Author's Note:  Woah…I just realized that I think we left out the whole part that concerns Marion's getting ready for the date… Don't know how that happened… So I've reposted that chapter… I'm so sorry about that! LOL! And due to recent circumstances, Carrie won't be able to have enough material for a mixed chapter, so I'm going to post a whooole one about- Me. Aren't you all thrilled? I'd also like to thank all of you who reviewed and pestered me about getting this thing rolling again, because as the editor of the story, it's sort of my job to keep it on the move. Which I fully intend to do… lol! So keep reading!

SO CHAPTER 6 HAS BEEN REPOSTED W/ THE REST OF IT… REREAD!

            Marion woke on Saturday morning to a timid tapping on her door.

            "Um…Marion?" came Carrie's voice, "…you have a visitor."

            What the-? Marion grumbled to herself as she rubbed her eyes and quickly tied her hair up in a messy heap. Her head felt sort of funny…fuzzy, almost. I am not getting sick…She stumbled to the kitchen, and there, at HER table, was Fred.

            She blinked.

            He was still there, grinning broadly. (insolently, in her opinion)

            "Morning!" Marion tried (unsuccessfully) to stifle a yawn, and grunted in response. "I just wanted to let you know that everything that happened last night was courtesy of my brother- not me." Brother? Marion smacked her lips groggily, and robbed her head. Brother…a few moments passed, and she suddenly recalled that he had a twin- George, or Gerald…or or Genjamin or something. Genjamin? That doesn't sound right…Marion frowned. She blinked at Fred again. Or was it Geoffery? Who could tell? It was probably Gary, not Fred, here to clear his name.

            "Well…" Marion yawned loudly again. "You can tell your…your…what's the word? …brother, that I don't want to talk to him, and I want my money back!" Ginger/Fred held out an envelope for Marion.

            "Speaking of money; full refund. It's all in there. By the way, my brother wants to thank you for testing out the Combusting Confetti Cup last night… he says he'll be able to put it up for sale next week, thanks to you." Whoever-it-was grinned. "It just needs some more…er…tweaking. Well, if that's all you have to say to me, I'm off, and I daresay I'll see you around sometime." He winked. "Oh- and go back to bed…" Marion stared after him.

            "Gastard," she muttered and headed for the couch. Halfway there she paused, thought about her last response for a second, and shook her head. She plopped on the couch and feel asleep again.

~

            Fred was chuckling audibly to himself when he left Marion's place. He knew that he already had this girl secured; you could say it was a family trait. With the exception of Prissy Percy, (and Ron, who was completely clueless) none of the six Weasley boys had every had issues with girls. Marion was no different. She was just…tired.

            It had been fun though, he had to admit. Listening to her muddle her way through names, unsure if he was George (Gus) or Fred…and even though he knew she was still mad, he couldn't complain. He wondered if she knew that she was still adorably attractive even when she'd only just woken up. And short! Every time Fred saw her now, the first thing that his mind registered was how he towered over her…she looked even smaller than she really was in her oversized pajamas.

            Fred looked back at the house. He could detect no movement, and Marion's curtains were still drawn, so she'd probably gone back to bed. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked lightly back to the shop, whistling.

            When he entered the store, George greeted him, saying,

            "So, how'd it go?"

            "She's still mad, of course…but she was barely awake and unsure if it was really me or you…so even though she's never met you, she'll be upset with both of us for a few more days, I'm sure…but not to worry," he winked. George rolled his eyes.

            "Oh, I worry alright." Fred whacked him.

            "The only thing you should be worrying about is this store; with the trouble you caused, I'm taking a few days off. It'll be nice you know? I'm almost glad you pulled that trick on Friday…"

~

            As predicted, Marion did stay angry for a few days, especially after Carrie (who'd been standing in a corner of the kitchen watching) reported Marion's early morning performance to her, which she had no memory of, from lack of sleep. She found Fred arrogant and conceited, and wanted nothing to do with him.

            Then, on Wednesday, after three days of avoiding Oliver Wood at work, (who most likely knew of the whole situation from Fred, and no doubt found it funny) Marion stopped at the grocer's and ran into Fred.

            Literally.

            She'd been looking through her purse for some change, as she walked towards the counter, and bumped into him in line.

            "Oh! Sorry, I- oh." Marion tightened her mouth and continued to look for her money.

            "Hey," Fred grabbed her by the elbow. "I told you, it wasn't me who did all of that stuff- it was George." This reminded Marion of the episode Saturday morning, and she blushed.

            "Yes, well…"

            "Yes well what?" Fred demanded. "I don't see why you're mad at me, and I think that it's time you snap out of it." Marion flushed even more for being so childish, but she couldn't help herself. She didn't answer Fred, and he moved forward to pay for his groceries. As Marion paid for her fruit, she saw Fred rearranging his bags just outside the door, waiting for her.

            "Well?" He said when she came out. "Is there a reason you're mad at me?" Still, she didn't answer. "Okay…" he shrugged, and turned to go.

            "You tricked me...well not you, but… and my hands got so dirty…" Marion said suddenly, very quietly. Fred looked at her. "They were so sticky, and I couldn't get it off, and I hate sticky hands, and…and…" Marion hiccupped. She was trying not to cry for being so ridiculous. It wasn't working. "Oh Fred, I'm sorry!" she wailed, and burst into tears.

            "Hey!" said Fred, startled. "It's okay, you didn't do anything! If anything, it's my fault…" Marion sobbed harder. Now that her bottled up anger was pouring out, it opened the door for her homesickness, also.

            "I… miss… New…New York!" she bawled. Fred had put his bags down and was trying to calm her down.

            "If you don't breathe, I'm going to have to slap you, and I really don't want to," he warned her. Marion wailed at this statement, and Fred grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her towards him, and planted his lips on hers.

            The next three things happened at once. Marion shut up, hiccupped, and dropped her bag on Fred's foot. Which promptly ended the kiss.