A/N: Well, it's been a while. Sorry about that. I sorta started to lose interest in this story, but I did promise an epilogue, so here goes:

Fred took Hermione's hand as they headed down the stairs towards the kitchen. It was Christmas Eve, and time for the traditional Weasley family dinner. "Tonight's the night."

Hermione looked back at him. "Tonight's the night for what?" she asked, a tad suspiciously.

Fred grinned. "Tonight is the night you tell everyone about us."

Hermione blushed slightly. "Okay." Then she frowned. "Wait! I tell them? They're your family!"

Fred shrugged. "You're the public speaker, not me!"

"FRED!" Hermione hissed.

Fred hid a smile. He loved getting Hermione riled up. "You aren't the one who should be nervous!" he protested. "My family likes you better than they like me!"

"That's ridiculous and you know it!" Hermione snapped.

"If I tell them, they'll think it's a joke!" Fred said, leading her up to the kitchen doorway. The rest of the family was already inside, and cheerful chatter could be heard through the door.

"What do you want me to do?" Hermione exclaimed, her voice growing louder. "Just say, 'Merry Christmas, Mrs. Weasley! Oh, by the way, I'm in love with your son.'!" Breaking off suddenly, she realized she had spoken louder than she'd intended to. Much louder.

All inside chatter had stopped.

Hermione turned to Fred with wide eyes. "That might work." he said calmly.

The kitchen door flew open and Hermione was swept into one of Molly Weasley's famous hugs. "…Oh! I'm so happy for you, dear!...Can't believe it…This is wonderful!"

"Thanks." Hermione said, blushing furiously as Mrs. Weasley reluctantly released her.

Molly wiped a tear from her eye, looking from Fred to Hermione and back. "I never thought I'd see the day…"

"Me neither." Hermione muttered, glancing at Fred sourly.

"Didn't give anyone else in there too much of a shock, did we?" Fred called into the kitchen, where Mr. Weasley, George, Ron, Danielle, Ginny, and Harry were sitting in silent amusement.

"I think we're all okay." Ginny called back, laughing. "That's one way to break the news, Hermione!" She told her friend. The kitchen dissolved into laughter.

Fred turned to Hermione. "She knew?"

Hermione nodded. "She knew. And Harry. And Ron saw us in the bathroom."

George spoke up. "I figured it out after Hermione's reaction to the plan."

Mr. Weasley shook his head. "Always the last to know." He chuckled good-naturedly. "Congratulations, you two." He hugged Fred first, then Hermione.

Hermione sat down at the table next to Fred and looked across the table at Ron and Danielle, Harry and Ginny. She finally had what they had. She grinned broadly at Ron, who winked back at her.

"Hey!" Fred objected. "I saw that!"

Hermione knew what he was going to do a second before he did it and turned beet red for the third time that night. Fred's arm made its way around her shoulders and he pulled her close. Hermione just barely registered the cheers and applause of the rest of the family as Fred's lips met hers.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed "Gifts, Goals, and Social Misfits." Thanks so much for reading. As for a sequel, there probably won't be one for this story. Quite frankly, I've run out of ideas! I really enjoyed writing for you guys, though, and if anybody has any plot suggestions or anything, I'd love to hear them. Well…that's it. Thanks again for reading and reviewing. I love you guys!