I know this is so late and I know there's no smut! I KNOW! But I had to put something out there to bridge the story line. The actual, well written, detailed lemon will be here soon, promise.

M

The twins slumped outside Hermione's door. They had been trying to get her to open the door for a half hour and there had been no such luck. On the bright side, she had stopped sobbing, on the down side, she wouldn't unlock the door. Or make a noise.

"'Mione, please. We have to talk to you." Fred said weakly. George tried a new approach.

"Will you just make some indication that you're alive, 'Mione." George looked at the door hopefully. There was a long pause, during which the twins faces grew grim. After a few moments, she spoke.

"Stop calling me that." She said softly. Fred's eyes widened. George rested his forehead on the door.

"Stop calling you what, baby?" George closed his eyes and prayed for an answer.

" ''Mione'. And I'm not your baby."

"Why can't you be?" Fred shot back. He quickly retracted a bit, worried he had been a little harsh. He heard footsteps. He nudged George when his saw the doorknob move slightly. Suddenly, the door opened and there stood a very upset Hermione, complete with eyeliner running down her face.

"I CAN'T BE BECAUSE THIS IS JUST PITY. POOR LITTLE HERMIONE AND HER FUCKING STUPID EMOTIONS, I FEEL SO BAD FOR HER!" Hermione fell into her bed and curled into a ball, sobbing into her pillows. Fred and George, relieved to finally get into her room, walked to the crying girl's bed and sat down on either side of her. Fred laid down and pulled her close to him. He kissed her temple and quietly 'shhh'ed her. He stroked her long curly hair and looked up to see why his brother wasn't comforting the crying girl.

George was furious. He was looking around the room, drinking it in. Most of her belongings were packed in boxes and shrunk. All of her books had been shrunk and put in a suitcase. George went to her closet and slowly opened the door. It was empty.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" George shouted. Hermione and Fred leaned up to see what he was yelling about. Hermione, a little shocked from the outburst, pushed herself into Fred. Fred noticed her trembling and wrapped his arm around her torso.

"What the fuck are you yelling about? You're scaring her, you git." He rested his chin on the top of her head. Sometimes being tall had advantages. Okay, always.

"What am I yelling about?" George stared at him, "Do you not see this?" George pointed to the boxes and empty closet. Fred raised his eyebrows and leaned down to Hermione.

"Hermione? Sweetie?" Fred whispered to her.

"What?" Hermione whimpered.

"Why are you packing?" Hermione looked up at him with a questioning look.

"I think I am going to stay with my parents for a little while, until I find something more permanent." Fred and and George's jaws dropped. Suddenly George spoke.

"Like hell you are!" George sat down on the bed and looked at Hermione with a panicked look.

"What are you talking about? I have to leave." Hermione scooted out of Fred's grasp and stood up to put her toiletries in a bag. She felt a hand on her wrist, quickly followed by a hand on her opposite shoulder.

"We're not letting you leave, baby. You're too important." Hermione turned toward them.

"I can't stay. You know now. It's awkward. I have to leave."

"No." The twins said in unison. Hermione started to cry again.

"Why do you have to make this so hard? I'm sorry you're losing your employee, but I have to leave and move on! I'll find you someone else to work the books!" Hermione wrenched her arms away from them, and covered her face, and cried into her hands. She heard a faint "oh, 'Mione" being muttered.

"Hermione, this has nothing to do with the shop. We need you to stay here because-" Fred started.

"-it would be infinitely harder for you to be our girlfriend." George finished.

Hermione was shell-shocked. Please, god, don't let this be a dream. Fred moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her small waist.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course we're serious." George answered.

"We've been trying to tell you for an hour, silly girl." Fred put his head down on Hermione's shoulder. It was silent for a minute. Fred felt himself getting poked in the head. He looked at George. His brother pointed to their new girlfriends face. She was silently crying. Fred spun her around and pulled her flush against his broad chest.

"Oh, baby girl, why are you crying again?" He leaned down and pressed kisses at the base of her neck.

"Please tell me I'm not dreaming. Please tell me this is real." Hermione whispered. Fred and George smirked.

"How 'bout we show you?"

What did you guys think? It was short, I know, but it's better than nothing, right?

Please review, I'll have your children. lull. 3

M

By the way, what did you think of Deathly Hallows Part 1? I thought it was excellent, but there should have been peacocks at Malfoy Manor! Also, I wished they had had the Luna bedroom scene? With all the paintings? Ahh, I loved reading that. I can't wait until part 2 - I want to know how they portray the Ravenclaw Commom Room. MY HOUSE, Y'ALL. *Love*