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Easter with the In-Laws: Part 1

"Hermione?"

"Huh?" Hermione looked over at Ginny. Had she just said something?

"I've been trying to get your attention for the last ten minutes. Are you all right?" Ginny asked with concern, and annoyance, in her voice.

Hermione sighed. "Yeah. I'm just nervous." She let her head drop backwards onto the seat. They were on the Hogwarts Express headed home for Easter break at the Burrow. And Hermione had the distinct feeling that she was going to be sick.

Ginny patted her hand. "It'll be okay. I owled George and he said Mum's calmed down a lot."

"It's not your parents I'm worried about." Hermione muttered.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, my parents have always been a little overprotective of me. I'm just afraid of what their reaction might be." She confessed.

"Does Fred know this?" Harry piped up from his seat on the other side of the compartment.

"No."

"Well this should be fun." Ron muttered from beside Harry.

Hermione frowned. This was the first time Ron had spoken since breakfast. It was making for a very unpleasant ride, and she had a suspicion that the rest of the week wouldn't be much better.

/"There you are!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed as she swooped down on her children, and then Harry. Hermione just stood back and watched. For some reason she didn't think Mrs. Weasley would be anxious to extend such an affectionate greeting to her.

Just then Mrs. Weasley looked up at her. Her expression changed to one Hermione couldn't read. She inhaled sharply as the older woman walked towards her. Behind her, she could Harry, Ron, and Ginny all steel themselves for the coming blast.

This surprisingly never came.

Mrs. Weasley threw her arms around Hermione and practically knocked the breath out of her with the force with which she hugged her. Hermione could do nothing but stand there in shock as Mrs. Weasley began to cry. "Oh Hermione, I'm so sorry for how I acted! You and Fred just did what you felt you had to. I was angrier that I wasn't there to see it. I always considered you family. Please forgive me."

Hermione managed a nod. It was all she could do when her oxygen was being cut off.

"Care to let me in on the good news." A voice added from behind them.

Mrs. Weasley and Hermione both stared in shock at Fred, who just appeared at their side.

"What are you doing here?" Ron accused.

Fred ignored him. "I was hoping I wouldn't miss you. I had to wait for George to come back before I could leave the shop. For you." He produced a large bouquet of white lilies from behind his back and handed them to Hermione.

She never got to say thank you, for no sooner had she taken hold of them than Mrs. Weasley grabbed Fred and engulfed them both, and the flowers, in another bone-crushing hug.

"Well, let's be off." She announced once she released them. There's a lot to do before dinner."

"We'll meet you there in an hour." Fred said as he reached down and picked up Hermione's bags.

His mother whirled to face him. "Meet us?"

"Yeah, I moved out two months ago. I just assumed that my wife would be staying with me while she was here. Silly me." He replied.

Harry, Ron, and Ginny covered their ears.

"Oh, right. Well, see you in an hour." Mrs. Weasley answered and walked off.

Everyone starred wide-eyed at each other before they went after her.

Fred held his arm out to Hermione. "Shall we?"

She hooked her arm through his. "Lead the way."

/"I don't think I'll ever get used to this." Hermione complained as she apparated outside of Wealsey's Wizarding Wheezes. "Couldn't we have just walked?"

"Where's the fun in that?" Fred asked opening the door.

They walked into the bustling shop to see a harassed looking George behind the counter. "It's about time!" he yelled at Fred.

"Sorry." He handed Hermione her bags and leant down towards her ear. "The door in the corner of the stockroom leads upstairs. I'll be up as soon as I calm George down."

"All right." She picked up her bags and walked towards the door marked 'Private…Unless you're a Weasley or Harry' that led to the stockroom. As many times as she had been there in the last year and a half, that sign still cracked her up. Her name used to be on there after Harry's but she was technically a Weasley now, so she was included in the first part of the sign.

Hermione walked up the stairs to the flat that Fred had created for them. She laughed. Every piece of furniture was a different color. None of which were found in nature, and clashed horribly when combined. Large pictures of famous witches and wizards lined the walls between Quidditch pictures. She shook her head. Why had she ever agreed to let Fred decorate without her?

Just as she thought that Fred walked in behind her. "What do you think?"

"I think that these colors have to go." She told him.

"Why?" he asked mystified.

"They don't match."

"So?"

"They have to match." She answered.

"Why?"

"They just do." Hermione set her bags on the lime green couch and looked around. Where to start?

"I can see the plans already starting in your mind, but we have to be at the Burrow in half an hour. Just unpack and we can fight more about the décor later." Fred said as he picked up her stuff and headed down the hallway.

Hermione followed. Fred had gone into the room at the end, so she figured that was her room. And she was right.

It was also his room.

Hermione gulped as she took in the humungous bed in the center of the room. It had to be big enough for five people. And sure enough, it was positioned directly under an equally gigantic mirror on the ceiling.

"Uh, Fred?" she said.

"Yes?"

"Are we supposed to share this room?"

He looked at her like she had gone mad. "Hermione we're married. Married people share a room."

"But we're only pretending!" she cried. How could she share a room with a boy?

He seemed to sense her panic. He crossed the room and folded her into his arms. "It's okay," he said soothingly, "I won't try anything. It'll be like I'm not here. This bed is so big; you won't even know I'm there."

"Why did you get one so huge?" she asked.

"I didn't. It was a gift." He told her.

"From who?"

"Oliver, Katie, Lee, and Angelina. They seemed to think it was pretty funny."

"Which part?" she wanted to know.

He grinned. "All of it."

Hermione pulled away from him and began to unpack. "Where should I put my stuff?"

"Right side of the dresser, and half the closet is yours. I'm gonna go help George close up. Meet us in fifteen minutes and we'll leave, okay?"

"Okay." She said and he headed out.

"What have I gotten myself into?" she whispered.

A/N: Well, I hope you all liked that. Coming up in part two: Fred meets the Granger's, Hermione spends her first night at the joke shop, and Ron gets a surprise. Until then! :)