A/N: Hello, hello! I don't own Harry Potter so blah, blah, blah. Thank you all so much for the positive feedback this story has received. Sadly, though, like everything it must end. This is probably the second to last chapter, so… On to chapter fifteen.

:*: 15 – Happy :*:

That was the best night I've ever had. When I woke up, I had my arms wrapped tightly around Hermione, who was smiling and sleeping peacefully. God, I think I might've gotten five hours of sleep that night. I spent a good three hours just watching Hermione sleep.

Okay, now that sounded a little creepy, didn't it? But I don't care because Hermione is beautiful and I liked just looking at her. She seemed so peaceful. I wish I could now what she was dreaming of.

God, know I sound like a cheesy romance novel or something. I might as well say, "As I watched her chestnut hair cascade over her porcelain face, her eyelids fluttered like butterflies as she dreamed."

Which is true, but that sounds very dumb in my opinion.

But all that was ripped away from me when came a sudden shriek.

"Oh my God!"

Hermione immediately woke up, rubbing her eyes.

"What was that?" she asked me.

I shrugged and looked up and there was Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown standing overhead, Lavender's hands on the bed curtains she had just ripped open.

"Hermione!" she said, shocked. "I don't believe it!"

"We were forced to sleep in the fifth year dorms because you wanted to shag your boyfriend? Did you not know about the East Tower?" Parvati screeched.

"No," Hermione said. "And how do you?"

Parvati blushed and I smirked.

"It doesn't matter," Lavender said. "You should juts be glad we covered for you with McGonagall."

"What!?" Hermione said, now wide awake and alert at the prospect of getting in trouble. Personally, it just rolled off my back.

"McGonagall came up after she heard us yelling at you to open up," Lavender explained. "She also heard you arguing with him and she was wanted to make sure everything was okay and to make you two shut up."

"What did you say?" Hermione asked.

"Well," Parvati said, now rifling through her trunk and getting out some clothing. "At first we were going to tell her you had a boy in there."

"But," Lavender said, seeing Hermione's horrified look, "We decided against it. So instead we just made up some line about how you were fighting with Ron about his studies, and she seemed to believe it."

"Ron was never very studious," I observed.

"Neither are you," Hermione said.

I glared and then kissed her.

"I'd say get a room but," Lavender said. "You're already in one."

"Fred!" Hermione said as a pinned her to the bed and started kissing her neck. "Fred," she repeated. "You need to go. I have homework to do and – "

"Surprise, surprise," I said. Hermione smacked my upside the head and I desisted.

"All right," I said reluctantly. I then noticed Parvati and Lavender giving me appraising looks. I then looked down and realized – HEY! – I'm not wearing pants. I'm just in my boxers. No shirt or anything… hey, that's what I sleep in.

I located my pants and pulled them on and then threw on my t-shirt and coat.

"Should I leave?" I asked Hermione.

"As much as I don't want you to," she said. "But I have Holiday homework I've put off."

"That's a first," Parvati remarked.

"Hey!" I said, pointing my finger at Parvati. "Only I, and possibly Ron, am allowed to make fun of Hermione. You say another evil ting about her and I will… turn you into a chicken."

Parvati and Lavender exchanged a look and then began laughing… really hard.

"See what I have to deal with?" Hermione asked quietly as we made our way down the staircase – where we could still hear Parvati and Lavender laughing. Was I really that funny?

"Yeah," I said, still marveling at the fact that Hermione's room mates were still laughing at me. "Good luck with your homework," I said before kissing her.

"Thank you," she said, smiling.

"I'll see you next Hogsmeade trip?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, thinking. "Next Hogsmeade weekend is in two weeks, so I'll see you then. Plan something exciting," she added jokingly.

"We could shag," I said, making fun of myself.

"No thank you," she said politely.

I laughed, waved, and began my walk back to Hogsmeade. It was quite a long walk actually. I mean, I've walked to and from Hogsmeade form Hogwart's numerous times when I was in school, but it always went fast because George was with me and then it was more exciting because we could possibly get caught. Plus, since we always ran around trying not to be gone long, it was a lot warmer.

But oh well. I didn't mind. I'd say it gave me some thinking time, but for once, I didn't need to think about anything important. My relationship with Hermione was fine, my family was fine and I was fine.

I'm surprised I'm not saying everything was nice.

I just couldn't believe how great my life had become. At this time last year, I had no idea how my life was going to turn out. I was (for once in my life) worrying about the impending future… what I was going to do with my life (which, by the way, I still have no idea) and who I was going to experience it with.


Now, I know everyone is thinking, "What the Hell? There's a little someone called Hermione that's head over hills for you!"

But seriously. I love Hermione so much and I hope that I spend the rest of my life with her… but that's now. The way the past few months have gone, anything is possible. Don't get the wrong idea, because in a few years, if all goes well, I can totally see myself proposing to and marrying Hermione.

At this moment, however, I was not ready. Obviously. I mean, really. I can see the "Daily Prophet" Headlines now:

"Joke Shop Idiot Marries Still-in-School Idiot."

I can hear the bells now.

Okay, that was a really stupid ramble and I apologize. I'm in a talky mood at the moment so I like explaining things.

Uh-oh. Sudden horrible just popped into my mind… I was supposed to work! I quickly Apparated (why I didn't do that in the first place is beyond me) home and checked my schedule. Yep. Work.


I changed (making sure I was wearing pants) and Apparated in.

"Wow," Caitlin said sarcastically. "You're late! That's new."

"Do you just plan working with me?" I asked, shocked at her appearance at the store.

"Hey!" Caitlin said, giving some customers their change. "I worked here for two years before you came. These are my hours. Always have been. It's you that always works at the same time as me."

I pondered this thought for a moment before shrugging and asking, "So what do I need to do?"

Caitlin looked around and said, "Someone ran into the powders shelf and so it's everywhere."

"What kind?" I asked. "Itching? Belching? Purpling?"

"Numerous kinds. Don't be surprised if you end up itching, belching, turning purple and speaking in limerick for the rest of the day."

"And why am I cleaning this up?"

"Because I don't want to speak in limerick for the rest of the day," Caitlin said as if this were the most obvious answer ever.

But I didn't care. I had no intentions of going anywhere tonight, so if I just spoke in limerick to myself… that would be sad. So I pulled on my dragon hide boots and gloves to protect myself and began cleaning.

I said some basic cleaning charms but then I had to find the right containers since I couldn't just throw it away. Finding the bottles was hard. I swear, I had the "Turning Purple Powder" bottle but I had the "Yawning Powder" in my hand… and then I had the "Yawning Powder" container, but couldn't find the powder.

"Caitlin!" I yelled, frustrated. "What is going on?"

Caitlin walked over, utterly bewildered and looked at me, covered in powder.

"Are you speaking in limerick yet?" she asked smiling.

"No," I said. "But why can I not find the right container for the freaking powder?"

"Because it's a joke shop," Caitlin said before walking away.

That was supposed to help me? It's a joke shop. Well, thank you oh Wise One. That helped. It's joke shop. Really?

And then it hit me what that was supposed to mean. Of course I can't find the bottles. It was a joke. Not only did they have trick powders (I also started feeling a little itchy) but trick bottles. Fancy schmancy.

It took me a total of two and a half hours to clean the powder up and place it into the correct bottles. By then, it was lunch break.

"I'm going to the Three Broomsticks," Caitlin said. "Want to come?"

"Sure…" I said. "What about the store?"

"Celia will take care of it," she said off-handedly.

I nodded, removed my protective gear and placed it behind the counter, and walked with Caitlin to the Three Broomsticks.

"So," she said as we sat down at a table. "How was your night?"

"Traumatic," I said, taking a sip of water that the waiter brought me.

"How so?" she asked.

I told her all about the whole argument and the reconciliation I had with Hermione the night before, and she laughed like Ron and Harry.

"I really don't see why making a fool out of myself is funny!" I said.

Caitlin smiled. "It's not, really. But I'm just imagining the random shagging comment. It's just amusing, I'm sorry," she said.

I thought about it for a second and realized, yeah, it actually was a bit amusing.

:*: :*: :*: :*: :*: :*: :*: :*: :*: :*:

When I got home that night (miraculously, not itching!), Pigwideon was waiting for me with a letter.

"Cam down," I said, grabbing the hyperactive owl and ripping the letter off his leg. He hooted happily and proceeded to scratch up my newspaper.

"Stupid bird," I grumbled, tearing open the letter. It was from Hermione.

Dear Fred,

Hello. I just thought you would like to know that I was wrong. Our next Hogsmeade trip is the weekend after next. But, Gryffindor has a match next week, so if you'd like to try to come for that, I would be very happy. Can't wait to see you!

Love,

Hermione

I smiled, knowing that not only would I get to see Hermione, but Quidditch too! I quickly penned back:

Hermione,

Of course I'll come to see Quidditch. Plus, I get to see you. Bonus! Give me the details as soon as you can and I'll make sure I'm not working. I can't wait to see you.

Love,

Fred

I tied the letter back to Pig, who flew so fast out the window that he missed the open part and hit the window. Unfazed, he flew out the open part and towards Hogwart's and Hermione.

After I had made myself some dinner and read my non-destroyed portions of the paper, I decide I was tired.

As I laid down in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, I realized, that for the first time in my entire life, I was happy.

Not just happy like the happy normal people are, but truly happy. Every fiber of my being was happy and I felt that there was nothing could happen that would destroy my happiness.

So, I fell asleep that night, the first night in my entire life, that I was truly happy.

A/N: Sorry if that wasn't good. I juts have my last chapter idea and I want to type it out so bad I just couldn't be bothered with that stupid filler chapter known as fifteen.