I sat besides George at the dining room table, watching Molly make sure the roasted ham she made was perfectly aligned in the center.

"Mum, it's fine," Charlie insisted. "I doubt Malfoy will care."

Alicia was unusually quiet. From having to deal with her a lot in the common room, she was usually hanging around the twins, laughing, and creating conversations. She was a really nice girl.

There was a knock at the front door and Molly nearly jumped out of her skin. I frowned into my lap. She was still in war mode.

She flew to the door and I heard her greet our guest.

"Mister Malfoy, welcome. Please, come in, come in. Let me take your coat for you."

"Thank you," I heard him say.

"Just call me Molly, dear." There was a scuffle and then I saw Malfoy for the first time in two weeks. He looked. . . better than he did during the war, but there were dark rings around his eyes. Like he hadn't slept.

I wouldn't be able to either if the Dark Lord resided in my home.

He nodded to us, "Hello."

"You're sitting right next to Ginny, dear," Molly smiled warmly, wringing her hands nervously. "I know its not what you're used to, but I hope you like it."

He nodded, sitting besides Ginny queitly, "It looks wonderful."

Molly sighed in relief, "Thank you. Now everyone, dig in. Don't let it get cold!"

I shook my head. She was exactly the same now. Charlie stood and started to carve the ham, something Arthur would have usually done. Bill and Fleur weren't here, I noticed. George piled his plate full of mashed potatoes before offering me the bowl, "Want some?"

I hesitated, "Sure. Thanks."

I put a spoonful before passing it down to Ginny, who was sitting right next to me.

"He doesn't look very menacing," I encouraged her. "Try and talk to him."

She gave me a doubtful look, "No way."

"Ginny, you'll marry him. Just talk to the boy."

She sighed dramatically before nodding and turned to Draco, "Do you want any mashed potatoes?"

Draco eyed the stuff, "What is it?"

"You've never had mashed potatoes!" Ginny said in disbelief. "That's it. You're going to love them." She threw a dollop onto his plate before flicking her wand and letting he bowl hover across the table. Jeeze, she was going to be a handful. "Take a bite."

"What's in it?" Draco asked, glaring at the potatoes on his plates.

"Only potatoes and butter, dear," Molly answered. Malfoy looked at the food apprehensively before taking a bite.

"It's good!" he exclaimed, surprised.

And dinner started on a good foot.

Malfoy, it appeared, didn't taste too many of what someone would call a 'family dinner'. He tasted for the first time potato salad, french fries, macaroni and cheese, and mashed potatoes. And he liked all of them... or he just said that because he was afraid of saying something wrong in front of nearly twenty Order members.

I was sitting in the corner of George's room, as usual, and ignored the sounds of Molly calling for Ginny. Malfoy had just left ten minutes ago to get back to his manner. A condition of him not returning to Azkaban was that he was under house arrest during a probational period. He was only allowed to leave for an hour if an Order member was with him at all times during that hour.

He didn't get out much.

"There you are," George said as he entered the room.

I looked up from Hogwarts; A History and nodded to him in acknowledgement before turning back to Godric Gryffindor's statement of everyone being accepted.

"Hey, Mum's getting Ginny to set a date. Apparently we have a month."

The book fell to the ground as I snapped my head up to look at him, "What!"

"She wants us all married within a month," he repeated slowly, wincing slightly.

"Your mother's gone mental," I said simply, picking up my book.

"When do you want it?"

I looked up, eying him, "Have you gone mental too?"

He grinned, chuckling, "No. But I do know Mum will not get off our arses until we choose a day. Or she'll choose it for us."

I sighed, "Fine. Three weeks."

"What day?"

"I don't care, George," I sighed, turning the page to Salazar's death in the Slytherin Common Room.

"Friday good?"

"Whatever," I replied.

"Alright, I'll go tell Mum," George said and his door shut behind him. I sighed and leaned back on the wall. I have four weeks to get ready. Four weeks until our marriage would be forced to be consumated.

I wasn't ready. Sure, he'd be with me for eternity no matter what, but I didn't want to give that to him. I knew I would have to. But I was super scared. This was my body we were talking about.

Not a bloody book that I could read through in a few days.

"Mum's got it in the calendar," George announced as he entered his room. I jumped, not hearing him. "What's got you so jumpy?"

"Nothing," I answered absently, shuffling through my books until I found what I was looking for. I pulled out the novel by Huniparisa Porlikovia. Household charms.

"Something's bothering you."

"Don't you have a shop you should be closing?" I snapped.

"Nope. Verity took tonights shift," he grinned. "What's up?"

"Nothing."

"Oh? Why don't I believe you?"

I glared at him, "Leave me alone."

He didn't seem fazed. Even Harry was terrified of that glare, "I'm not going to stop bothering you until you tell me."

"No," I said simply.

He shrugged, "Fine." He grabbed a blanket, some pillows, and plopped down next to me. I scowled and kept reading.

"Whatcha reading?" George asked.

I shut the book angrilly and grabbed an Advanced Herbology one and searched the index before flipping to page fifty nine.

"Anti-venom?"

"We could have saved Professor Snape if I had it," I replied.

"Is that what's wrong?" George exclaimed. "You feel bad because you could save the dungeon bat?"

"He was a hero, and no one knew, George," I insisted.

"There's nothing you can do about it now."

"Doesn't mean I can't search for something."

"There's no point!" George cried.

"There's always a point!" I snarled, angrilly flipping through a potions book while I rested my Herbology book on my lap.

"What's your point then!"

"I could have saved him!" I shouted desperately. "I had every other potion, but not this one!"

"You can't bring him back," George said quietly. "I wish I could bring back people too, but I can't. Neither can you. No one can."

"He was the first person I watched die," I admitted after a moment of tense silence. "Not counting Sirius, of course. I felt so hopeless. I couldn't do anything."

"I know what that feels like."

I set down both books and he rested a pillow next to him while he leaned back against the wall with another behind him. I sighed, scooting closer and leaning against the wall.

"Fred," George said quietly.

I looked at him, confused, but didn't comment. I turned back to staring at the window in between the two beds.

"I want the name Fred," George said while tossing the blanket over the both of our legs to keep us warm. It was quite chilly up here at night.

"For what?" I whispered, my head resting back.

"A son. Fred Gideon. If we have a son, that's its name. And I won't settle for anything less."

I looked at him in surprise, but slowly nodded, "Okay." I swallowed the lump in my throat. We were already discussing children and we had two years and three weeks left.

He nodded, "And a daughter as Lyla."

I started at that, my head snapping to look up at him, "What?"

"You sister. Why not name our daughter Lyla?"

"We'll see," I murmured, my gaze going to my lap where my fingers played with each other. My nails chipped away at my orange fingernail polish. A vain attempt by Ginny to cheer me up yesterday.

"That still leaves three, possibly four more."

"Why not wait until we get to it?" I suggested, feeling green as he talked about children. I loved children, don't get me wrong, but I wasn't going to talk about someone that wasn't even created yet.

George grew silent as he thought about what I said. Which was saying something, I suppose. Ron never listened to what I said.

"I suppose you're right."

An awkward silence followed then. An awkward silence I fidgeted under. I set one leg on top of the other underneath the blanket, relaxing my feet as I could feel how sore they were. That's what I get for helping Molly clean all day. I folded my hands on my lap and rubbed my thumb over the top of my hand nervously.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw George rest his head on the wall, shutting his eyes. After five minutes I had thought he had fallen asleep.

"Will stop staring? I know I'm handsome, but you don't need to stare. You have me for the rest of your life."

I felt my cheeks burn as he opened one eye to peek at me and shook my head. "I wasn't staring. I was trying to see if you were asleep. If so, I was trying to figure out how to move without waking you."

"And I don't believe you. Just like I didn't believe you about the Snape thing."

Damn, so I guess my distraction didn't work. "It's Professor Snape."

"It's either Snape or greasy git. I was trying to be polite."

I sighed in frustration and ran a hand through my hair, "Go to bed."

He chuckled, putting his arm around my shoulders, "Nope."

I sighed, but took his hand and lifted his arm over my head before throwing it across his chest. "Don't try anything funny."

"Can't anyway. The anti-sex charms are still strong."

I groaned, "Look, George, can you just cool it with trying to make a pass on me? I'd like to go through the week not having to think of you as a pig."

"Sorry, but I don't think that's going to happen. You are my fiancee and you are smoking hot."

I felt my cheeks burn, but shook my head, "Enough. I'm going to start to tune you out."

"Oh? And how do you propose that?"

I grabbed a book and began reading. Hogwarts; a History.

He sighed, chuckling to himself, before standing up and grabbing the pillow that was behind him and heading to his bed. He fell onto the mattress with a plump and watched me read. . . which was really freaking me out. His chin rested on his hands and he made his eyes as wide as possible, as if he was fighting sleep.

I just turned the page and ignored him as best I could.

Which wasn't very well.

Ten minutes later, I groaned and stood up, tossing the blanket at him. He smirked triumphantly as I rested myself onto Fred's bed.

"You keep smirking like that and you'll start to look like Malfoy."

He immediately sobered and pouted. I just laughed and pulled the covers over me. I heard his bed squeak as he shifted and settled into a more comfortable position.

"Hey, Hermione?" George asked.

I sighed and put the pillow over my head, "What?" My voice was muffled by the cotton, but he heard me.

I could practically feel his mischievous eyes, "Are you a virgin?"

I felt my cheeks redden, and I kept the pillow over my face, "I'm trying to sleep, George."

"Fine, fine. Night, 'Mione."

I scowled into the pillow but turned on my side, away from him, and tried to get some sleep. But that seemed nearly impossible now. I sighed my answer to his question, "Yes, George." My cheeks burned in humiliation. "I am."

What eighteen year old is now adays? God, this is humiliating. Does he have to ask? Yes, sleep would prove impossible tonight.

He didn't respond to my sentence. And for that, I was grateful.

So hermione shared her insecurities and talked some things out:) Hope you like this long overdue chap! Review, please:)

-Nastya