

"Then you're stuck here quite a few days," he shrugged.

"Wasn't it months in the myth?"

"I'm not that mean, Hermione," he smiled as she laughed, pecking her on the cheek.

I really like Greek myth, I've read this book by Roger Lancelyn Green about a few thousands times. Even did a PowerPoint on it and made a Medusa game with it for class once. The principal walked out into the lobby where we were playing and asked what was going on. I kind of just waved around at them running around and shrugged, "Book report."

Love,

Birdie