A/N: So I'm moving the story really fast. I know, complain all you want. It's kinda in my nature. I don't know why, but I rush writing as well as school work, but not drawings. Anyway, I'm done... author's noting...? Anyway, I hope you like this chapter.

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Fred and Hermione were the first in the Burrow to wake up. They went down to the kitchen, Asher following close behind, and Fred started making tea. When he was done, he poured a cup for himself and Hermione. After a couple sips, they put their cups down and sat in awkward silence until Fred walked over and kissed Hermione. They only broke apart when they heard the sound of liquid being poured into a cup.

"Morning," said George. "You two are even brighter than the Weasley red!" he added, laughing as Luna poured herself some tea.

"Good morning to you, too," said Fred, glaring at his twin brother. He just now noticed he'd been kissing Hermione horizontally. He didn't remember ever falling to the floor but somehow, they'd ended up on the floor.

"Good morning, Luna," said Hermione, glaring at Fred's nearly identical copy. She got off of Fred, standing up and pulling down her shirt; she hadn't felt his hand go up her back slightly. "What would you guys like to eat?"

"Oh, Hermione, I'll make eggs and toast," said George.

"Nah, I'm the slave," said Hermione. "Last I checked it's my job to make breakfast. So eggs and toast it is?" Everyone nodded, and Hermione went to work cooking breakfast.

"Hey, Luna, can I ask you something?" Fred asked, gesturing for her to sit by him.

"Ask away," said Luna.

"What do you see in George that makes you fancy him?" George turned red at this question.

"Same qualities as Hermione for you, I guess, I mean, she does fancy you," said Luna. "You have almost identical personalities. George is a little nicer when it comes to pranks. He's also a little quieter than you, I found that out last night."

Right at that moment, George put his hand on Luna's shoulder.

"Whatchya talkin' about?" he asked, smiling.

"Come on, you turned bright red when I asked Luna why she fancies you," said Fred, looking at the ear-less version of himself and smiling.

"What are you on about?" said George, turning a brighter red.

"You just turned a brighter shade, mate," Fred pointed out. "Is there something you're hiding?"

"N-No," said George, trying to sound innocent, but failed badly.

"Okay, that failed innocence and mischievous smile last night says otherwise, Gred," said Fred, looking at Luna, who was also blushing, and Hermione, who was reading a book with Asher on her shoulder. "Look, I know this is none of my business, but I'm really starting to get suspicious. What'd you do?"

"It's not really what we did do, it's what we're going to do." George had a very wide mischievous grin on his face. "Luna wanted to do it, too. Don't worry, we won't be here," added George as Fred gave him a look that asked if Luna was okay with what they were doing, then an almost scared look.

"Thank goodness!" said Fred. "I don't want to witness something I haven't done yet."

Hermione looked up from her book.

"What's that suppose to mean?" she asked, looking from Fred to George, then at Luna.

"You don't want to know, Granger," said Fred, winking.

"You know, really, I don't," replied Hermione. "All I know is I probably wouldn't ever want to know, because I know you two so well."

"You're right," said Fred. "Would you like a chocolate chip cookie?"

"Sure," she said, taking a cookie from Fred. She broke it in half, revealing the diamond ring in the middle. Almost immediately after seeing it, Hermione gasped.

"Well, that's one way to propose," said George.

"Hermione Jean Granger," said Fred, glaring at George, taking the half of the cookie with the ring, and getting on his knee, "will you marry me?"

"Yes," said Hermione, smiling with tears of happiness streaming down her face. Fred slid the ring on Hermione's finger, then kissed her.

"That was cute," said Luna. "Marriage proposal with a chocolate chip cookie, I've never heard of someone doing that."

"He's Fred, anything to get his Mi-Mi," said George.

"What's going on here?" asked Ron, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a blueberry muffin.

"If I tell you, you'll be mad at me," said Fred, who'd broken contact when he heard Ron's voice.

"No, I won't," replied Ron.

"Oh, really?"

"I've known you've been dating since that prank accident George set on you, mate," said Ron, taking a seat on the couch with some orange juice.

"Oh, alright. I've just proposed to Hermione," said Fred. "Please don't be mad at me."

"Why would I be?" said Ron. "I'm happy for both of you, I love her as a sister. It'll be awesome to have her as a sister-in-law."

"So- you're not mad?" said Fred, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

"Of course not," replied Ron. "You'd expect me to be, but I'm not."

"Thanks, Ronniekins," said Fred. "Mum! You're getting another daughter!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, loud enough for the village to hear. Everyone ran downstairs, Percy walking with his nose in a book. Fred went over and took it.

"Hey! I was reading that!" said Percy, glaring at his younger brother.

"In case you didn't hear, Prefect," said Fred, "I have an announcement to make."

"Yeah, and we'd all like to know what you're shouting about," said Charlie. "We'd really like to know."

"Well," started Fred, "I've just proposed to Hermione."

The whole family stood where they were, except George and Ron. They were looking from Fred to Hermione and back again. Then Mrs. Weasley hugged both of them.

"Oh, I'm so proud of you!" she said.

"Here comes the proud Molly Weasley," said George. "Why'd Fred HAVE to announce that he's getting married to Hermione? And directly after I ate, too!"

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A few hours later, Fred and George were in their room, trying to figure out if Mrs. Weasley would go insane if she got too proud of her children.

"We're never mentioning this conversation in front of Mum, got it?" George said, looking at Fred to make sure he was honest with his answer.

"Yep," said Fred. "Wait until we have kids," he added, grinning.

"Don't," said George, taking his hands from the back of his head and covering his face.

"Aw, why?" Fred asked. "She'll be crying tears of joy for days!"

"Exactly," said George.

"You'll be an uncle!" said Fred.

"That just makes me feel old," replied George.

"You're twenty, mate, you've only been an adult for three years, and, besides, when you and Luna have kids, I'll be an uncle, too."

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The next morning, Fred proposing to Hermione was on the third page of the newspaper.

"I hate this," said Fred, putting his head down on the table. "At least it's not breaking a law."

"How'd the newspaper writers find out anyway?" Hermione asked.

"Who knows? I hope Dad didn't talk about it at the Ministry!" said Fred, remembering Mr. Weasley still worked with the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office. "If he did, I'm going to kill him!"

"Hey, calm down," said Hermione, starting to brush a hand through Fred's hair. "Well, as long as they don't come to take pictures we're fine, right?"

"I guess," said Fred.

"Come on, we'll be fine. I bet they won't find us if we go to your flat," said Hermione, looking at Fred with her head tilted and smiling widely.

"But that's where George and Luna went!" he replied, looking up at her with a scared look on his face.

"Good point. Maybe we could go to my house? I don't remember it being locked, but if it is, we could just use magic."

"You're- you're a genius, Hermione!" said Fred, standing up and getting ready to leave.

"Uh, aren't you going to get dressed?" asked Hermione. "You're still wearing nothing but your underwear."

"Oh, right," said Fred. "Be right back." Hermione rolled her eyes. When he got back, he was wearing a Gryffindor t-shirt and a pair of sligtly worn out jeans.

"Is this better?" asked Fred, looking at Hermione, waiting for an answer.

"Yep," she replied. "Let's go."

They Apparated to Hermione's house, and when they got there Fred tried to open the door.

"Locked," he said.

"Well, aren't you a wizard?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, right!" Fred said, almost loud enough to wake the neighbors. "Alohomora!"

"There. Now try." Fred tried opening the door again, and it opened.

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"My twin senses are tingling," George told Ginny and Luna.

"That's not a thing," said Ginny, laughing.

"No, it's not," said George, "but that doesn't mean I can't feel when Fred's in danger or something."

"What do you mean by that?" asked Luna.

"Fred and Hermione are in trouble," said George, jumping up and running to the door.