Hermione entered the home of Wendell and Monica Wilkins under the pretense that she was their new neighbor – she had seen a sign across the road that read 'sold' – and that she was wanting to get to know her new neighbors. Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins had graciously opened their door and led her in. As they were walking in the sitting room, their backs turned, Hermione reached for her wand and whispered the incantation that would restore their memories.

Her parents stood still before looking at one another in confusion. Hermione waited with bated breath until they turned towards her. Hermione took a hesitant step forward, "Mom? Dad?" She asked in a whisper.

"Hermione?" Mrs. Granger stepped closer to her daughter, bringing a shaking hand to cup her face. "What's going on?"

Mr. Granger came to stand behind his wife, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Why don't we sit down?" Hermione asked. They led her to their couch and Hermione began the long tale.

When she was finished, Hermione looked between her parents. They were in shock, but they seemed to be understanding. "I'm sorry that I did this, but it was for your protection."

Mr. Granger placed a hand on top of his daughter's, "We know Hermione, it's okay." Hermione felt the tears that she had been struggling to hold back fall and felt her parents wrap their arms around her.

When she finally calmed down, Hermione heard her mother speak, "So, you're not marrying Ron then?"

Hermione laughed, "No, I'm marrying his brother, Fred."

"And he's one of the twins who used to cause mayhem while you were in school?" Mr. Granger asked, not completely convinced that this match was wise.

"You'll really like him dad. He's kind, brilliant, funny, and overall a very nice man. He takes care of me, but knows that I am independent and doesn't overstep any boundaries. He's a good man."

Mr. Granger sighed, "When do we get to meet this 'very nice' man?"

"Now, actually. He's waiting in the car."

"You mean to tell me that you left that poor boy out in the car?" Mrs. Granger cried.

For all the things her mother could be upset over and this is what she chooses? "Don't worry, I left him the keys. I don't think that he would have died out there."

"You sure he knows how to start a car? He's a wizard after all." Her father asked.

"They had a Ford Angila several years ago, before it retired to the Forbidden Forrest." Her parents looked confused at this so she added, "Besides he's a wizard. He can cast a cooling charm."

"Well, go on and bring him in." Her mother stood up and pushed Hermione towards the door.

Fred was already standing outside the car when she exited the house so she just waved him up. He walked up to pavement and when he got closer he raised an eyebrow, "Everything okay?"

"Better than okay, things are great!" She pecked him on the lips and grabbed his hand. "They want to meet you so we're going to go on in, okay?"

Fred squeezed her hand and she led him in to the sitting room. "Mom, dad, this is my fiancé, Fred. Fred, these are my parents."

Mr. Granger stood to shake Fred's hand, "So I hear you own a joke shop. There will be no funny business when it comes to my daughter."

Hermione looked at her shoes, finding them suddenly interesting, as she felt herself blush. "Dad," She gritted out.

Fred resisted the urge to laugh. Instead he took a more serious tone, "Of course not sir. Hermione has become my world, I'll do everything in my power to make her happy."

Mr. Granger nodded and smiled at Fred, squeezing his hand a little tighter before letting go. Mrs. Granger was next as she wasted no time in hugging the tall red head to her. "Hermione seems to think very highly of you." It was all she said before releasing Fred and smiling at him.

After several hours of talking, joking, and just catching up, Fred and Hermione decided that they should be getting back to the hotel. "We're going to stay until the second of January. We'll be spending New Years with you, if that's alright?"

"Of course, dear," Answered Hermione's mum.

Hermione smiled, I suppose we should be getting back. Hermione hugged her parents telling them how happy and sorry she was. Fred shook her parent's hands, albeit a bit awkwardly, and they left.

After driving for a while, Fred decided to break the comfortable silence. "Your parents are really nice I bet they were great parents." Hermione hummed her agreement. "You take after them a lot. I bet you'll be a great mom."

Hermione decided that now would be the perfect time to have a coughing fit. Fred patted her back until she stopped. "You too." She said, "I mean, you'll be a great dad."

Fred smiled, "I hope so."

"I know so," She answered without hesitation.

Fred placed a hand on her thigh, moving it back and forth, and leaned over to whisper huskily in her ear. "Maybe we could go ahead and get started?"

"Fred Weasley! I am driving!" Hermione exclaimed.

Fred smirked, "Well I didn't mean right now, I was thinking that we could start when we got to the hotel. But if this is what you want, then your wish is my command."

Hermione hit his chest, pushing him back to his side. "You're impossible."

"I'm not hearing a refusal though," Fred laughed.

Hermione scowled, "Then I suppose you'll hear one now – no."

Fred pretended to pout before grabbing her hand. Hermione sighed, "Today was a good day."

Caressing the back of her hand, Fred replied, "Yes, yes it was."