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Fred and George, arguing! Aren't twins suppose to always get along? I guess not!

So, Hermione has smiled and George gave his two-cents worth. What is the elder twin's plan now?

Sit back and find out!

Love always,

Avoline

Fred turned at the sound of someone waking up. It was the morning after his chat with George, and he had formed a plan to get Hermione's mind off of everything. He grabbed a t-shirt and folded it neatly, stuffing it into the bag.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he greeted, abandoning the luggage to sit on the edge of the bed. "Did you sleep well?" She smiled and met his eyes.

"Very well, actually," she answered. "So, what are we going to do today?" He grinned and kissed her cheek.

"We're going to start our adventure," he murmured. "It won't do you a bit of good sitting around, waiting on that call." She stared at him.

"But the shop," she stammered.

"Will be fine," he replied, coming a strand of hair behind her ear. "George and Lee can handle it. I've already warned Ron and Harry." She opened her mouth. "No, they don't know yet. No need in scaring them until we know something for sure." He stood, making his way to the closet. "I've already got your bags packed. About five outfits for every kind of weather, three different pair of shoes for every occasion, and your favorite hair products. All that's left is for me to finish packing, and we'll be off." He heard the sheets rustle as he packed a pair of jeans.

"So where to first," she inquired. He turned and smiled.

"How does Barcelona sound?"

Her laughter filled his ears as they walked the streets of the Spanish city. They had just eaten at a nice little restaurant, and were currently browsing the shops and laughing at the obvious language barrier. He could tell that her mind was far away from her health concerns, and he was glad to have finally found a solution.

"This was a great idea," she giggled. He grinned, using his free hand to push his hair out of his face.

"Good," he answered. "We needed to get away."

"That we did," she agreed. He lifted his eyes, his gaze landing on a dress in a shop window.

"Now that looks like your kind of dress," he mused in her ear. He heard her gasp as she soon spotted the clothing.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed. "Fred, it's perfect! Can we get it? Please, please, please?" He threw his head back, a hearty laugh escaping his throat.

"Do you really think I'll say no," he replied. She darted to the shop, dragging him along behind her.

This is what she needs.