"Oi, Granger," George called from the kitchen of the twins' flat, "unlatch yourself from my brother before we are late for dinner." He entered Fred's room without knocking, an evil grin on his face, as he plopped down in between his twin and Hermione.
"George! Get off!" Fred chuckled as Hermione's arms and legs flew about in a poor attempt to sit up. "What is the matter with you? We were sleeping."
"Good thing, too," said George, shuddering. "What if I had walked in on you two up to something else?"
"What if you didn't walk in on us at all?" Hermione muttered, glaring at him. She climbed out from under him, effectively rolling him off the bed in the process.
"Now, where would be the fun in that?" he asked as he jumped up. "Besides, you better be glad I did. Can you imagine Mum's wrath if you two showed up late? And looking thoroughly snogged, no less."
"We don't-" Hermione began, but was interrupted by Fred. "Yeah, you kind of do," he said with a laugh. "Your hair..."
"What's wrong with my hair?"
"Just a bit unruly is all," said Fred, leaning over to give her a quick kiss. "Kind of hot, actually."
"Ugh, would you two get a room?" said George.
"We are in my room. You are the one that busted in."
"Fine. I know where I'm not wanted, but seriously, hurry up. It's time to go. I'm starving." He shut the door quickly, barely avoiding the shoe Hermione had aimed at his head.
"Better get used to it, love," said Fred. "He's nowhere near as housebroken as I am."
A half hour later, much to George's dismay, they arrived at the Burrow.
"Hermione, dear," Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, rushing over to give her a hug. "You look beautiful today."
"Um, thank you, Mrs. Weasley."
"It's Molly, dear," she said. "Come with me, we need to catch up while I finish up dinner." A slightly baffled Hermione followed after Mrs. Weasley without argument, turning to raise her eyes at Fred who just shrugged.
"You know," said Fred, "Mum didn't even tell us hello."
"Too busy planning your wedding, I'm afraid," George said, clapping his twin on the back.
Fred's eyes grew wide. "Wedding?" he asked weakly.
"Well, yeah. You know Mum has always wanted her in the family."
"We're not-" Fred began.
George smirked. "Not yet, maybe. You're the one that has been pining after her half your life. I'm surprised you haven't already proposed."
"We are not even talking about anything like that right now, George."
"You're not. I bet the brightest witch of her age has thought about it though."
"She wouldn't-"
"Girls always think about that kind of thing, Freddie. She's practically living with us already." He laughed at the look on his twin's face.
"But she might be going back to Hogwarts and she's only eighteen," he argued.
"I hear that Hogwarts has some marriage suites now for the older students affected by the war but want to continue their education."
Fred look alarmed, his eyes wide. "But we only just started dating and-"
George rolled over with laughter. "Your face," he said, barely able to get the words out. "You look like a train is heading straight for you."
"I do not," Fred argued. "I just don't think-"
"Relax, mate. I'm just trying to get you worked up. I'm sure Hermione would never marry you, anyway."
"Yeah...wait, what?"
"Well, she's way too good for you, isn't she? Hot, smart, she can even be kind of funny." He shrugged.
"I'm funny..."
"And clearly hot, although not quite as hot as me," George said. "Relax, I'm only messing with you. The way that bird looks at you she clearly has it bad."
"Don't call Hermione 'that bird'."
George rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine." He started walking towards the kitchen, muttering under his breath. He glanced back at his twin. "You know you're no fun since you've gone all love sick."
He grinned as his twin's hex missed him by a mere inch.
"So, Hermione," Mr. Weasley said after they had all gathered around the table. "Have you decided about the job at the ministry?"
She looked nervously over at Fred. They hadn't actually discussed any of this yet. It was a conversation she really wanted to have with him first. "Not yet," she said, busying herself with her plate and hoping for no follow up questions.
"Why wouldn't you take it?" Ron asked in between bites of potato. "It's a good job and you'll make a lot of money."
Hermione sniffed. "Money isn't everything, Ronald. I am considering going back to Hogwarts as well."
"That's right," said Fred. "When you are dating a rich, successful, and extremely good-looking bloke like me you don't have to concern yourself with things like money."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Fred Weasley, I have never asked you for a sickle!"
"No, but I enjoy the flattery." He grinned.
"Oi, you were only flattering yourself," said Ginny.
"The rest of you were thinking it," said Fred. "So, thank you." He turned and winked at Hermione. She rolled her eyes again, but he could see a small smile playing on her lips.
"Well, when are you going to decide, then?" asked Ginny. "They are starting back soon. Please say you'll go," she begged. "Mum is making me."
"You have no reason not to finish your final year at Hogwarts," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Ron's not and Fred and George-"
"Are all of age," her mother said. "I would try to get them to go back, too, if I thought it would do any good."
"Don't waste your breath," Ron mumbled.
"What about you, Fred?" asked Ginny. "Won't you miss Hermione if she goes back? Oh, you could both go back and be the power couple of Hogwarts! It would be so perfect. Hermione as Head Girl and Fred causing all kinds of trouble. It's so romantic." She sighed.
"We've had quite enough of Granger bossing us around," said George. "Pretty sure she only did it to get Fred to fall for her. It's worked now, so no real need to go back." He shrugged.
"Hey!" Hermione said, looking put out. "I didn't 'boss you around'. If you two had only minded the rules once and awhile everything would have been fine."
"Eh, you kind of did, Hermione," said Harry, speaking up for the first time. George smiled triumphantly.
Hermione huffed. "If you hadn't tested products on first years," she said.
"You what?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Um, that is, it was perfectly safe, Mum!" said Fred. "We had already tested them on ourselves first."
"Guess you never actually wrote to Mum about that, Granger," said George, giving her a nod of approval.
"Don't think just because you're grown that I'm okay with this, George Weasley!" The smile immediately left his face and his eyes grew wide as he looked at his twin. "Oi, get control of your bird, mate, before Mum has our hides."
"I don't think-" Fred began.
"I am not some bird, George Weasley," Hermione growled. "And I am in control of myself."
"Course you are," said Fred, shooting his twin a look. "And you're pretty," he said, patting her hair fondly. Hermione tried to look mad, but she eventually smiled. "Nice save," she said.
"Oi, are you three going to be like this all the time now?" Ron asked.
"Yes," Fred and George said together.
Hermione laughed.