Sorry this one took a bit longer, hope you like it :)

"You know you're going to have to tell Ronnie about you and Hermione once it gets serious, right?" Fred and George were sitting in garden chairs outside the back door of the Burrow. They were systematically coating a new product in a camouflage potion.

It was a warm, early evening and everyone was spread throughout the garden, lazily throwing away gnomes or lying on the uneven grass.

"At this point, anything could happen and anyway, it doesn't matter what Ron thinks." Fred knew it did matter- if not to him then to Hermione.

"Maybe I could get Ginny to do it," said Fred thoughtfully, "She's good at that kind of stuff."

"She won't do it. She'll be all like: 'I think it's important that you talk to him'." George gave his bother a lopsided smile, "And she's kinda right, just don't tell her I said that."

"Eugh!" Fred leaned back in his chair, covering his eyes with his hands.

"You must really like her."

"You know I do."

"Yeah," George sniggered, "It's good you know it too now."

"What does that mean?" Fred gave his brother a sharp look.

"It's not just me." George raised his hands defensively, "Ginny always said you had a soft spot for her."

Fred flicked some of the potion at his brother. It splattered on his shirt, making him look like he had holes in him as the potion mimicked his background.

"I guess you're right."

"Seriously?" George gestured to his damaged shirt. "I get this for 'I guess you're right'?" But he dropped it when his brother frowned at his feet, only partially listening. There was a pause. "She likes you too y'know." He elbowed his brother playfully.

"Like you can read women."
"I think you'll find," replied George, sitting up to his full height, "that you are talking to the guy with the long term girlfriend here." Fred scoffed.

"You and Angelina?" He laughed. "I thought you were just fuck buddies."

"Nah, we just don't get bogged down in some of the stupid stuff that comes with relationships." George looked proud. Fred managed a half-smile. He knew what his brother meant- it was that which had put him off a relationship with Angelina himself. After the war he had realised he wanted something different. His long-held soft spot for Hermione had changed and grew into a deeper interest and admiration.

"Maybe we should talk about something else." Said Fred, wondering at that moment if she was thinking of him.

"Can't." Said George, sounding resigned to a grim truth. "You're infatuated."

"What? No I'm not." Fred frowned at his brother as if he had said something odd rather than true. He had at that moment been wondering if there was a chance he could sneak up to Hermione's room tonight and see her...

She would be wearing nothing but that thin cotton robe, her long, dark hair circling her soft hair and body.

"You two!" A shout came from the kitchen window. Fred nearly jumped out of his skin. "I told you to take your concoctions further away from the house!" His mother did not sound happy. She leaned out of the window to frown down at them. "Now put that stuff away and come and help me set the table for dinner."

Fred sat next to her at dinner. Hermione smiled at him and they both blushed a little. However, they were both aware that Ron was sitting nearby and so made only light chit-chat.

About halfway through dinner, a tinkling thud interrupted. A fluffy grey owl had knocked over a teacup sitting on the kitchen window.

"Oh," Said Percy importantly, "That's for me." He picked up the letter and scanned it quickly, then he sighed, trying to sound weary but barely concealing his smug smile. "Ron, we have to go back into work."

"What? Now?" Ron looked particularly irritated as he had just sad down in front of an enormous bowl of eton mess.

"Yes Ron, Now." Percy turned to face his father, "One of the other interns doing overtime managed to melt half of the department." He huffed again.

"Can't I just-" Began Ron, longingly looking at his dessert.

"No." Said Percy, flatly.

"Have fun!" Grinned George, pulling Ron's abandoned pudding towards him.

They left, bickering.

As everyone else began to tuck into their dessert, chatting loudly, Hermione turned to face Fred.

"So, Ron's gone." Fred smiled at her questioningly.

"Yeah."

"Such a shame they were called away." She sighed and touched Fred's leg lightly under the table. She felt him jump slightly under her touch. After a second, he slid his hand over her thigh in pleasant retaliation.

"I know, what will we do without them?" He winked at her.

"I guess we'll just have to use our imagination." He squeezed her leg lightly, sliding his fingers further up her leg. This time, she jumped, glancing quickly around the table to check if they were being watched.

Ginny and Harry were deep in a similar conversation to her own, George was talking to Bill and Fleur while Charlie, Mr and Mrs Weasley were talking about the vegetable garden. Hermione turned back to Fred and he leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"I'll come to you an hour after we all go up." Hermione nodded in agreement before retracting her hand and continuing to chat with him normally.

He did the same, telling her of his and George's new plans for the expansion of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and she offered her advice on what potions and charms they could use to help them improve their products and make their unexplored ideas a reality.

With his imagination and her ability, they made a good team.