Thanks for reading! The parts in italics in this chapter are from the original story by J.K. Rowling.

Fred slid into the chair next to Mrs. Weasley who was busy knitting. With such a busy household, she barely even looked up at the sudden intrusion. That was even better. He wanted to catch her off guard.

"So, Mollywobbles, eh?" he said.

Without missing a beat, Mrs. Weasley began to scold. "How many times have I told you not to bring that up, George Weasley?" Fred could see her face getting redder as she continued to yell. Finally, he interrupted her.

"Mum?

"-private moment between your father and me. I can't believe he-"

"Mum."

His mother finally stopped yelling and really looked at him for the first time. "Fred? Oh, my dear Fred. You finally remember." She threw her arms around him pulling him uncomfortably into her bosom before he was finally able to escape and answer her. Oh, and, you know, breathe.

"Well, not everything," he said. "But some things at least." He couldn't help it he was grinning from ear to ear. He glanced over as Hermione walked in the room.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said. "He only remembers the most embarrassing things about me, too. Or so he says..." She gave Fred a pointed look, but he could see she was also fighting back a smile.

"Oh, my dear girl," his Mum said, pulling Hermione into a similarly awkward hug. "You did it. You fixed him."

"I wasn't broken, Mum," he said, but Mrs. Weasley ignored him.

"We owe you so much, this family," she continued. She touched Hermione's cheeks and looked at her warmly. "We will have your favorite dinner tonight," she exclaimed. "Oh, dear, I must get started."

"Her favorite dinner?" said Fred. "I'm the one who remembered."

"Yes, and the very first thing you did was try to embarrass me, Frederick Weasley. You better be glad I'm even letting you eat dinner, much less choose." His eyes widened and he stepped back much to Hermione's amusement.

"Hermione, dear," she said, turning her attention away from him, "what would you like to eat? A nice steak and kidney pie, perhaps?"

"Sure, Mrs. Weasley, that would be great. Thank you. Can't I help?"

"No, dear, you don't worry about a thing. You just keep taking care of Fred." She gave them a knowing look before turning away.

"Um, why was your Mum looking at us like that?" Hermione asked.

"I suspect she thinks we fancy each other now," he said with a shrug.

"And you're okay with that?"

"Aw, come on," he teased. "From what I hear, I'm quite a catch. You don't want to be associated with me now?"

"I... I have to go," she said and hurried out of the room.

"What did I say?"

George had been more than a little excited that his twin at least remembered him now that he hadn't stopped talking in days. Fred had to admit it was nice to have another bloke to talk to, but he did miss Hermione. He hadn't seen her much since that night when some of the memories began flooding back. When he mentioned it to George his twin just shrugged.

"We've never really hung out with Hermione, mate. You seemed to have forgotten that little detail when you got hit in the head with the wall. She's Ron and Ginny's friend. Why are you worried about it anyway?"

"I guess I just went from seeing her all the time to never is all," he said. "It's weird."

"That's because you still can't remember everything, Freddie. C'mon, forget about Granger and let's head to the shop."

Granger. As soon as George said it he remembered. They were in what he knew had to be the Gryffindor common room and a furious Hermione was standing with her hands on her hips in front of him.

"That's enough!" Hermione said forcefully to Fred and George, both of whom looked up in mild surprise.

"Yeah, you're right," said George, nodding, "this dosage looks strong enough, doesn't it?"

"I told you this morning, you can't test your rubbish on students!"

"We're paying them!" said Fred indignantly.

"I don't care, it could be dangerous!"

"Rubbish," said Fred.

"Calm down, Hermione, they're fine!" said Lee reassuringly as he walked from first year to first year, inserting purple sweets into their open mouths.

"Yeah, look, they're coming round now," said George.

"Feel all right?" said George kindly to a small dark-haired girl lying at his feet.

"I-I think so," she said shakily.

"Excellent," said Fred happily, but the next second Hermione had snatched both his clipboard and the paper bag of Fainting Fancies from his hands."

"It is NOT excellent!"

"Course it is, they're alive, aren't they?" said Fred angrily.

"You can't do this, what if you made one of them really ill?"

"We're not going to make them ill, we've already tested them all on ourselves, this is just to see if everyone reacts the same-"

"If you don't stop doing it, I'm going to-"

"Put us in detention?" said Fred in an I'd-like-to-see-you-try-it voice.

"Make us write lines?" said George, smirking.

Onlookers all over the room were laughing. Hermione drew herself up to full height; her eyes were narrowed and her bushy hair seemed to crackle with electricity.

"No," she said, her voice quivering with anger," but I will write to your mother."

Fred sat down on the bed, stunned. "Well, bloody hell." She had been right. Of course she had. They definitely didn't seem to have much in common. If he was honest with himself, though, he kind of liked it.