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Fred threw his arm over his eyes. He'd been lying awake for hours now, his mind constantly replaying the events of the evening. Hermione's smile danced across his mind, whilst her chocolate eyes shone at him through the dark room. That was enough! He must do something, anything to preoccupy his mind. There was that potion George and he had been trying to perfect, the one that gave you abnormally springy feet, enabling you to jump very high, convenient for the shorter witch or wizard. Yes, he would work on that until he tired enough for sleep.

A strange noise woke Hermione. Looking out through the windows, she could see it was early morning, six o'clock perhaps? The noise continued. It was a low rumbling sound and it wasn't coming from this room, this much she knew. The walls began vibrating with it, even Ginny stirred and she was usually a heavy sleeper. She had opted to stay in her old room with Hermione for the few weeks they were back for the wedding, but today she was going with Harry to his auror training.

"What's that noise?"

She mumbled grumpily, placing her pillow over her head. Yawning Hermione turned to face her best girlfriend.

"Don't know, normally I'd say its Ron's snoring but he's not here."

This made Ginny laugh a little. The rumbling suddenly grew then, it started to hurt Hermione's ears.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Ginny shouted over the noise, very wide awake now. The windows started rattling as the mystery noise rose to a roar.

"BRACE!" came a muffled yell a few rooms down. The twins. Of course. Several things happened at once then. A loud explosion, rival to Seamus Finnagan's pyrotechnical accidents ripped through the upper rooms of the Burrow, concentrated from the twin's bedroom. The walls splintered and a blue and orange coloured thing flew through them from the twin's room, landing with a grunt directly on Hermione. Winded she flew back onto the bed with the impact, hearing more yells as the ceiling fell down from above the twin's room and even more shouts as part of the twin's floor collapsed into the kitchen below. A foul smelling smoke slowly crept through the many new holes in the house. Hermione suddenly realised what had landed on her. It was Fred in his blue pj bottoms; orange hair sticking out at all angles. Hermione poked at him tentatively. He groaned and lifted his head. Inches from hers, his eyes blinked slowly through the thick smoky fog. He had obviously been knocked unconscious when he's crashed against the wall next to her bed.

"Tell me this isn't a dream,"

He said sleepily, nuzzling his face into her neck, his lips finding her collar bone. She let out a gasp and he suddenly froze. He sat up very fast, moving away from her, until he fell off from the bed with a thump.

"That…er…what just happened? How did I-"

His frantic eyes landed on the huge holes in the walls. He cursed.

"That wasn't supposed to happen!"

Rubbing the back of his head, he got shakily to his feet.

"I think you hit your head pretty hard…oh Merlin! Look, there's blood!"

Hermione pointed in alarm to the back of Fred's head. Pulling his hand away he saw that indeed there was blood. The quickly became the least of his worries.

"THAT IS IT! THE LAST STRAW! YOU COME BACK FOR TWO WEEKS AND YOU ALREADY WRECK THE HOUSE! I HAVE HAD IT!" came Molly's shriek from the landing. Storming into the twin's room, she yelped as she nearly fell through the hole in the floor. She looked across the room at an upside down, semi-conscious George who was half on his bed and half lying on the little bit of floor left. Turning, she looked at the holes in the walls and spotted a much shaken Fred. Hermione had never seen Molly's lips so thin, her eyes bulging and her face the colour of beetroot.

"Merlin's beard…" Fred muttered, paling drastically.

The next hour or two was spent with Molly shouting at Fred (George was in fact blameless in this incident), Arthur attempting to calm his wife down and George suppressing laughter at his twin's guilty expression. Eventually it was decided that Fred would have to fix the damaged house on his own, without magic, whilst everyone escaped to relatives or friends.

"Right! Arthur and I will have to go to Bill and phle-…Fleur's. What about the rest of you?" Molly demanded.

"I'll go back to the shop…or Angelina's" George shrugged, but not without his ears turning slightly pink at the last part.

"Well Ginny and I are going away for my auror training," said Harry, taking Ginny's hand and looking very relieved that he was escaping.

"Hermione?"

"Oh my parents are away in India for the Summer so I suppose I'll have to stay in our house alone. Urgh! It's a really creepy area though!" she said with a slight shudder.

"I could come with you…?" Ginny suggested almost half-heatedly. Hermione sensed her best friend really wanted to be with her husband.

"No, its ok Ginny, you go with Harry."

Ginny smiled and looked into Harry's green eyes with a happy expression.

"You could still stay here!" Fred blurted out. They all turned to look at him. He reddened immediately.

"Where? You've wrecked nearly the entire house!" Molly glared, swatting him over the back of the head.

"Ow! Hey it's not that bad, I think Percy's room is undamaged," he said in a sorry sounding voice. Hermione nodded slowly.

"I suppose I could…I mean you can't cook at all anyway so you'd probably starve on your own…yes! I could! I'll look after the rest of the house for you Molly, if you want?"

Molly looked around her.

"Well I suppose, if you're up to it…it could do with someone protecting what little remains. You're to look after Fred's wand though. He's not to use magic whilst fixing this place!"

Fred glared mutinously at his mother.

"My word is final Gred- er Fred! Hermione dear, thank-you so much!"

And with that, the Weasley clan went off their separate ways to pack their things for an extended holiday, leaving just Fred and Hermione in the kitchen. They both looked around the room in an awkward silence, not meeting the others eyes. Finally Fred broke the silence.

"Listen, sorry about…landing on you earlier…and for…well…I had banged my head pretty hard and been blown through several walls…"

"Oh don't worry about it…"

Hermione smiled quickly before clearing her throat.

"I'll just move my things to Percy's old room," and she quickly walked out of the kitchen.

Eeeh! Oh imagine the antics and cuteness that is to come! Imagine iiiitt! :D Hope you liked this one too! xxx