Why won't you commit
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. That all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
'Oh, good you're here.' as Fred and George said in unison as Hermione stepped out of the floo.
'Hermione have you picked a day yet?' Molly asked as she entered the kitchen.
'A date for what?' Hermione asked back as she poured her morning tea.
'The wedding of course.' Molly bristled. 'Hermione why won't you commit to a date?'
'Well… why don't you ask your son why he won't commit to me?' Hermione snarled at Ron as he shoveled cereal into his mouth.
'Yea Ron?' the twins said in unison.
'What do you mean he won't commit to you?' Molly snarled.
'Ask Lavender.' As she added more sugar to her cup.
'Why would I ask that tramp?' Molly growled.
'Does it have anything to do with Ron being up before mum?' George asked, as Hermione nodded.
'Well, she is the one keeping his bed warm.' Hermione snarled at Ron.
'Ron Bilius Weasley what is Hermione talking about?' Molly yelled.
'Yea Ron?' Was heard in unison as Ron shoveled more cereal in his mouth so he couldn't speak.
'It seems Ron prefers her company to mine.'
'Prove it.' Ron mumbled thru a mouthful. Hermione stomped over to the laundry pile.
'These are not mine, and they won't fit Ginny.' As she held up a horrid pink thong. 'You two might look good in a thong but you need a little more material in the front to cover your bits. Molly this might be yours, but I see you more of a black, blue or even purple,' the boys shivered to think their mum would wear a thong. 'But I also know you take your laundry up to your room as soon as you fold it so who do these belong to? Lavender?' Hermione paused so everyone could get a good look at them.
'Sorry mum but I think they might be a bit too small for you, but they do look like Lavender's size.' Said George with a grin.
'That's why he has been up before you all week. He's sneaking her out before you get up.' The twins did their normal of answering in unison.
'Ron Billius Weasley is this true?' Molly absolutely screeched. Ron still kept his eyes down, still trying to deny the issue.
'I can try this new spell I have been working on. Can you stand?' As Hermione stood next to Ron.
'No.' Ron growled.
'You will.' Molly scowled and waved her wand and Ron shot up out of his seat, Hermione waved her wand. Kiss sized spots showed up on his face, red hand prints on his shoulders and red covered his groin area.
'Doesn't prove anything, you spelled them on me to get me in trouble.' Ron spat.
'Fine, Fred may I?' Fred nodded as Hermion repeated the spell. Fred's hand was red and his lips.
'Cool' as he grinned at his results. I gave Angie a kiss and slapped that fine arse that she has before I left this morning. Ron still shaking his head.
'Fine George?' he nodded and nothing showed but Hermione went up and kissed his cheek and hugged him and repeated the spell showing exactly were Hermione had touched.
'We want that spell Miya.' The twins said in unison again.
'Ronnikins why would you cheat on this gorgeous, smart witch?' George asked as he hugged Hermione. 'I would never even think about cheating on her for fear of the hexes.
'Oh, I hexed him a few times but…'
'He was too thick to realize it.' George finished her sentence. 'I would marry her tomorrow if she let me.'
'You what? Marry me?' Hermione sputtered.
'I would in a heartbeat, I've liked you since the yule ball. Why do you think I kept testing and selling Wheezes in front of you? For the fun of it?' as he rubbed his backside. 'Some of those hexes stung.'
'You didn't?'
'You never realized we never bothered you during test week so you could get your reviewing in?' Fred asked.
'You were in on this?' she asked Fred.
'Well, gotta help my other half.' Fred grinned. 'Will you consider him?'
'Oi, you can't date my girl.' Ron bellowed.
'Ronald Weasley, you have your own girl to worry about.' Molly snarled. 'I will ask her when to set the date.' She grinned.
'What? I'm not marring her.' Ron whined.
'What she's good enough to bed but not marry?' George asked.
'She horrid when she starts screeching at me.' Ron whined.
'Well then I guess you better not piss her off anymore.' Fred quipped.