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Don't let the muggles get you down,

Jewels

Hermione sank into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Fred's neck. Fred's fingers found their way to her hair and, with one hand still resting on her waist, he ran his fingers through her messy brown curls. The kiss lingered for a bit, then Hermione finally removed her lips gently, staring lovingly into Fred's blue eyes.

"Wow," she breathed, as Fred lifted her back onto her stool. He sat on the stool next to her, taking her hand in his own.

"So, how long have you fancied me?" he asked quietly.

"Years. Since the Yule Ball, actually." Fred raised an eyebrow at the answer. Interesting. Hermione continued, "I admired how gutsy you were. Trying to get into the Tournament like that. I also started to think you were, well, hot."

Fred grinned, then flexed his muscles jokingly. "No girl can resist the good looks of Fred Weasley. I am the better looking twin, y'know."

Hermione laughed, causing Fred to smile softly. She was beautiful when she laughed. "I must admit, I desperately wanted to go to the Ball with you. Viktor Krum asked me three times and I kept prolonging my answer, in case you asked me. But then you asked Angelina . . ." Hermione trailed off. "Anyways, that's when I began to realize just how much I fancied you. I, er, might've spent a while crying when I wasn't asked to the Ball by you. I began to think that perhaps I was being stupid. I mean, why would you fancy me? The ugly know-it-all, who was all against rule-breaking and your pranks."

"And yet, you probably broke more rules than me and George put together!" Fred laughed. Then he said, "I really started to fancy you in your third year and my fifth. I think that's when I began to notice you more. But I had it really bad in my sixth year, the year of the Triwizard Tournament. I mean, I started to obsess. George told me to just go for it, but I couldn't. Then I heard you had a date for the Ball, so I asked Angelina. Much like you, I cried a bit when we couldn't go to the Ball together. But I mean, why would you fancy me? One of the prankster twins, who was all for breaking a few measly rules and didn't even get a single O."

Hermione leaned towards Fred. "Fred, it doesn't matter what OWLs you got, or how many. I like you. For what's on the inside, not what a few teachers say. I think you're brilliant and handsome and bloody hilarious! You are perfect, don't ever plan on changing."

Fred smiled softly. "The same goes for you. You're beautiful, no matter what anyone else thinks. I love how loyal you are to your friends. And you're the Brightest Witch of Your Age, for Merlin's sake! You never cease to amaze me." He looked into her chocolate brown eyes, asking for permission. Hermione nodded, and let Fred's lips connect with hers for the second time.

Hermione frowned. "No."

"Aw, come on! Why not, Hermy?"

"It's a stupid nickname, Fred."

"Fine, how about Bookworm?"

"No."

"Princess?"

"No."

"Mia?"

Hermione paused. That was a new one. A smile found it's way onto her lips. Fred's face broke into a grin. "You like it?" Hermione nodded, laughing as Fred gave her a quick kiss on the nose. "Alrighty then, Mia, that is your newest nickname, courtesy of your newest boyfriend!"

"First boyfriend," Hermione corrected, sheepishly.

Fred grinned. "Even better." He lifted her up, rubbing their noses together. They had been together for about a week, and so far only George and Luna knew. Tonight would be the first dinner where Hermione was at the Burrow as Fred Weasley's girlfriend. Not that she minded.

"So," began Fred, setting Hermione down on his lap, "George and Luna?"

"Oh Merlin," Hermione moaned, "why aren't they together yet? It's so obvious they like each other, more obvious than it was with us."

"Well, Georgie might need a little push. He's been lacking his Gryffindor courage recently," Fred sighed, playing with Hermione's hair absentmindedly. She leaned further into his chest.

Today, she wore a pale purple sundress, taking advantage of the recent warmth in the weather. Her high heeled sandals lay abandoned on the floor, along with Fred's sneakers. She had managed to tame her bushy hair for the time being, which Fred liked. He loved playing with her hair. It might seem girly, but he liked to brush and style her hair. Likewise, Hermione liked to play with his ties and bowties. She would select and tie it for him. She did like his hair too, but not near as much as he liked hers.

The door of Fred's room opened and Luna poked her head in. "It's time to go, you two. George is getting the Floo Powder ready now." The couple put on their shoes and went with Luna to the twins' fireplace, getting ready to floo into the Burrow.

"Ready, Luna?" George asked, taking the blonde girl's hand. Trying her best not to blush, Luna nodded. The two stepped into the fire, dropping Floo Powder in as they went. "The Burrow!"

Luna stumbled out of the fireplace and into George's back. He helped her steady herself; she never did like to floo around, she much preferred side-along apparation.

"Hello, Luna dear," Mrs. Weasley said, squishing Luna in a hug. As Luna looked over the plump woman's shoulder, she noticed Percy with a green-eyed brunette whom Luna had never met. "Oh, this is Penelope Clearwater, Percy's girlfriend," Mrs. Weasley explained, as Fred and Hermione appeared, still holding hands.

"Pleased to meet you, Luna," Penelope said kindly, shaking Luna's hand. Percy looked at Penelope in adoration. Penelope turned to Hermione. "Oh, I don't believe I've met you either."

"This is my girlfriend, Hermione Granger," Fred announced, before anyone could say anything. Penelope shook Hermione's hand as Mrs. Weasley squealed, hugging her son tightly, congratulating him and Hermione. "Blimey, Mum, we're not engaged or anything!" Fred protested, but shot a wink at Percy. Percy smiled weakly back.

After the family had gotten seated and started eating, the red haired baby was the center of attention. Harry had brought his godson, Teddy Lupin, to dinner. The Metamorphmagus baby's hair was red today, to match the Weasleys', a family he adored very much. Bill and Fleur, who were wanted a child eventually themselves, were taking care of him for the night. Penelope had fallen in love with the baby in the little time she had been there and was cooing over him with delight.

Halfway through the meal, Percy cleared his throat, slowly getting down on one knee. Penelope gasped as he nervously pulled a tiny box from his pocket. "Penny, I've been madly in love with you for years now. I truly can't imagine myself with any other woman. You are the most beautiful, intelligent woman I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. Penelope Clearwater, would you be willing to become Penelope Weasley? Would you marry me?"

Penelope whispered, "Yes," and flung her arms around Percy. Everyone began to clap, happy for the newest Weasley family addition. Fred glanced at Hermione, wondering if she'd ever become a Weasley as well.