Disclaimer: Wait, what do you mean I don't own Harry Potter? Okay, so I own nothing. But if I did, Fred would've never died. So there.
AN: It's been a while. Sorry guys. But real life caught up, and I had to deal with it.
I forced a smile as cornered me in the kitchen. I knew what was coming.
"Hermione, dear, you wouldn't ever guess who I got a letter from last night! One of Arthur's nephews, he's such a nice boy. In fact, the two of you would look lovely together. I thin-"
"MUM!" Fred interrupted as he swept into the room, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to set up my girlfriend with other blokes!"
Mrs. Weasley looked surprised and I blushed profusely.
As Fred wrapped his arm around me, he turned and said, "Look, 'Mione, now you can move into the flat with out it being all the fuss."
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