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Visitors and Mirrored Ceilings

"Ahh!"

Every head in Gryffindor Tower snapped up to see who had screamed. All eyes immediately zeroed in on Lavender and Parvati, both looking sheepish and blushing next to an obviously furious Hermione.

"Uh-oh." Ron whispered and promptly covered his ears. He had been on the receiving end of Hermione's wrath too many times to not know what was coming next.

Right on cue Hermione started yelling.

"What is wrong with you two? Are your own lives really so boring that all you think about is mine? I am so sick and tired of this. Do you honestly think I'm going to tell you private details about my marriage? Are you planning to tell me everything if you ever find people mad enough to marry you?"

Lavender looked enraged but at Hermione's last question Parvati snuck a glance over at Harry who started when he noticed. And he wasn't the only one.

"Are you serious?" Hermione screeched. "There is no way that is ever going to happen. Harry is much too smart for that. Now get over yourselves and leave me alone!"

With that Hermione grabbed the books she had studying before Lavender and Parvati started pestering her and stormed upstairs.

Dean let out a low whistle. "I guess Lavender and Parvati are going to sleeping in the common room tonight."

"I'm amazed she waited this long to tell them off. Personally, I would have done it first year." Seamus added.

"I think somebody should go check on her." Harry said.

"Why?" Ron asked "Knowing Hermione she's writing all about it to her husband."

All of the guys looked slightly uncomfortable at the obvious anger in Ron's voice. But none said anything. They knew Ron would get over this, or at least get used to it, in his own time. Silently, the Gryffindors' all went back to their work.

But Ron was right. As soon as Hermione put locking and silencing charms on her door to keep Lavender and Parvati out, she sat down to right to Fred. She wrote two pages in less than ten minutes. It wasn't surprising that she opened up to Fred so easily. Sharing such a big secret made her trust him. She felt safe telling him things. Things she didn't tell anyone else. Without realizing it, Fred had become her primary confidant.

She had been trying to do her Potions homework after being run out of the library. A large group of Hufflepuff third years were gigglingly asking her about being married and she had snapped at them. Madame Pince promptly banned her for a week. Hermione was cross enough after that because the library was where she went to get away from the nagging. Now she had no place to hide. So when Lavender and Parvati started in about Fred and Hermione kissing good-bye during his last visit, and asking what they had done while they were alone in the dorm room, she just cracked.

Hermione looked over her letter. She had to admit that she felt better after venting. She knew Fred would understand. He had been getting the same type of teasing from his brothers and his friends. But he was handling it far better than she was. Something she would rather eat worms than admit.

She set the parchment on her nightstand to send the next morning. But little did she know that when the next day dawned, Lavender and Parvati would be the least of her worries.

"Where's Hermione?"

Harry, Ron, and Ginny all looked up in shock at Fred standing in front of the Gryffindor table at breakfast the next morning.

Ginny frowned. "You know you can't make it a habit to just pop in here whenever you want Fred. You're going to get in trouble."

Fred just looked at her before answering "Like that ever stopped me. Now where's Hermione?"

"She's your wife. Shouldn't you know where to find her?" Ron asked his voice full of venom.

A look of anger flashed across Fred's face but his voice was calm when he spoke. "You can be a prat all you want Ron, but it's not going to change things. Get over it. But something big has happened and I need to talk to Hermione."

"She hasn't come down yet." Harry interjected.

"What happened?" Ginny asked.

"Well, Mum and Dad wrote to that Claire girl's parents about me and Hermione and…" But Fred never got to finish because a very loud, very angry voice yelling French suddenly wafted in from the hallway.

"Who is that?" Seamus yelled from down the table.

"Claire." Fred answered.

"Claire?! What is she doing here?" Ginny demanded.

"She flooed to the Burrow this morning to yell at me for 'dishonoring her' whatever that means. Then she started ranting about 'exacting unspeakable rage' on Hermione and I came to warn her."

"I think Hermione can take care of herself." Harry stated dryly.

Just then an infuriated looking girl in deep blue robes stormed into the Great Hall. She looked around and spotted Fred. Her eyes narrowed and she stomped over towards him. "You! 'Ow dare you. I ave been disgraced, 'umiliated, rejected. Zis as never 'appened to me before! She screamed in heavily accented English.

"For such a sweet girl that's hard to believe." Fred deadpanned.

Ron and Ginny shook their heads at their brother's stupidity.

Claire turned her attention to the students at the table. She scanned up and down, her eyes still narrowed. "Vich one is she?" She demanded of Fred.

"Who?" he responded.

Claire frowned. "You know who. Herm-own-nionny or vatever her name is."

"Hermione." He corrected.

"Yes?" A voice piped up.

He whirled around to see Hermione behind him.

"You." Claire seethed.

"Me." Hermione replied, obviously confused.

"Do you 'ave any idea vat you 'ave done?" Claire asked.

"No." Hermione replied with complete seriousness.

Fred snorted.

"You sink zis is funny?" Claire inquired incredulously.

"Who are you?" Hermione interrupted.

"I am Claire Chauvin." She told her.

"Oh." Hermione whispered as her eyes grew wide. She instinctively took a step back.

Claire slowly reached her hand inside her robes, probably for her wand. Fred grabbed her hand. "I wouldn't." he said slowly.

"And why iz zat?" Claire wondered.

"Because Hermione probably knows more curses and hexes than anyone alive, so you don't want to mess with her. Besides, if you hurt her, I'll kill you." He answered with a very dark look on his face.

Claire faltered. She looked at Hermione, her face full of rage. She jerked her hand out of Fred's grasp. "Fine," she spat. "But you 'ave not heard ze last of zis." She sniffed at Hermione and stormed out of the hall.

"Can't you ever visit like a normal person?" Hermione asked Fred, still reeling from his threat to Claire. He had actually sounded serious.

Fred looked at her and burst out laughing. Harry looked at Ron and Ginny who both shrugged. They had given up trying to figure out their brother years ago. He turned to look at Hermione who was now also laughing. Fred pulled her into a hug as he continued to chuckle. "I knew there was a reason I married you." He said and kissed her on top of the head.

"What do you mean no mirror?" Fred asked.

Fred had decided to stay at Hogwarts for the day in case Claire came back. He and Hermione had ended up in the common room where they started discussing decorating plans for their flat when several other Gryffindors wandered over. Dean and Seamus jokingly asked him if he was planning to put a mirror over the bed, but before he could say anything Hermione vetoed the idea.

Hermione started to blush. "Just that. No mirror over the bed. It's tacky."

"But fun." He challenged.

"And how would you know?" Hermione challenged with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.

Fred seemed to realize his mistake. He smiled and placed his arms around Hermione, "Don't worry darling, you have no reason to be jealous."

Hermione swatted his arms away. "Don't try to butter me up Fred Weasley. I will find out eventually. But no mirror."

"Whatever you say dear."

Hermione shrieked the next day at breakfast as she read her daily letter from Fred. Ron refused to try and accept the situation, so she in turn refused to try and coddle him further. Now she read her letters right at the table if Ron was there or not.

Harry looked up from his toast. "What's wrong?"

Hermione looked ready to faint. "Mrs. Weasley wants us all to spend Easter at the Burrow. Even you Harry. And she invited my parents."

"Sounds like fun." Ginny said sarcastically taking the letter from Hermione.

"What else is it?" Harry asked her softly. She still looked like she was about to fall over.

"My parents." She answered.

"What about them?" Ron inquired his mouth full of food.

For once she didn't scold him for not swallowing first. She closed her eyes before answering "I forgot to tell them."

"How could you forget to tell your parents that you got married?" Harry wondered thunderstruck.

Hermione frowned. "I've been a little preoccupied." She buried her face in her hands. "This is not going to be pretty."

"You have bigger problems than that." Ginny added.

"Like what?" Hermione asked, but didn't really want to know.

Ginny pointed to the P.S. at the bottom of Fred's letter. "He put a mirror over the bed."

A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter. For some reason it was slightly harder for me to finish than the others. It may take me a week or so to update again. I've sort of been neglecting my other story "Operation Oliver" a little, so I want to focus on it for a while. But I promise that it will be worth the wait. Next chapter: Easter at the Burrow and Fred meets the in-laws. Ta- ta until then.