I know I've been missing for the past 2 years but all I can say is sorry... I am very grateful for the people who reviewed over these years and for the people who continuously poked me to get off my lazy bum.

Glory

There's something about waking up in someone else's bed, not knowing where you are and what time of the day it is, that makes the morning after your wedding not very pleasant. This is what Hermione found out when she opened her eyes that surprisingly bright Saturday morning. She felt tired,sore, nauseated but mainly... confused.

Why was she in her bra and knickers in what she hoped was Fred's bed?

Sitting up from the bed she immediately looked around for something to wear. Upon seeing her beautiful wedding dress pooled at the foot of the bed she nearly let out a shrill scream but at the last moment contained herself and rushed to pick the poor thing up.

When she finally found a clean shirt and boxers to wear, she decided on going out of the room after many deep breaths and self coaching in front of the vanity mirror.

In the living room, Fred Weasley was sprawled out on the coach, snoring light, unaware of the fact that when he woke up he would be subject to a very sore neck. He was dreaming of his mother who was insisting that the little onions running around were his kids and that unless he taught them defense against the dark arts they would be eaten by the earth.

"Eh... Fred..."

"No, kids... It's diffendio..."

"Fred."

"Mom, I'm trying...Hermione's better at this..."

"FRED!"

Fred woke up, jolted out of his dream, slowly thoughts of onions and D.A.D.A. left his brain.

"Mm...What? Hermione?? What time is it?"

"I have no idea...I just... Erm... I."

Hermione trailed off hoping that Fred would understand what she was asking of him, but unfortunately Fred was:

a)a male

b)still half asleep.

A moment of silence passed.

"What is it 'mione?"

"Well... I was wondering if you could... well... you know... tell me what happened last night..."

A smirk found it's way onto Fred's face.

"You were rather plea sent last night actually, you told everyone that you thought that being a Weasley meant, and I quote, 'being soooooooo bloody fit!'. Then you fell while you were walking upstairs to get the dirty magazine that you had found under Ron's bed to show to Sirius.

All the little colour that there was in Hermione's face left completely.

"No...You're joking!!! No... No! No!!!!!! I can never see anyone from the Burrow ever again.. Never. Ever. Ever. Again!"

Hermione sank to her knees beside the couch, with her hands covering her face. Fred tried to fix the situation.

"Come on it's not so bad... I mean you were drunk and all. They'll forgive you." He said as he hugged her close.

"You think?? I am never drinking again. Not even one drop."

"Ah love, don't say that. You'll miss out on life's best experiences!"

"Yeah... But I just feel awful.."

"Don't worry, all will be forgotten. Now why don't we clean up and have breakfast?" Fred said as he planted a kiss on her head.

"Great but Fred, is there a reason as to why I am kneeling in vomit?"

"Bullocks I knew I missed some of it."