Thank you so much for reading. This chapter is a little shorter, but I wasn't quite ready to tackle when he finally talks to Hermione yet. Thanks to those of you that are commenting. I really enjoy hearing from you.

He woke, very groggy, but was soon able to work out that he was in his old room in the Burrow. He had no idea how long he had been out. The blinds were drawn to a close with only the slightest bit of light sneaking through. He started to sit up, but realized his head was pounding, whether from falling or something from his original brain injury, he really wasn't sure.

"I would lie back down if I were you," a voice, George, said. "You need rest." Fred turned ever so slightly to see his twin sitting cross-legged on the other bed.

"Georgie," he said hoarsely. "What happened?"

"Well, I was hoping you could tell me. We were all Percy's wedding and you were dancing with Hermione and then suddenly you were on the ground."

Fred tried to focus, expecting to be even more confused than he had been before, but finding that the gaps of his life that had been hiding from him for months were now all quite clear. "I remember," he said. "I remember everything."

George jumped up. "Everything?

"I think so," said Fred. "Did we really send Harry a toilet seat?"

His twin burst into laughter. "Sure did, mate, only Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let it in the hospital wing. She still told him about it though." He came over, sitting at the end of his brother's bed, tears forming in his eyes.

"Don't do that," said Fred. "I'm alright. Takes more than a silly wall to take down Fred Weasley."

"It's good to have you back, mate."

"Good to be back," he said with a grin.

"Not that I mind having you to myself, but there is someone else that would want to know you are awake..."

"Oh, tell Mum I'm fine. I'm surprised she isn't already in here. Doesn't miss a beat, that woman."

"I'm not talking about Mum, Freddie."

He sighed and nodded.

"You have to talk to her. It's crazy, really. She seems utterly taken with you. I guess when the more handsome version has a girlfriend you do have to settle for the next best thing."

"Yeah, well, maybe she should have thought of that before she went and kissed our little brother." He watched as his brother raised an eyebrow.

"Umm...I don't know anything about that, but I sure haven't seen her around Ron. It's you she's worried about. Where is this coming from? I thought y'all were past this."

Fred sighed again. "I don't know. What do I even say to her? I know it makes me look like a right prat," he said and George nodded. "It's just seeing it, them kissing, I mean, it hurt all over again."

"Well, you are a right prat where Granger is concerned, but just talk to her. It'll be alright."

Two days later he got out of bed for the first time. Four days later he was joining the rest of the family downstairs for meals. By seven days later he was up all day. In that entire week, he still hadn't seen Hermione. He'd managed to work out through George that she was staying over at Grimmauld Place with Harry (and probably Ginny, but he didn't want to think about that). He wasn't really sure what to do. He needed to talk to her, knew he owed her that, but as all the memories and emotions came flooding back he found it hard to concentrate. He knew he couldn't go to her until he knew all of his true feelings.

"You know you're being a real git, right?" asked Ron.

Fred's eyes grew wide as he turned towards his brother. Here he thought they were having a perfectly normal game of exploding snap and sure, he knew he had been a little mad at Ron, but he had been trying to make amends. He has asked him to join him for a game, hoping to show his more mature side. Judging from Ron's current facial expression he wasn't buying it.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about? I am trying to be nice."

"Why are you wasting time being nice to me when she is sitting over there heartbroken and waiting for you?"

His words stung, which was ironic because the Bowtruckles card chose that exact moment to explode.

"Ow!" he cried, swinging his hand back and forth trying to shake the sting away.

"I know what you are trying to do, mate, but you are going about it all wrong." Ron shook his head. "I never thought I would be the one giving you advice," he said. "Hermione and I are just friends, I swear it. But if I catch you breaking her heart, it's her side I'm taking."

Fred stared at him for a moment before nodding his head. "You, her, there's really nothing going on?" he asked softly. "I saw you that night. I remember it all."

"Nothing. She was right all along. It wouldn't work. We were just caught up in the moment. Now, go. And stop being so thick, yeah?"

"Right," he said, clearing his throat. "Um, thanks, Ron."

"You know. I think that's the first time you've ever called me that." He grinned.

"Your name?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, it's always Ronniekins or little brother or git..."

"I'm sorry, Ronniekins."

"No, you're not," he laughed.

Fred smiled. "Okay, maybe not. Thanks, little brother."

Ron simply nodded his head, the faint trace of a smile on his lips.