Longer chapter today my loves! Just thought that you guys deserved it considering that it's been a bit since I've updated. Of course, that depends on how long 'a bit' is. A friend of mine hasn't updated in two months and she says she just sits there reading the reviews giggling evilly. Well, as long as you guys are still happy with my writing, that's all that matters!

So! You all might hate me at the end of this chapter, but it's pretty good. I just have to find a dark room and the right emotional music to write my smexies in.

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Okay J.K. Rowling, do you know I'd go total lesbian for you? Cause I would. Oh, and I'm still using your characters. Sorry, I'll give them back later.

HAVE FUN!

Fred was happy. No. Fred wasn't happy.

Fred was ecstatic.

He had been walking on clouds since Hermione had said yes to him. He had been so happy that he had failed to see the circles under Hermione's eyes, the strained smile she gave him. The color of her face slowly getting paler and paler.

"Um, Fred?"

Fred turned around from a shelf he was restocking with Bertie Bots Every Flavor Beans. "Yes, my dearest brother! What can I do…for…George?"

George's face was terrifying. He never looked this angry. His eyes were covered by his hair, glowering beneath the red bangs that added a demonic look to the twin's face.

"Have you noticed anything, oh I don't know, different, about your girlfriend?" There was something wrong. Fred hated it when George tested him like this.

"I…um…no? What's going on?"

George gave an exasperated sigh. He grabbed his twin by the shoulders, pushed his ignorant ginger brother toward the door in the back leading to the break room.

"George! What is-,"

"Shhh! Just listen."

The sound of something slamming down on the rickety table in the back broke Fred's struggle against his brother. "Dammit Hermione! Tell me what the hell is going on or I swear-,"

"Ron," her voice sounded strained. "It's…it's nothing."

"You won't kiss me. You won't touch me. Bloody hell Hermione, you won't even shake my hand! I don't understand what's going on!" There was a scuffle. "Why don't you love me?"

"Ron! Let me go! You're hurting me!"

Fred had heard enough. He stormed into the room. "What the bloody hell is going on?"

Ron had Hermione's arms pinned to her side, fingers digging into her hard enough to bruise. Tears were forming in her eyes, her eyes begging for release. She looked at Fred.

"Fred…"

It was barely audible coming off her lips, but it was enough. She didn't even see him move, just watch Ron's face contort, a fist flying in front of her sight. There was a sickening thud of flesh hitting flesh, and she slipped out of Ron's fingers into Fred's waiting arms.

"Are you okay?" Fred kissed the crown of her head, her sobs muffled in his jacket.

"I knew it."

Ron's nose was bleeding. His cheek began to swell where Fred's ring had made contact. "I fucking new it. You took her from me."

Fred, kissing Hermione's forehead one last time before turning her towards George, facing head on the bull of a brother he had. "I didn't take anyone from you. I asked. She said yes. And last time I checked, you don't OWN anyone. Get over yourself, you selfish bloody git."

"I LOVE HER YOU BASTARD!"
"WELL SO DO I YOU TWAT!"

The two brothers glared each other down, nostril's flared in the classic Weasley way. Fred looked away first, turning to Hermione and George. "I think you have the right to make the decision. Whatever you do, it's your choice. I'll accept whatever you decide. As for Ron, that's up to him."

The pain on her face was excruciating. She looked from Fred to Ron. Ron, the boy she had known since her first year. The boy with whom she'd kissed in the Chamber of Secrets. She couldn't say that it hadn't happened. But how could she know if it was just pure excitement and joy of destroying a horcrux that had made her reach out to him in that way?

Then there was Fred. Her Fred. That shouldn't have been enough for her. But for some reason, even though Fred had not been that close to her before, she remembered the secret glances she used to share with him. The way he would make faces at her, the way she would giggle at his antics secretly.

She remembered the heartbreak she felt when she saw him laying lifeless on the floor. The tears that fell from her eyes for her fallen…what? What was he to her?

"…Fred."

There was no movement in the room. Ron twitched, wiped the blood from his nose. He barreled out the door like a quarterback. Past George, past Hermione, and out the doors, leaving Hermione's outstretched hand to linger in the air before falling limp at her side. Fred reached out to her, held her close again. He looked at George over her head, and George nodded, shutting the door behind them and leaving them alone to talk.

"Hermione…" he whispered. "How long has this been going on?"

She sniffed. "I d-don't know. A week maybe? He's been catching us and asking what was going on between us, and I-I said he shouldn't worry about it, but he just kept threatening me…"

"Wait, why did you try to hide it from him?"

"I don't know." She pulled away, wrapped her arms around herself. "I…I kissed him once."

"You WHAT?"

"It was in the Chamber of Secrets! After I destroyed the horcrux, it just…well…sort of happened."

Fred sighed. "Well, I wish I had known that." He went to the threadbare sofa in the corner, throwing himself on it in exasperation. "All this…this rubbish, would have made much more sense."

She sat next to him, holding his face in her hands. "I should have told you, and I'm sorry. That's why I felt so guilty. But know that I love you too. And that kiss…I can't say it didn't mean anything for me, but it doesn't feel the same as the way I kiss you. With him, it was all excitement and drama. With you…it's like…" She paused. "It's like flowers in the spring. It's fresh, soft…wonderful."

She crawled into his lap like a child, their arms around each other. "I don't want anyone else Fred."

She kissed him then, a chaste kiss, pulling away before he could claim more. "Say it again," she whispered against his lips.

"I love you 'Mione."

He kissed her forcefully, his fingers weaving their way into their hair. Her mouth opened to him, their bodies meshing. Hermione wasn't sure when she was laying down, Fred on top of her. He kept his weight on his elbows, his hips cradled in hers. She didn't realize till his hand began moving downwards, brushing the valley between her breasts.

"Hermione," he breathed. "You need to tell me to stop now…or something."

She didn't stop him. Instead, she arched her back, pressing herself closer to his waiting hand. "Please."

Fred's dreams had become a reality. This beautiful woman underneath him, pressed against him, giving him everything. And then, suddenly, he realized what he had to do.

He wrapped his arms around her torso, lifted her up so they were facing each other. "Hermione," he kissed her forehead again, loving the blush that came to her already rosy cheeks. "I love you. That's why I stopped." She opened her mouth to reply, but she gasped when he pulled her onto his lap again. "If I love someone, and I haven't loved many, I want to treat them right. I'm not taking you on a couch. I'm taking you in a bed, and I'm treating you like a queen, just the way you should be treated."

She blinked in surprise, her face softening to his goofy smile. "However…corny…that may be, I will accept the terms." She gave him one last lingering kiss, stood, straightening herself out before she walked out the door.

"Hermione." She paused at the door.

"Yes Fred?"

"Do you really love me?"

The soft smile that blossomed on her face made his brain turn to mush. "Of course I do."

I know! I know. So close, and yet so far! I see myself as people see me, I JUST KNOW THERE'S SOMETHING BIGGER...INFRED'SPANTSOKAYBYE!