A/N: I'm done! And keeping my promise of two updates. Thanks to everyone for all the good luck wishes. They must have helped, I got an 87.

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Settling In

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Hermione woke up the next morning more comfortable than she had been in weeks. At first she couldn't figure out why she was so comfortable, but then Fred shifted in his sleep next to her and she remembered. She smiled.

Then it occurred to her that she had woken up in 'that' same position she had been sleeping in before. It had been awkward before, but now that she had been gone for a month and a half, it was even more weird that she had reverted back to it. It was almost like it was subconsciously drifting towards him. Luckily, Fred was a deep sleeper and she was usually able to disentangle herself before he woke.

This morning needed to be one of those times. This arrangement was only temporary. Letting herself get used to that kind of closeness would only make things awkward once it was all over. She was determined to stay friends with Fred once they ended their marriage. She realized that it had taken this fake marriage to make them friends.

Hermione rolled over and tried to scooch away from Fred as easily as possible. She had just managed to get completely off of him when he rolled over and his arm dropped over her waist. Hermione froze. How was she going to get away from him now?

After four vain attempts to lift his arm and roll away quickly only to have Fred drop it back before she could, she decided to try something more drastic. She knew Fred liked to have plenty of space when he slept, he'd told her. Using that information, she leaned back against him. He grumbled in his sleep. She pressed herself even closer and, as she predicted, he promptly rolled over onto his other side. She sighed in relief and attempted to sit up.

Attempted because no sooner had she sat up Fred returned to his previous position and clamped his arm over her legs. 'Now what?' she thought in dismay.

The only solution she could come up with was to just jerk her legs out from underneath his arm.

It just so happened she jerked so hard she overcorrected and toppled backwards off the bed with a very loud shriek.

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Fred was having a very pleasant dream when he was jolted awake by a scream and then a very noisy thump. He sat up and noticed that Hermione wasn't in the bed. Figuring the scream had come from her he jumped out of bed to see what happened. He had his hand on the doorknob when a very irritated 'ow' stopped him.

He turned around to see Hermione sprawled out on the floor clutching her arm and entangled in a blanket from the bed. He sighed in relief that she wasn't being attacked by some deranged intruder, just the blanket. He started laughing at the sight of the most controlled, dignified person he knew in such a ridiculous state.

"You're laughing? I almost killed myself and you're laughing?" Hermione cried.

"I'm sorry, honestly I am. But it's pretty funny from my side." he defended.

Hermione scowled at him. "I was trying to get up without waking you."

"Good job." he replied dryly.

"Well you weren't being very helpful in the matter."

"Meaning…?"

"You had a death grip on me. I had to jerk away from your arm and that's when I fell." she explained.

Fred stopped laughing when her heard that. He'd had his arm around her? That wasn't like him. Usually he liked to have a lot of space when he slept, but apparently he had been in the mood for a cuddle and just hadn't realized it.

"Sorry." he mumbled.

"I'll forgive you if you help me up." Hermione said lifting her arm to him.

He grabbed her hand and hoisted her up. Once on her feet she started rubbing her elbow and wincing.

"Did you hurt yourself?" Fred asked as he gently removed her own hand and started examining her elbow for himself.

"I'm okay. I must have landed on it."

Fred was still looking at her arm when she said that, at the sound of her voice he looked up into her eyes and he froze. So did she.

"What is going on?' he thought as his eyes remained locked onto hers.

Hermione was thinking along the same lines as Fred continued simultaneously rubbing her elbow and staring at her. She was having trouble thinking. After a couple seconds and shook herself out of her fog.

"Um…Fred. It feels better now." she whispered.

Fred too seemed to come to his senses. You stay here, I'll get you some ice…or a potion. Just…stay there." he said and sprinted from the room.

Hermione sighed and sat down. This was going to be a very long year.

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"Fred, you have got to do something." George told his brother exasperatedly the next a few days later.

"What do you expect me to do?" he countered.

"I don't know! She 's your wife, surely you can think of something."

"Such as…?"

"Take her upstairs and ravish her…whatever it takes." George said casually.

Fred's mouth dropped open. "If Hermione had heard you say that, you would be talking like a girl for the rest of your life."

"Then think of something else. I can't take this anymore." George looked sullenly over to where Hermione was chatting with Dean and Seamus who had come by the shop to say hello. During her first three days in the flat Hermione had proceeded to rearrange everything in the entire place. Out of space, she had had moved on to the joke shop. The back room finished, she was starting on the shelves. And George was furious. She had started before he arrived and it had taken him three hours of vainly searching for the powdered toadstool before he finally demanded to know what had happened.

"You want me to try telling Hermione not to do something that she's set her mind on it? You must want me dead pretty badly." Fred said.

"Fine if you won't tell her, I will." George declared.

"Go right ahead. I'll be sure to let Mum no you didn't suffer….much." Fred replied.

Ignoring his brother's comment George walked over to Hermione waving at Dean and Seamus as they walked out of the shop.

"Um…Hermione?" he said, tapping her lightly on the shoulder.

"Yes?" she asked, turning around.

George suddenly lost all his nerve. When he didn't ay anything Hermione began to look at him strangely. A bell jingling over the door drew his attention. He turned around to see Bill walking through the door.

"Bill!" George cried a little too enthusiastically as he rushed over towards his oldest brother. He lowered his voice. "Help. She's rearranging everything and Fred refuses to help."

Bill chuckled. "He values his life. What do you want me to do?"

"Find some way to distract her." George pleaded desperately.

"Can do little brother. I came to talk to her anyway." Bill said as he stepped around George toward his sister-in-law. A quick whispered conversation and a brief word to Fred had them heading up to the flat and George wondered what the three of them were up to.

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"You're sure we don't need Fred?" Bill asked Hermione as he drank from the butterbeer she offered him.

"No, we're better off with him keeping George occupied." she explained as she sat down across from him. "Have you made any progress with Fleur?"

"I think so. The last time I saw her I told her I was working on a way to get out of this whole mess 'honorably' and she didn't scream or throw anything at me."

Hermione laughed at his use of finger quotes around the word honorably. "That's an improvement?"

"In dealing with Fleur? You better believe it." he answered.

After another sip of his butterbeer he looked back at her and asked "You two have any new ideas?"

"Actually yeah. It may not be exactly what Fleur would have in mind, but it won't make you look bad." Hermione said.

"Sounds good. What were you thinking?"

"Fred mentioned that Cherie had a slight crush on a friend of yours at Hogwarts named Michael…"

"McDougall. Yeah I remember. What about him?" Bill asked.

Hermione smiled at him. "Is he still single?"

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"So he liked the plan?" Fred asked Hermione as they were making dinner that night. Well, actually reheating one of the ten meals Molly had brought them after graduation. At least one person was fine with the idea of their marriage.

"Yeah, he said it was genius."

Fred was about to ask about how they planned to get everyone together to set everything in action, but there suddenly came a loud knock on the door. Fred quirked an eyebrow at her and went to open it. Ron was standing there looking like he was on his way to the dentist and holding a covered bowl of something that smelled delicious.

"Hey Ron, what's up?" Fred asked a little stiffly.

"Mum asked me to bring this over." he thrusted the bowl toward Fred. "See you."

"Ron do you want to stay for dinner?" Hermione asked hopefully as she appeared at Fred's side.

One look at the pleading look on Hermione's face convinced him. Hermione had had him wrapped around her finger since they were eleven. He could never deny her anything when she looked at him with those big brown eyes full of pleading. "Alright."

Ron reluctantly sat down at the table and engaged in some very stunted small talk. The only thing he contributed to he conversation was more questions about their relationship. Hermione suddenly realized that Molly had always let them know when she was sending food over in case they were out. It didn't make sense for her to just have Ron pop over so unexpectedly.

"Ron, would you excuse us for a minute?" Hermione piped up and effectively cutting off their debate about the current Quidditch season.

"Sure." he agreed.

Fred got up and followed Hermione to the bedroom. She shut the door and turned to him with a blazing look in her eyes.

"He's lying!" she seethed.

"Who? Ron?" Fred asked bewildered.

"Fred, when has your mother ever sent something to us without notice. And he's asking all of those questions again."

Fred pondered that for a moment before deciding that Hermione was right. Anger overtook him. "What do you suggest we do?"

"I think we should give him the show he's looking for."

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A/N: Well there's the first of the promised updates. I'll try to have the next one up by Saturday or Sunday.