I'm back! Sorry for the long wait. I literally had no idea what to write! But I decided, since last few chapters have been dark, let's make a nice one

Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, believe it or not :P

Enjoy! :D

~TheFremioneGirl

Hermione's POV

It had been a few days since I had awoken and I was completely back to normal, but still tired so I couldn't do much magic. Thanks to Mrs Weasley's amazing magic and potions, all of my wounds had been covered and repaired. Over the last week or so, Fred had been sleeping with me downstairs, sometimes, he slept on the floor, but most of the time, and he had laid down behind me on the sofa. Those nights, I didn't have any nightmares, but that first night back in Ginny's room, I was scared. Petrified, actually, because I didn't want to have to suffer the pain of going through Malfoy Manor once more, but I knew I could do it. As I got changed, I looked at my scar in the mirror, it was almost invisible thanks to a disillusionment charm Fred had placed on it. Mrs Weasley and Fred were the only two people who knew about the scar. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but I felt like I was hiding something from everyone. I didn't have anything to hide, I was proud of my scar, it represented what I had endured.

"Fred?" I called after putting on my pyjamas

"Missing me already, darling?" he teased from behind me, which made me jump

"Stop doing that!" I say, although a smile is playing on my lips "No, I'm not missing you…"

"Yet"

"Fred. I was actually going to ask you if you could take off the charm. Actually."

His brows furrowed questioningly.

"I want to stop hiding, Fred. I need to be proud of who I am."

"Of course" he said gently and with a whip of his wand, the scar reappeared.

"Thanks." I whispered as I go on my tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "Good night Fred."

"Good night Hermione. You know where my room is if you have nightmares again."

He went as if to kiss me, but instead, picked me up wildly, which made me squeal and he laid me down on the bed. I sat up and Fred sat down facing me. This time, he leant in and actually kissed me. With his lips pressed against mine, I joined my hands behind his neck and he placed a firm but soft hand on the small of my back. He deepened the kiss and I pressed one hand into his messy hair as his hand moved under my shirt but stayed at the same place. Its coldness sent a chill down my spine and just then Ginny came in making us both jump apart.

"Fred, mum says it's time for bed." she said, barely suppressing a giggle.

He kissed me gently once more and then left dramatically, bowing in front of Ginny before disappearing.

"You, Hermione, have a lot to tell me!"

I sighed and looked up at the young witch warily although I had a bright smile on my lips.

"Fine, what do you want to know?" I asked gleefully

Fred's POV

I almost danced my way to my room singing "Hermione's back" but I stopped myself short, seeing George's face at the bottom of the stairs. He chuckled and raced up the stairs four by four with me hot on his trail. Just before he got to the top of the creaking stairs, I rugby tackled him and jumped into the room, locking the rusty door behind me. That turned out to be pretty useless since he apparated straight into the room moments later.

"Come on Fred, spill the beans." he laughed as he headed off to get changed into his pyjamas.

"I have no clue what you're talking about, oh dear brother of mine." I joked, heading towards my own bed.

"You know exactly what I mean: you and Granger sleeping together on the sofa, and for the past week, may I mention. Oh, and you're not sleeping until you tell me what happened between you two."

"Nothing happened, George, all we did was sleep…"

"And talk"

"Well, yeah, obviously, but not much you should need to know." I called from my bed

"Have you named your babies yet? Or where you'll be living?"

"George, we're not even married, you do realise that, genius?"

"At last he admits I'm the smarter twin. And you wish you were married, because then Mum wouldn't mind you two sleeping together."

"Dream on, I'll always be the smarter twin. Mum minds?"

"Well, yeah, no one knows what you two could be doing. Alone. Downstairs."

This little chat/banter went on till about 2:30 am when we both drifted off to sleep.

Hermione's POV

"First, what were you two doing downstairs, all alone?"

"We slept."

"Is that it?"

"I mean, we also talked, but nothing sexual happened. Anyway, this is your brother we're talking about, we're not talking about anything like that, that would be creepy."

"Alright, alright, Mum will be pleased to know nothing happened."

"What do you mean?"

"She wasn't exactly for you two sleeping together downstairs, but since you were recovering, she didn't tell you two."

"Oh…" my face fell a bit "What about you and Harry, how are things?

She smiled giddily before rambling on into the night about how wonderful he was.

At around two in the morning, we bade each other goodnight and we went to sleep.

However, it wasn't a peaceful night for me. The moment I started dreaming, the nightmares came back, this time stronger than ever. It seemed as if I couldn't escape them, as if I couldn't wake up. But when my scar felt like acid had been poured on me, I shot up out of bed, tears already streaming down my face, and I went up the stairs to Fred's room.

I pushed the door open to find them both asleep. It didn't take me long to figure out who was Fred and who was George because George was missing an ear and Fred wasn't. Even if George had had an ear, I would have been able to tell the difference because Fred had more freckles on his nose. I crept over to his bed and nudged him. However, Weasleys were very heavy sleepers and Fred didn't wake up so I pushed his shoulder harder.

"Huh? What? What's going on?" he asked, waking up suddenly, but then he saw me and calmed down, although there was worry written all over his face. "Hermione?"

He lifted up the covers and patted the place next to him.

"But, your mum…"

"Screw my mum right now, you look like you've been all the way to hell and back, come on, get in."

I looked now at him and saw that he was shirtless and a blush creeped to my cheeks. I had to admit he was very well built. The bed looked so inviting and I snuggled in without a second thought. Fred looked down at my curled up form, and he wiped away the tears that were still flowing. I realised that I must look a mess.

"Your mum, she won't like this." I whispered through the tears

"Right now, I don't care if my mum thinks I had sex with you, all I care about is that you're safe and that you're alright."

I looked up at him and a fresh wave of tears spilled on my cheeks.

"I'm sorry Fred, I'm such a mess, thank you, thank you so much." Then I placed a warm kiss on his lips. "Thank you so much, Fred."

He kissed me back and then I turned around so that my back was facing him. He placed his arms around me protectively and I leaned back into his chest. I finally felt like I was safe.

"Thank you, Fred." I whispered before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

I thought I heard someone say "I'll kill Malfoy for doing this to you." But then, I think that was just a lost thought.