A/N: Decided to get a chapter in before I leave for University since it might be a week or so before I can get something new out. I promise the next chapter will be long to make up for the time I spent not being super updated!

Enjoy~


Hermione glowered at the other, whom was currently preoccupied with stuffing his face with the food he had claimed to make for her. When he finally caught on, his face became a bright red, matching that of his hair and he returned to feeding the witch. The food really wasn't that bad. It was slightly burned, but Hermione had worse in her life. She was just mainly grateful Fred knew how to cook in the slightest bit.

"Where is George?" Hermione asked as she swallowed down the last bit of food.

The turn of Fred's calm expression made Hermione figure out where he was. She had figured that the new furniture she came back to was Fred's doing after their fight, now she questioned if it was a parting gift from George.

"We had to separate one day s'pose," Freed mumbled and then chuckled. "I mean what would the separation been like if I had-". He halted his thought right there; his own cheerful joke to better his mood slightly crushed his spirits. The wizard never wanted to see or hear George like that again. So fearful and scared. Fred had nightmares about it.

"I think I'd like a bath," Hermione quickly responded, distracting his from his current thoughts. As the witch tried to move, she quickly remembered she would need help. A bright and rather obnoxiously visible blush overcame on her features and Hermione's head dropped in pure mortification.

"Oh… I completely forgot you would have to help. Can we send an owl to your mum for assistance?" Hermione begged, her head still dropped.

Hearing Fred laugh brought her head back up and she stared at him with wonder. He simply shook his head at her, carrying out his laugh.

"Tsk, Tsk, 'Mione!" Fred mocked, shaking his head again. "As you are to be my lovely wedded wife, it would only be proper and responsible for to be the one taking care of you. Through sickness and health, ain't that what the folks say?" The prankster nudged the witch, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"No offence Fred… but I'm hardly okay with the idea of the potential possibility of you seeing me in my knickers," Hermione explained in a rather perturbed tone.

Sure they were to be married, but they didn't have to be really married… did they?

Fred waved her off, flashing his mischievous grin, which only made Hermione more fearful. "Oh sweet Hermione Granger," he began in a "too" innocent tone. "You seem to be forgetting you are marrying one of the greatest prankster known to this wizarding world! Forge and I have jus recently come up with the most wonderful invention for those with the nasty habit of enjoying streaking more than others."

Hermione was truly surprised. It was by far yet another clever idea to come from those devil pranksters. It was quite remarkable actually; she was floored with how they came up with such a thing. She had no clue what the material was, but it stuck to your skin, to others it would give the illusion of clothes. It made for a small prank for the person wearing it. Knowing they spent the whole day in the nude, roaming around.

They hadn't named it yet, because they still had some issues with occasional holes that would appear. Luckily for Hermione she snagged one that mainly had holes on her upper back and thighs. Areas she was okay being a bit exposed on. With the use of wand-less magic she was able to undress her self and put on the cloak.

She still couldn't feel any part of her body, san for the tips of her fingers, which she was finally getting feeling in again. Despite knowing Fred couldn't see her nude, a nagging voice scolded her about this. She really had no option since her fiancé was too stubborn to write to his mum. It could have been worse though, she could go without being bathed, at least she kept reminding herself this.

"I'm ready," Hermione called from Fred's bed.

He had shut the bathroom door and focused on making her the most relaxing bubble bath he would imagine a girl wanting. Figuring that Hermione would at least want that. Not to mention how much she deserved it after the day she had. The towering red head came out silent, trying to keep his thoughts away from the fact that she was naked. He was only human after all.

"Right," he began sheepishly as he stood next to the bed. His face twisted with confusion. "So it works, so that's good," he distracted, nervous of getting to the point he was trying to make with her.

Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes. "Oh for Melin's sake what is it Fred?"

He bit his lip, nodding awkwardly, his hands moving around as he tried without words to explain. "Well, you seem clothed… but we both know your naked… if I accidentally touch something in the process… don't hex me. I didn't mean to, I'm not trying to use the situation to my advantage," he explained, his face tinting red again.

The prankster waited for Hermione to yell at him, but was quite surprise at how silent she stayed. When he willed himself to make real eye contact with her, he was surprised that she had a smile on her face.

"What?"

"Nothing," she replied, still smiling. "Its just I don't think I have ever heard you act so gentlemanly before."

Fred chuckled and shook his head. "You can really hurt a man's pride, woman."

He had conjured spells to clean Hermione up as she rested comfortably in the water. Pushing the naturalistic desires of touching her out of his mind. He sat firmly on his long bathroom counter, his eyes firmly planted on the plain wall before him. His nose stuck high up in the air as he refrained from looking at her.

Surprisingly Hermione sat so comfortably in the silence he provided. The little feeling she had in her head she used to lean it forward and back. She was more than grateful he didn't gawk at her. It soon didn't disturb her as much that she was in the room. It felt like he truly was a caretaker.

With delight over the thought, she softly smiled to herself. Had this meant he cared for her now? She could feel the rush of the spell taking over, heightening her feelings. It was enchanting, yet so frightening. Quietly the bookworm bit her lip and turned her gaze to the picturesque red head stretched out on his counter top.

He was so looming, his legs couldn't even fit on the countertop. They barley dangled, so close to touching the ground. His hair so shaggy and red. She bit her lip harder at the idea of running her hands through it. The brunette's face feeling a little bright. Fred had always been good looking; he went from a charming young boy, to a handsome young adult.

She would lying if she hadn't always agreed with the girls in her year about how good looking the twins were. All the Weasley's seemed to have it, though Ron's particular awkward tendencies took away from the charm sometimes.

Being the analytical person she was, she wished to see his face and not just the side of it. She wanted to see the freckles on his face; she wanted to look into his beautiful azure eyes again. Hermione blushed even more, feeling repulsively pathetic on how infatuated she felt.

"Need something?" Fred asked, distracting her thoughts.

Hermione's mouth dropped open as she the fear crept that she had been caught starring. She turned her head as fast as she could, annoyed she had hardly any mobility in it and it went the speed of a sloth to turn away.

She heard his sly chuckle and mentally cursed him for being so damn astute.

"Feel free to admire more, 'Mione," Fred teased, grateful she couldn't move much, he knew she would have done something.

"Arse," Hermione hissed under her breath, feeling so utterly mortified.

"Why Hermione Jean Granger, I have never heard such foul words escape your mouth!" Fred exclaimed in a faux horrified tone.

The witch couldn't help but smile; this Fred was too impossible to stay mad at. She hardly had any idea how Mrs. Weasley managed with the twins, especially when they both gave her their "innocent" looks.

"My mum used to lecture me like that in a similar tone," Hermione began sadly, her smile dropping a bit.

"Do you miss them?" Fred asked quietly, Hermione amazed that he didn't even hesitate to ask such a personal question, but she wasn't insulted in the least.

"It was harder than I had ever imagined, but I know it is for the best." She answered sadly. It was something she had to give up, but it was somewhat easier than she thought, mainly because of how much she loved them. It was just the pain afterwards. After the end of the war, it became more long term.

"I'm sorry you have to go through it alone… I wouldn't wish it on anyone," Fred apologized, turning his body more as he finally looked at her.

"Be grateful you have such a big, loving family."

"I always am, no matter the shite Georgie and I give 'em."

Hermione smiled more, delighted that she was welcomed into that big, loving family she could no longer imagine her life without. "Well quit being a git and help me out so I can get ready for bed!"

"Yes m'lady!" Fred obeyed far too formally for Hermione not to laugh.

He released the water, trying to avoid his contact with her skin. He waited until the water was completely out before lifting the small-framed girl out of his large tub. He sat her on counter, leaning her against the mirror as he reached for two towels. He wrapped one around her head and then her body. Lifting her again he exited the bathroom.

It was comfortable holding her in such a way. He had to admit it was cute, holding the tiny girl compared to his frame. He sat her on his bed, stepping back and tilted his head. "Pajamas?" Fred asked, his head tilted.

Hermione nodded and leaned her head back to his wooden framed bed. She was so relaxed and comfortable. It was so nice after she felt for the past couple of days.

"What would the lady like?"

Hermione bit the inside of her lip as she thought. She had plenty of pajamas that she had in mind. But she really wanted one of those large shirts she used to wear of her fathers. They always comforted her, and made her feel so warm even on the coldest nights.

"This might sound strange but could I borrow a large shirt possibly?" Hermione asked quietly, trying not to feel embarrassed.

Fred nodded, not bothering to ask why. He headed to his dresser, picking out one of his older shirt his mum made him. The red head lifted the shirt, showing it to the brunette. "This good?"

Hermione nodded, smiling at the other. "It is perfect. I'm ready to get out of this, no offence."

Fred waved her off and went to exit the room. "I'll make you some tea while you get changed."

A week had passed since her first bath. He was taking a comb through her hair as he usually did. It became one of his favorite things to do, because it gave the two time to talk. She got mobility back in all fingers, toes, and her forearms; she just could never lift them to brush her hair.

They would chat for the longest time, retelling old stories and telling each other new ones for the past forty minutes. Fred eventually stopped combing her hair and threw it on the other side of the room.

"How have you always been able to tell George and I from each other by the way?" Fred asked curiously as he turned Hermione around, letting him rest comfortably on his bed.

"You are to be wed to the most brightest witch of her age, I would hope I could tell my fiancé from his twin," Hermione retorted sarcastically, chuckling as she watched the other.

"One of the most sarcastic ones as well," Fred countered almost as quickly as her comment.

Hermione grinned even more. It had been so easy between them lately. No fighting and actually on a closer level of friendship than they had ever been. It was quite nice actually. She was surprised how easy she could talk to

"You're crueler with your pranks. George is more likely to apologize to you. Not to mention you call me by different things. But mostly you have a large freckle right there by your nose," Hermione explained.

Fred grabbed her wrist and jerked her hand to his face. "Where? I never noticed!"

"Move to the left, it is very close to your nostril," Hermione explained as Fred moved it, when Hermione nodded that he had got the spot he pressed her finger against that.

"Interesting," he mumbled, staring at the girl in wonder.

"What did you never know?" Hermione asked ignoring that Fred was still holding her wrist.

"I don't think George and I ever noticed," the prankster shrugged.

"Keen," Hermione replied sarcastically, unable to keep the grin from her face.

Fred put Hermione's hand back and stretched out moving his arm out for her to rest her hand on. It was a small step, but he enjoyed it. It made him feel closer to her, and she liked the feel of her skin against. In a week he was flabbergasted how much he wanted to speak to her, how much he enjoyed talking to her. She had slowly become a treasured person in his life. Faster and more important than Angelina had ever been. Maybe that had only been the spell, but he never wanted to think about it that way. He wanted to think it was genuine and mutual.

He noticed in his time spent thinking that the witch had shut her eyes. He smiled softly and bit the inside of his lip.

"Do you want me to leave?" Fred asked quietly, concerned if she was awake even at all.

"'M just resting my eyes," Hermione mumbled, not even bothering to open her eyes.

"We need to go shopping for Ron and Luna's wedding this weekend… I didn't know if you wanted to be like the silly girls and match," Fred teased, laughing a bit.

"I hate shopping," Hermione twisted her face a bit, her lips pursued. Fred laughed and shook his head.

"You shouldn't be so cute while you're this tired," the red head blurted, wishing he had kept his mouth shut. How foolish and embarrassing.

"Hmm?" Hermione asked quietly

"Nothing," Fred replied quickly, blushing a bit to himself.

"S'okay I heard you… G'night," Hermione whispered, a smile growing on her face. She reached as far as she could and let her fingers rest against his skin.

"Goodnight Hermione, " Fred whispered back, still blushing from before. He shut his own eyes as well, falling asleep comfortably next to a girl he was finding himself care for more every day.