In the Weasley house, this was no big deal, but Hermione had no brothers or sisters. She wasn't used to seeing her best friend's 20 year old brother in—close to nothing. Fred had the decency to blush.

"Oh—sorry." He gave her a sheepish grin. "It's really no big deal—I'm all covered really. I'm just—I'm just gonna go change." He slipped through the door connecting his room to George's. He barely got the door shut before he started to laugh. The look on her face—oh, it had been priceless. He slipped on his pajama pants and toweled off as he got dressed. He had to be quiet, because George was in bed asleep. He glanced over at the clock—12:00 on the nose. He threw his towel over the back of George's desk chair, then walked back to the door and opened it. Hermione was still in her bed, but now she had her face covered by her hands, shaking, and Fred could tell she was beet red and laughing.

"What's so funny?" Fred asked. She jumped at the sound of his voice. Seeing him, clothed this time, only made her laugh harder, which made Fred burst into peals of laughter as well. They laughed together and Fred made his way over to the bed and sat on it next to her.

"Well, how was your first 'large family' experience?" He asked once they had both calmed down.

"Large family experience?"

"The little faux-pas that only people from large families make, such as walking around in only a towel, walking into bathrooms, bedrooms, ect without knocking…you know…those types of things." Fred said, smoothing back his wet hair from his face.

"Oh," Hermione laughed again, "It was—interesting." She smiled at him, still red from the laughing and the embarrassment.

"What are you reading?" Fred asked, leaning over to look over her knees.

"Oh, it's a book I found on your dresser. I hope you don't mind." She said, closing the book, while keeping her finger in it to mark her page, and handing it to him.

"Ah!" He said, reading the title, "My BioBook."

"Uh-huh. It's actually fascinating. I didn't know you had a lisp until you were six." Hermione said, smiling at him.

"Ha Ha, very funny; knowing you, you'll use it against me. Anyway, all us Weasleys have a BioBook. Our parents gave them to us when we were babies, and as we grow up, anything important or memorable that happens to us goes in that book. It's to remind us that no matter what's going on now, or what's going to happen in the future, things will always turn out for the best. And it also helps us learn from our mistakes. I mean—I haven't touched it since I was—Merlin, six years old. There's a spell on it, and as these things happen, they are written in the book. Let's see, what's happened most recently…" Fred scooted up to sit next to Hermione, who made room for him. He slid the book over to it rested half on her legs, and half on his, and flipped a few pages. "Ah!" He said, coming to the last few pages. "Let's see…Leaving Hogwarts, that made Mum and Dad plenty angry; Opening Weasley's, there's still no one who's figured out where we got that money from; Bill getting engaged to Fleur, Ah, well, I guess I'm happy for them; Charlie getting burnt by the Horntail and hospitalized, We were a wreck then…we were so worried for him. He needs to take a few pointers from old Harry about Horntails—Ah! Here it is! Getting thoroughly embarrassed by Miss Hermione Granger when walked in on her in only a bath towel—that my dear, will be forever burned in my memory." He said, looking at Hermione and giving her a Weasley signature lopsided grin. Hermione looked up at him and smiled back. It wasn't until then that Fred realized how close he was to her—they were practically sitting thigh to thigh, and here he was in nothing but long pajama pants (more than a towel, but still…). His eyes met hers and they simply looked at each other for a long time. Then, out of the blue he slipped effortlessly off the side of the bed and placed the book back into her lap.

"I think it's time we both go to bed." He whispered. She nodded.

"Goodnight." She said so quietly he almost didn't hear her. He walked towards the door to George's room and opened it. Turning back, he whispered.

"Goodnight Hermione," then slipped out of the room.


"Up you get Hermione…" Hermione felt someone nudging her side. She groaned and threw her arm over her face, trying to block out the sudden burst of light. She was nudged again, harder this time. "Hermione Darling, come on! Get up; it's a beautiful day!" Mrs. Weasley nudged her one last time, then sighed and pulled out her wand. She held it close to Hermione's ear and whispered, "Drenchona." A stream of water shot from her wand into Hermione's ear. Hermione jumped about a foot off the bed, wide awake now.

"Ugh! Mrs. Weasley!" She pounded the side of her head, trying to get all the water out.

"Yes?" Mrs. Weasley asked sweetly. She walked around the room, picking up the clothes Hermione had thrown over the back of Fred's desk chair, and put them in the huge laundry shoot outside the bathroom door. She walked back in the room and sat on the bed next to Hermione.

"Well, let's see. I thought today you, Ginny, and me might go to Hogsmeade and have a little 'girl time'. What do you say to that?"

"Splendid…" Hermione muttered groggily. She rubbed her hand over her face and smiled sleepily up at Mrs. Weasley, "Positively splendid."

"Lovely. Breakfast is ready, waiting for you downstairs. I'm just going to go wake the twins and Harry and Ron, and we'll be on our way." She stood and walked to the door.

"Mm-kay." Hermione said groggily as Mrs. Weasley walked out and pulled the door shut behind her. Hermione pushed the rest of her covers off and swung her legs over to hang off the side of the bed. She stretched and yawned, and finally dragged herself the rest of the way out of bed, so she was standing. She dragged over to her dresser and pulled out a short denim skirt, a black tank top, and a bra. She pulled her nightgown off over her head, hooked on her bra and slipped the tank top over her head. Next, she pulled on the skirt, buttoned it, put on her pink belt, slipped on her black sandals, and looked at her reflection in Fred's mirror. She shrugged, she looked okay. She pulled out her makeup back, and with a few quick strokes of mascara, a wipe of eyeshadow, a dab of lipgloss, and a pinch of eyeliner, she was ready to go. She pulled her hair back in a messy bun as she walked down the stairs to breakfast.

"Good morning Hermione!" Mr. Weasley called from the head of the table as he watched her come down the stairs.

"Good morning Mr. Weasley." She replied, reaching the bottom of the stairs. The only other people at the table were Ron and Ginny, so she took a seat next to Ron and smiled at him.

"'Morning 'Mione." He smiled back.

"Good morning, good morning Ginny." Ginny grinned at her from across the table, her mouth too full of food to say much. She'd taken after Ron in that respect; she loved to eat. Mrs. Weasley set a plate of eggs and bacon down in front of her and told her to eat. As she lifted the first forkful of egg into her mouth, she heard voices upstairs.

"George, let it rest."

"No! I want to know where you were last night at god-knows-how-late!"

"Nowhere."

"You had to be somewhere Freddy! And I demand to know where!" George said loudly as the twins came bounding down the stairs. They made their way over to the table just as Fred said—

"I said 'let it rest', NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" He took a piece of toast and shoved it into George's mouth, just as he was about to say something. Then he stormed out through the kitchen door into the garden. George spit out the toast and rolled his eyes.

"Drama, drama, drama…" He muttered, putting jelly on the toast and sitting down next to Hermione.

"Are you ready Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley said, picking up her bag. Hermione nodded and put down her fork, hadn't eaten a thing, and followed Mrs. Weasley and 15 year old Ginny to the fireplace. With a round of 'goodbyes' they flooed into Hogsmeade for the day.