I'm so so sorry for not updating! There is absolutely no excuse good enough for abandoning my fanfic account. But I promise to try my best to update.

I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, I'm just borrowing and having some fun

Hermione's POV

I was mortified. How could I possibly go down to lunch and look at Mr and Mrs Weasley? That talk had been mortifying. My own parents had not had the talk with me. I couldn't believe they had thought…they had imagined…Oh god!

A knock at the door pulled me out of my own thoughts, and I opened the door to see a wicked grin on Fred's face. I didn't even get the chance to ask what was going on before he grabbed my hand, and we disapparated.

"Fred Weasley! You know you're meant to warn people before you disapparate!" I told him firmly

"Where would the fun be in that?" he teased "Anyway, then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"

"Where are we anyway?"

"Aha, that, you'll see soon enough. Come along, now."

I followed behind him as he made his way through quiet streets. I had never been here, I didn't recognise the place.

"Close your eyes 'Mione" he said, a speckle of excitement in his voice.

I did as I was told and he led me by the hand for some time, then he let go, I heard a jingle of keys, a lock and then we entered what seemed to be a house, or a shop. He pulled me further in and then whispered for me to open my eyes.

I gasped in surprise. It was a new shop! This time, however, the shop seemed to be going on forever. There were new inventions everywhere, and I started making my way through the whole shop, looking at the sweets, the products, the joke boxes, the children's area. They had outdone themselves.

Fred looked very proud of it and was beaming.

"What do you think then?"

"I love it! The new products are wonderful. When did you buy this new shop?"

"A couple of weeks back. It was quite tricky to get the enlargement spell right, but we managed. I'm glad you like it!"

"Where are we though, Fred?"

"That's the next surprise! Close your eyes again!"

Once again, I did as I was told, and he led me out of the shop. We turned a few corners, I heard him tap a few bricks and then I heard the noises of a busy street and people speaking… french?!

"Open your eyes"

The Eiffel tower was gazing down at me. We were in Paris!

"You bought a shop in Paris?!" I squealed

"Yep!"

"But you don't even speak French" I laughed

Fred feigned to look offended for a second but then he laughed along.

"Don't worry, we're going to employ French witches and wizards. We can't be in both shops at once anyway. You hungry?"

"Starving!"

Fred's POV

I was delighted by Hermione's reaction. She had seemed so enthusiastic and interested and it made me happy. As I watched her sip on her drink in this French Bistro, I realised how much she had changed lately, and I wondered why that was.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked innocently

"I was just thinking how you'd changed lately."

"Is that a bad thing?" she seemed panicked

I laughed "No no, of course not. You're more alive, more open. It's good to see."

She blushed slightly

"Thanks Fred"

I leaned over the table and placed a small kiss on her soft lips just as the server arrived with our food.

"Merci beaucoup" she said, with a slight English accent.

"So, what did you think of my parents' talk then?" I teased with a wink. Her face turned a crimson colour and I couldn't help but laugh

"It's not funny! I was mortified!" she said, a slight smile tugging at her lips

"It is quite funny. They were so embarrassed to talk about it. How British of them, not being able to say sex."

Hermione laughed at that, and her laugh sounded like bells ringing. It was beautiful. She didn't laugh very often since she had been kidnapped, but whenever she did, it was like magic.

"French food" she declared between mouthfuls "is absolutely delicious!"

I had to agree with her on that one, it was pretty damn nice.

"You know what, 'Mione?"

"Tell me"

"You should come to the flat tonight."

I thought she was going to choke on her steak.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nope"

"Your parents are going to murder us, or they're going to have a heart attack before they can kill us. Is that what you want?"

"We're not going to have sex Granger"

Her ears turned pink at the word sex and I chuckled, how innocent she was

"No…I know…but…you understand…" she mumbled shyly.

"We've been staying at home for a while now, and I think it's time for us to come back to the flat, especially since it's been redone and all since the war. It's all nice and cosy, and not messy…yet. I'd rather you see it now, than in a month's time, when it'll seem like a tornado has turned the whole place upside down!" I explained excitedly

"Fred… I'd love to! But I don't think I'm ready to go somewhere else just yet. I feel safe…kind of…at the Burrow, and I don't want that to change."

"Oh right, yeah. Sorry."

"Oh no! It's not your fault. I'm really sorry. I know you meant to do something good, it's my fault."

"None of it is your fault 'Mione." I whispered before taking her hand into mine.

We finished eating and then toured a bit around Paris before going back to the Burrow.

Hermione's POV

"Where HAVE you been Frederick Weasley?" Mrs Weasley's voice boomed as soon as we apparated "Hello Hermione, dear, I hope you had a good day. I've been worried sick, thinking you had been kidnapped. You could have left a note, or let someone know before you went off wandering Dumbledore knows where. Were the last events not enough for you, young man?"

"I'm sorry Mrs Weasley, we should have told you we were going out."

"Nothing to worry about dear."

"Sorry mum. Went to Paris."

"To Paris?! What if something had happened there? Don't you think it is dangerous enough to go out, but to a whole other country! Are you out of your mind?!"

"Mum! The war is over. We're fine now. A little trip to Paris never hurt anyone, did it? I'm sorry we left without telling you, but it's done, so there's no point in shouting. We're both grown wizards, we know how to take care of ourselves."

I didn't really know where to place myself in the debate, so I just quietly sneaked back into the house. All the faces were pressed against the windows, and an extendable ear was transmitting the whole heated conversation back to the Weasleys. The whole picture was quite funny.

After a couple more minutes, Fred and Mrs Weasley came back in and everyone scattered off in various directions to avoid Mrs Weasley's temper. The boys went off to play Quidditch, along with Ginny and I went to fetch a book.

For once in a long time, I felt like everything was back to normal. Back to how it'd always been.