Fred and Hermione had spent several hours getting to know one another. They were still deep in conversation when the door banged open. They looked over to see who was intruding. "Could have used you out there, Forge." George, who was leaning in the doorway, looked bemused and pissed as he took in the sight of the two on the couch. Sometime during their conversation, Hermione had laid her leg across Fred's lap and she was as close to Fred as she could get in their position. Fred had been rubbing her legs for quite some time, but had ceased his ministrations when George had come in.

Fred had the decency to flush, he rubbed the back of his neck, and looked apologetic. "Sorry Gred. We kind of lost time."

George looked between the two, his eyebrow slightly raised. He rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the doorway. "Whatever you say Forge. Next time, please think to send a note?" Fred nodded his head and went back to rubbing Hermione's legs.

Hermione watched Fred's hands move up and down and slowly began to feel heat in her belly. George stopped behind the couch and looked at Hermione, "You know, you could have had the better-looking twin, Hermione." Broken out of her trance, Hermione looked at George and smiled sheepishly. George snickered and started towards his room, "Might want to think to move to your room, Forge. Don't forget to use silencing charms!" With a wink over his shoulder, he was out of sight.

Hermione had flushed a dark red and had swiftly removed her legs from Fred's lap, rigidly sitting up. Fred watched the young witch amusedly, a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. "You should stay for dinner. What would you like? I can attempt to fix it, but takeout is probably the preferable option."

Hermione stood up, "I actually think I should be going," She said hurriedly.

"Hermione, it's just dinner. Nothing more, nothing less." He was smiling at her awkwardness.

She shook her head, "I still think I should be going. I didn't realize how long I've been here for. I still need to finish my notes for an upcoming case before I go into work tomorrow." She saw his smile tense up. He understood, but he wasn't particularly fond of how this was going. She gave him what she thought was a comforting smile, "Rain check?"

Fred's smile brightened up once more, "It's a date!"

Hermione began walking to the fireplace. She turned to say goodbye only to find Fred mere centimeters away. "Goodbye," She breathed.

Fred smiled down at her, "Goodbye." He placed a light kiss to her forehead before she turned and flooed home.

When she stepped inside of her apartment. Hermione placed her hand of her heart, willing it to calm down.

She called for takeout and began writing out her notes for the case. No matter what she tried to do, she couldn't manage to get rid of her smile.

….

Sunday found Hermione back in the Burrow for their weekly brunch. Overall, she was nervous about coming back. Well, it was more like she was nervous to see Ron. She hadn't seen him since they had quarreled and neither one of them had made any attempts to seek the other out. She was unsure of how he will behave and was also afraid of how Fred and Ron will interact with one another.

She wished she had a drink in her hand to help quell her nerves.

She had found Harry and Ginny on the couch in the living room. They were talking in hushed tones, their head pressed together. Not wanting to disturb them, Hermione grabbed a book from the shelf – not bothering to see which she had pulled – and went to the kitchen. In there, she found that Mrs. Weasley was flitting about, preparing for their meal. When she asked if she could be of any assistance, she was instantly told 'Thanks, but no thanks,' so she sat herself down beside Arthur.

Arthur was reading the Daily Prophet and had looked up for a second to greet Hermione. He offered her a section of the newspaper to which she gladly accepted. She sat her book to the side, noting that it was a book on muggles, and began to read the gossip column. It was full of nothing but ridiculous lies of the Golden Trio and other members of the Order. The first story she came upon was about how Luna Lovegood was 'positively beside herself' at not being paired with Neville Longbottom. Hermione scoffed, Luna and Neville merely had a brief relationship after the war. It last three months, tops, and had ended on amicable terms.

She flipped the page and read the next story, it read 'Harry and Ginny: Trouble in Paradise?' Once again, Hermione scoffed. "How anyone believes this mess, I will never know," Hermione mumbled. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mr. Weasley nod in agreement.

She was about to fold the paper up when a headline caught her eye: 'Ron and Fred Weasley Feuding over Hermione Granger!' Hermione's eyes bugged out of her head as she quickly read the article.

Scandal broke out between brothers Ron (one-third of the Golden Trio) and Fred Weasley (successful entrepreneur) when it was learned that Fred Weasley had somehow snagged Gryffindor princess Hermione Granger (two-thirds of the Golden Trio). So how did this come to be? Thanks to the new Marriage Law Act that the Wizengamot had instated, Fred Weasley and Hermione Granger became each other's assigned fiancés. When Ron Weasley found out that his long-term girlfriend was with his brother, a fight occurred. Who won? Sources say that Fred Weasley came out on top and dragged his new fiancé out the door, neither one looking back.

Speculation is that Fred Weasley and Hermione Granger have been courting for some time now, giving no regard for poor Ron. One can only imagine what is going on between the three. And what of Harry? What does he think about his friends' dispute? Especially while going through a rough spell with his witch.

Make sure you continue to read and we will do our best, here at the Daily Prophet, to keep you updated on this scandalous affair.

Rita Skeeter

"Absurd!" Arthur and Molly stopped and looked at the upset Gryffindor. "This is absolutely disgusting!" She balled the paper up and threw it across the room. The older couple gave each other wary glances.

"Hermione dear, what's the matter?" The matriarch braved to speak up.

"I should have kept her as a beetle. Should have sent her to Azkaban. Or better yet, I should have squashed the roach." Hermione was fuming.

Needless to say, it probably wasn't the best time for Ron to walk in the kitchen. "Hey mum, can I get some – woah 'Mione, what's wrong with you?"

She rounded on him. "What's wrong with me?" She laughed manically, "Please tell me it wasn't you."

Ron gave her a quizzical look, "What wasn't me?"

Hermione summoned the balled-up paper and sent it his way. Ron quickly read over it before he too was sporting a look like Hermione's. "No, it wasn't me. Don't get me wrong, I was pissed, but I'm not that much of a bastard."

"Language!" Molly berated her son.

Hermione nodded at Ron, "I didn't think so. I wouldn't consider you to stoop so low, but I still needed to ask. I hope you understand."

"What about Fred? He wouldn't do this, would he?"

"No, he wouldn't." Hermione looked at the paper in Ron's hand. "Which means that it must be Ms. Skeeter herself." Ron looked unsure, but agreed with Hermione anyways.

By the time the twins came, Hermione and Ron had settled down in the living room, discussing ways to bring Rita Skeeter to her knees.

However, an onlooker wouldn't see two friends planning revenge, but would instead see a couple enjoying one another's company.