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Another Shot

“Another day.” He whispered to himself with his eyes closed. He didn’t hear someone slide up next to him, so focused on his breathing. So, he startled a little when he heard a voice, his voice. “How many?” He asked, but Jesper had a feeling he knew just how many it has been. Jesper opened his eyes and looked sideways. The deep blue eyes from Wylan Van Eck or like he prefers Wylan Hendriks, were already on him. His beautiful red curls hung loosely around his face, framing it perfectly. That boy was going to be the end of him, he thought to himself as he looked at Wylan.

The dark wet streets of the Barrel were empty besides the young gang members that were hiding from the rain under the pent on the top of the stairs. He could see them follow him from in front of the houses on his left and right. But he kept his eyes trained on the street in front of him while his fingers ticked on his revolvers on his waist. He heard the sounds of the club before it came into view.

Jesper walked in the Crows club, rubbing the rain out of his hair as the door closed behind him. The club was crowded with people. Men and women gambling, laughing and tapping their fingers nervously on the table as the ball rolled waiting to see if they got lucky. Seeing them all gamble made him want to scratch an itch, but he pushed through. He pushed through the crowds until he reached the backdoor. He closed the door behind him quickly, drowning out the sounds of the club. He rested his head against the door and let out a deep sigh.

“Another day.” He whispered to himself with his eyes closed. He didn’t hear someone slide up next to him, so focused on his breathing. So, he startled a little when he heard a voice, his voice.

“How many?” He asked, but Jesper had a feeling he knew just how many it has been.

Jesper opened his eyes and looked sideways. The deep blue eyes from Wylan Van Eck or like he prefers Wylan Hendriks, were already on him. His beautiful red curls hung loosely around his face, framing it perfectly. That boy was going to be the end of him. He thought to himself as he looked at Wylan.

“Lost count.” He shrugged, trying to pretend it wasn’t hard not to place a bet in the room behind him. Pretending he didn’t know the exact number of days since his last bet, or the last place.

A betting hall where he must walk through every day to meet up with the others in Kaz’s office. Was it still punishment for letting something slip to one of Pekka Rollins’ men? Or was it so he could learn something from it. Whatever it was, it wasn’t easy, the only bright side was the young red-curly headed boy that was standing next to him. His blue eyes, that Jesper had missed so much, were staring up at him.

They were still looking at each other, the only ones in the silent empty hallway. It has been a few weeks since their first kiss in the hotel and neither knew why but it hadn’t happened again. They were living together for Saint’s sake, but still nothing had happened besides the obvious flirting. He would never admit it, but Jesper dreamed about the kiss almost every night. How those plump rosy lips brushed against his, how his hand went to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.

They were both leaning against the door as they looked at each other. They both inched closer to each other, slowly but steadily. But when he heard the tapping of Kaz’s cane echo through the hallway, Wylan jumped back. Jesper looked at him with a cheeky grin as Wylan’s cheeks flushed. It was only when he saw Kaz appear in the corner of his eye, that he looked away.

“Jesper, Wylan. Let’s go.” Kaz said as he leaned on his cane and walked past them, apparently oblivious to the tension between them. Jesper shot Wylan a last wink before they followed him into his office. The others were already there. Nina was curled up in the corner of the couch next to Matthias, while Inej was perched on the other side.

Jesper was leaning against a tree at the edge of small forest on the edge of Ketterdam. The forest was nothing to look at, just a bunch of lifeless trees, no leave in sight. Some of the trees could fall down with just a blow of the wind if it was set just right. Even the tree he was leaning against was creaking from his weight. His fingers were tapping restlessly on his pearl-handled revolvers as he waited.

He could hear Wylan’s boots on the gravel as he walked closer. He smiled to himself when he saw Wylan looking around for him. He pushed himself of the old tree, making it creak once more, and stepped in his line of sight.

“Looking for me, merchling?” He said with a lopsided grin.

“Saint, Jes!” Wylan clutched his heart. “Where did you come from?”

“Everywhere, nowhere.” He shrugged as he stepped closer.

“Right.” Wylan frowned and Jesper couldn’t help the thought of kissing it away. “I got your note.” He said waving a little piece of paper in the air. “Why did you want me to meet you here?” He asked looking at the dead forest in front of him.

“Shooting practice.” Jesper said excitedly as he clapped his hands.

“Shooting practice.” Wylan repeated.

“Come here.” He gestured him closer with his finger. Wylan pursed his lips as he walked closer and because of that, Jesper had a hard time not looking at the lips of the boy. When he reached him, he placed his hands on his shoulders and turned him towards the forest. There was a large tree trunk lying on the ground amidst the dead trees, on the trunk were five iron cans placed on it. Jesper leaned down so his lips touched the shell of his ear as he said. “Shooting practice.”

He smiled as he felt Wylan shiver against him. He took his revolver out of its holster, rolled it around on his index finger before he held his hand open for him to take. Wylan looked wide-eyed from the gun to his eyes. “Jesper.” He gasped. “I can’t-”

“I trust you.” He said as he placed the gun in his hand and went to stand behind him. And he meant it, he trusted the boy with his life, and he wanted him to know that. He rested his hands on his shoulders before they slid down slowly over his arms. Another shiver ran through the boy in front of him when his hand travelled lower on his arms. He let his hands slid down until it reached his hands, he helped him hold up the gun, placing his delicate fingers in all the right places as they aimed it towards the cans. They were standing flush against each other, Wylan’s back against his chest. His face was right next to his as they looked at the tree line. Jesper heard the curly-headed boy take in a deep breath.

“Lower your elbows.” He said against his ear. Wylan did as he was told but he stood stiff against him. “Relax, love.” He grinned like a Chesire cat when he saw Wylan blush fiercely from the pet name. But he relaxed in front of him, the tension in his shoulders vanished.

“Try the largest one first.” His voice barely a whisper in his ear. He saw Wylan cradle the gun carefully. His thumb grazing the pearl handle softly before he shifted his aim. Then a shot rang loudly through the dead forest. He missed. “Try again.” Jesper whispered as his thumb traced a circle on his hand. And he did, and he missed again.

“You’re too distracting.” He grumbled, and Jesper laughed. His laugh made his chest bounce against Wylan’s back. But he stepped backwards, creating a distance between them and let his hands fall down from his hands. He grinned as Wylan looked a little saddened at the loss of touch. But Wylan lifted the pearl-handled revolver again once Jesper was a safe distance away. Jesper saw him pull back the trigger, he curled his hand before ... the bullet went straight through the can, letting it fall from the trunk. “Saints, Jesper! Don’t help.” Wylan turned to him.

“Who? Me? I didn’t do anything.” Jesper shrugged as he tried to look innocent. He sighed when Wylan glared at him. “Fine.” He threw up his hands in defence. “I won’t do anything, I promise. Just try following the wind.”

“Follow the wind.” Wylan had that cute little frown again as he looked to the remaining cans. Jesper had his own hand on his other gun in its holster, his foot tracing circles in the gravel beneath it. He cocked his head as he looked at the red head, how he handled his gun attentively. How his fingers went over it as if he was examining it closely, as if he was going to take it apart and put it back together. The thought made him nervous, and his foot started tapping. He cleared his throat. Wylan snapped out of it, and his eyes founds Jesper’s. He flushed brightly pink and looked back to the tree line. Where was the merchling’s head at? He smiled to himself. Jesper saw him adjust the grip on his revolver and aimed it at the tree trunk. He heard him murmur. “Follow the wind.” And his eyes caught the plastic bag that was hanging in one of the branches, showing the direction of the wind. A minute later a third shot rang out, hitting the edge of the can.

“I didn’t do anything!” Jesper held out his hands again when Wylan’s eyes shot to him. “You’re just a natural.” He added with a wink.

“I know you didn’t, you oaf.” Wylan grinned with flushed cheeks. “Want to help me with the smaller ones?” He asked and his eyes sparkled. Jesper couldn’t help but mimic the grin as he sauntered over.

“Where do you want me?” He whispered in his ear as he stood behind him leaving enough distance between them, so they weren’t touching.

“A little closer.” He said. Jesper was surprised from his audacity. But Wylan was getting more flirtatious and more daring by the day. That boy was full of surprises. So, he did as he was told and stepped closer. “A little more.”

Jesper’s grin was wide as he took another step, standing flush against his back. His heart was beating fast in his chest, and he knew Wylan could feel it pounce on his back, but he also knew that it must’ve been the same for him or else he would have teased him about it, just like he would. He leaned closer, so his mouth brushed against his ear.

“What now?” He breathed as he rested his hands on Wylan’s hips.

Wylan turned in his arms, and those deep blue eyes were staring up at him. The grip on his hips tightened involuntarily with the look he was giving him, a look from desire, from wanting. They leaned towards each other, and if you asked who kissed who first that day, they wouldn’t know. One time it was Jesper, the other time it was Wylan. But it didn’t matter, because it would always come back to the moment in the hotel, where Wylan had kissed Jesper first.

The kiss was fire, the kiss ignited something in him that was dormant for a long time, and he pulled him closer. His perfect rosy plumb lips were covering his and were moving slightly, but from the moment Jesper pulled him closer, the kiss became harder, more passionate. Jesper nipped on his bottom lip, and Wylan opened his mouth willingly. Wylan’s hands went up to the nape of his neck, tugging him lower. Without even realising it, he was walking them towards a tree. Wylan nearly stumbled over a rock on the ground when he was stepping backwards, but neither broke the kiss. Only when Wylan’s back hit the tree, they broke apart, catching their breaths as their heads leaned against each other.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since-”

“Me too.” Jesper smiled, his breaths still heavy. But he didn’t care that his breathing was still heavy, he dived down and started nipping and sucking on Wylan’s pale neck. Leaving purple bruises in its wake. He grinned against his skin when Wylan moaned from his lips. “This isn’t why I asked you here, just so you know.” He said between the attacks on his neck.

“It isn’t?” Wylan chuckled. “Too bad.” Jesper pulled back from his neck to look at Wylan with raised eyebrows. Wylan had a glint of mischief in his eyes as he looked at him. “Next time I’ll teach you how to make a bomb in the lab.”

“Can’t wait.” Jesper grinned as he licked his lips before he attacked Wylan’s lips again. They stood there kissing against an old tree on the edge of the dead forest for a long time. And when they finally broke apart because the rain started to fall from the sky, they intertwined their fingers together as they walked home. Their home. Jesper thought with a start. The thought made him smile all the way down to the house, an extra spring in his step as he held Wylan’s hand in his. The smile became even larger when he saw Wylan’s face turn bright red when people looked at their intertwined hands, especially if it was someone he knew, but he never let go, nor will Jesper.

#six of crows #fanfiction #jesper fahey #jesper x wylan #wylan hendriks #wylan van eck #kaz brekker #fluff #ketterdam

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An Ice Rink

Hermione stood stunned in the doorway as she looked at her newly decorated office. She was only gone for thirty minutes. The thing that caught her eyes was a small ice rink with little figures that moved around on her desk. And in an instant, she knew who had broken into her office.

Hermione’s heels echoed in the empty hallway as she walked to her office at the ministry. The halls were decked with garlands, Christmas lights, trees and so much more as Christmas was in two days. She puffed the falling snow out of her face that started to float down right above her office door.

“Harry.” She grumbled as she looked up at the falling snow, a little fake white cloud from the Christmas line of WWW hung above her door. At least it’s only snow. She thought to herself, knowing it could be much worse.

She pushed her office door open and after one step, she stopped. She looked in shock slowly around her office. While it was a bit gloom and bare before she left for lunch, it was now filled with Christmas decorations. Fake snow covered her closet that stood beneath the window. A large fully decorated Christmas tree was standing in the corner of her office, behind her desk. Light filled garlands were hanging on her walls, all around the room. When she stepped further in, bells started to ring. Her eyes flickered to her desk, that too was filled with decorations. Two little red bells were flying over the edge of her desk, the sound filled the silent room. Next to it a dozen of little figures skated on makeshift ice-skating rink on her desk, surrounded by tiny Christmas trees. She crouched down next to her desk as she looked at the figurines in front of her.

She gasped slightly as she recognized each one as they twirled around on her desk. She saw a tiny Ron, Percy and Charlie as they clumsily tried to skate. Bill and Fleur skated by, elegantly, hand in hand. Draco, dignified as ever, guided Harry around the rink, holding Harry’s hands as he skated backwards. Ginny and Luna were leaning against a tree, huddled together as they laughed at George, who skated around the rink, dressed as Santa. Hermione’s thoughts flickered back to her fourth year, when the twins tried to cross the age line for the tournament, turning themselves in their old grey selves with a long white beard. She chuckled when another skating figurine caught her eye. It was her, in the clothes she wore the first time she went ice skating with the Weasleys. She was skating pirouettes on the ice, her hair was blowing in the wind as it started to snow on her desk. Her eyes caught the last red head, the oldest twin was sitting on the ice, crossed legged as he watched her twirl circles around herself. A smile appeared on her lips as she looked to the petite Fred. After watching tiny Fred for a while, her eyes shifted again and saw the moving figurines of Mr. And Mrs. Weasley sitting on a bench with hot chocolate as they watched their kids on the ice. Next to the ice rink was a little wooden chalet with a large bar just outside, leaning on the bar, laughing and drinking were Angelina and Lee, who looked over at the ice rink.

Hermione didn’t know how long she looked at the little figures on her desk, but she finally straightened back up when her knees started to hurt for crouching down for so long. She rounded the desk and flopped down on her chair as she pulled her work back towards her. She already had a pretty good idea who decorated her office in a span of thirty minutes, but she was surprised he didn’t rearrange or mess up her files.

She tried to keep her focus on the papers in front of her. To help the werewolves get a steady job and fair wages, but the decorations in her office kept distracting her. The moving figurines in the corner of her eye, the bells that jingled every ten minutes, the flickering lights in the tree or on the garlands, everything.

After an hour, she sighed with a smile as she pushed her chair back and put on her winter cloak. The whole ice rink was on a plateau, so she shrunk the rink and carefully put it in her enlarged bag. She walked out of her office and with a wave of her wand she locked the door behind her. She walked past the floo network in the large foyer of the ministry, wanting to enjoy the fresh air and snow outside, after being cooped up all day. She pulled her coat a little tighter around her neck when she opened the door to the busy street, the wind and the snow cold against her cheeks. She walked through the creaky snow, watching the Christmas lights around the city as she made her way to the leaky cauldron. The door of the old bar opened itself as she stepped in and shook the snow out of her hair as she rubbed her hands warm.

“Hi, Tom, Hannah.” She waved over to the old owner and her old classmate, who worked at the bar as she walked to the other side of the establishment. Tom gave her a nod, while Hannah waved at her with a smile before she disappeared in the room leading to Diagon Alley. With a few taps of her wand, the wall opened up in front of her. Diagon Alley was crowded with people doing their last-minute Christmas shopping. The wall was closing up behind her as she stepped through. She took only a step or two on the cobbled street when she slipped on a patch of black ice. She braced herself for the inevitable hard fall, but it never came. When strong large arms caught her, her head fell back, and she looked up at the grinning face of Fred Weasley.

“Why do you keep falling for me?” His eyes sparkled as he looked at her. She crunched up her nose and squinted her eyes as she straightened herself up.

“The last time, if you remember correctly, George tripped me!” She huffed as she readjusted her bag on her shoulder.

“I’m just teasing, love.” He winked at her. “You’re a bit early for dinner.” He said as they started to walk towards the bright and colourful shop.

“Hm.” She said looking down, watching her step, trying not to fall before a Weasley once again. “I was a bit distracted with all the decorations in my office, especially the ice rink.” She looked at Fred in the corner of her eye, the corner of her mouth quirked up.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shrugged as he opened the door to the shop.

“Uhu, right.” She smiled as she stepped in the busy shop, the heat of the crowded shop, made Hermione unbutton her coat quickly. The moment Fred entered after her, George called over the crowd to his twin, not noticing Hermione in front of his twin.

“Oi, Freddie! Did you get everything set up in Hermione’s office?” George asked as he walked over. Fred’s eyes went wide as he gave his twin a pointed look, but it was too late. Hermione smirked at him, a twinkle in her eyes. “Oh.” George said when he saw Hermione between him and his twin. “Hey, love.” He leaned over to kiss her cheek. “A bit early for dinner.”

“Fred said the same thing.” She chuckled. “I got a little distracted at work by the sudden appearance of all the decorations.” She glanced over at Fred, who’s ears had turned red.

“Guess the secret’s out of the bag.” George shrugged with a wicked smile at his twin.

“George!” Verity called as the register was overflowing with customers. George looked over his shoulder and saw how crowded it was.

“Got to help out Verity, it’s been crazy the last week.” He turned back to Hermione. “Why don’t you go upstairs, we’ll be up when it’s a little less busy.”

“Alright.” Hermione said, just as someone bumped into her, nearly knocking her to the ground.

“Follow me before you get trampled.” Fred laughed and took her hand, leading her to the back of the shop. Hermione’s heart skipped a beat when Fred held her hand tightly in his. “I’ll be up as soon as possible.” He said once they were in the backroom.

“Do you need any help?” She asked looking past Fred, to the busy shop.

“No, -” He shook his head. “- you just came back from work. Go upstairs and relax.” He said as he subconsciously rubbed his thumb over her hand, which he still held firmly, not wanting to let go. Hermione glanced down at their hands before she looked up to Fred. Their eyes locked on each other and Fred stepped closer, Hermione’s breath hitched as he lifted one hand to hold her cheek.

“Fred.” Hermione whispered.

“FRED!” George voice called him. “Get your arse down here.”

Hermione heard Fred grumble, making her chuckle. “Go, I’ll be upstairs.” She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. Fred gave her a goofy lopsided smile before he turned and walked back to the shop.

Hermione had the same goofy smile on her lips as she walked up the stairs. When she entered the flat, she hung her coat on the coatrack and placed her bag on the couch before she headed to the kitchen to grab a drink. She noticed that they had already filled three plates with some of Molly’s cooking as she grabbed a butterbeer from the icebox. She walked back over to the living room and sat down on the couch. She pulled out the ice rink and placed it the coffee table before she enlarged it again. Hermione had noticed in her office that the figurines had a thirty-minute loop before they did the same pattern again. She gazed at her own personal ice rink for a few minutes before she kicked off her shoes and grabbed the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch and wrapped it around herself. She took one of the twins’ research books from the pile next to the couch as she made herself comfortable in the twins flat.

It was nearly seven before the door to the flat opened again. She looked up from the book as George stepped in, kicking off his shoes as he walked up to her.

“Freddie’s coming, don’t worry. I made him lock up.” He grinned wickedly again.

“You’re horrible.” Hermione chuckled as George flopped down next to her. Hermione rested her feet on his lap with a smile.

“You’ve been yourself comfortable I see.”

“Hm.” Hermione hummed. “Angelina not coming?”

“No, they have a match in France tomorrow, so they went over there yesterday.” He explained before his eyes fell on the ice rink. “So, what do you think?”

“It’s amazing.” Hermione smiled as she looked at the rink. “The details are extraordinary.” She sighed in awe. “How did you do it?”

“I wish I could take the credit. This was all Freddie.”

“Really?” Hermione glanced from the ice rink to George, who nodded. “You should sell these.”

“Oh no, love. I made this especially for you.” Fred’s voice said as he came through the door. Hermione’s face lit up at his statement, at his presence, at the smile he shot her.

“Well, I don’t mean this one.” She laughed. “This one is mine.” Her eyes twinkled as she looked at Fred. “But you could personalize them, special orders.”

“That’s a great idea, Granger.” George said as he watched his tiny self, dressed as Santa skate on the ice rink. Fred copied his twin’s movements as he kicked of his shoes before he walked closer to the couch. He literally jumped in between George and Hermione, and started to push his twin away, who pushed back. “Oi!”

“Not because your girlfriend is out of town you need to steal mine.”

George grinned before he leaned forward to look at Hermione. “A bit possessive this one.” He winked as he pointed his thumb to Fred. “I’ll just heat up dinner.” He clambered up from the couch.

“You better run.” Fred threatened with a grin.

“Watch it, Freddie boy or I’ll tell mum about you two.” He said before he disappeared in the kitchen.

“Hi, love.” Fred ignored his twin as his eyes found hers. Hermione let the book drop on the floor next to the couch when Fred leaned closer. Her arms went around his neck and pulled him close before their lips crashed against each other in a passionate kiss. “I’ll never get bored of this.” He mumbled against her lips, making her smile before she kissed her new boyfriend, from just a few days, again

No, they were definitely not telling anyone about their new and blossoming relationship anytime soon as they enjoyed their privacy and alone time together . Hermione thought as Fred pulled her close against his chest as she wrapped the blanket around them both.

“Happy Christmas, love.” Fred kissed the top of her head.

“Happy Christmas, Freddie.” She mumbled in his chest with a happy and goofy smile on her face.

#christmas #fred weasley #harry potter #hermione granger #love #fluff #fremione #fred x hermione #george weasley #hpff #one shot #oneshot

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Dancing Flames

Fred Weasley was heading down the stairs of the boys' dormitory, on his way to a Christmas party at the Hufflepuff common room when he saw a familiar bushy haired girl in front of the fireplace...

The snow on the windowsill of the Gryffindor common room was quickly piling up as Hermione sat in front of the fireplace, with her back against the couch. Her eyes followed the flames that danced around, completely zoned out. A large plaided cover was draped over her shoulders, while she wore a black/red checkered flannel pyjama. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, a cup of hot chocolate rested on the top. She took in a relaxed breath as the flames reflected in her eyes.

Fred came down from the boys’ dormitories wearing dark jeans and a burgundy shirt, ready to head to the Christmas party at the Hufflepuff common room. He stopped in the middle of the common room when he saw the familiar bushy haired girl sitting in the otherwise empty common room. He tiptoed closer as he looked at the girl he had a crush on for the past few months. Fred leaned on the back of the couch and pulled out his wand. He aimed it at the fireplace and the flames turned into a couple, that waltzed between the flames. He smiled when Hermione let out a small gasp and leaned forward, closer to the flames.

“You like it?” He asked quietly, but even in the empty room it sounded loud. Hermione jumped a bit in surprise and turned to look at Fred.

“You scared me, Fred.”

“Sorry.” He grinned sheepishly, before rounding the couch and slid down next to her. He aimed his wand again and the flames turned into two dragons circling each other.

“How do you that?” She asked with big round eyes.

Fred shrugged as he watched the dragons. “Don’t know. George and I learned it when we were young. But then it was just shaped and figures, now we can change it into anything.”

“That’s amazing.” She tore her eyes away from the dragons and looked up at Fred, with a frown. “Why aren’t you at the famous Hufflepuff Christmas party?”

“I needed a powernap after quidditch practice. Just got ready.” He twirled his wand again and it changed into a couple of players flying around on a broom, tossing a Quaffle between them. “Aren’t you going?”

“Does it look like I’m going to a party?” She chuckled as she gestured to her pyjamas.

“Maybe you’re making a fashion statement.” Fred clicked his tongue, grinning. Hermione couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. “Why aren’t you going?”

“Cormac will be there. And he is seriously giving me the creeps.”

“Hm, yeah. He’s a real creep. And I know you can handle it yourself, but if he ever bothers you, you can always come to me or Georgie.”

“Thanks.” She offered him a small smile before looking back at the fire, sipping her cup. When Fred didn’t make a move to stand up, she turned and cocked her head up at him. “Aren’t you going?”

“Not just yet.” He smiled as he looked at the flames, turning them once again. Now the flames turned into a girl, reading a book with a cat curled up at her feet.

“I know you were planning on drinking something stronger, but would you like some hot chocolate?” She asked holding up her thermos, hoping he would stay a little longer.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Hermione transfigured a piece of log into a dark red cup with a golden-letter F on it before she poured him a cup and handed it over. The fingers brushed each other as he took the cup, their eyes met for a moment before Hermione looked down, blushing. Fred watched her for a moment as he sipped his cup of hot chocolate.

“Wow, that’s amazing!”

“Dobby makes it. It’s dark Belgian chocolate with a pinch of chili powder. It’s my favourite.”

“I think it’s mine too.” Fred grinned as he took another big sip from the cup. He leaned back against the couch, resting his head against the seat. “Are you missing your parents?”

“Yeah, I do. But they went skiing and I really hate it.”

“How come? Not that I know what skiing is but...”

Hermione chuckled as she turned her body to him. “Skiing is going down a snowy mountain on two bars made of wood, plastic or metal. You have two poles to steer, so you don’t crash against a three or something.” She chuckled softly. “When I was eleven, I broke my wrist when I couldn’t avoid another skier. I never stepped on a ski again.”

“You shouldn’t let one bad experience ruin it.” He said he turned to her. “If George and I had to give up after every bad experience or failure we wouldn’t be so close to realise our dream.”

“Hm... Perhaps you’re right. I’ll think about it.” She smiled. She saw Fred shiver when a cold rush of air came from up the stairs. “Uhm, Fred?” He looked at her with a heightened eyebrow. She raised the left side of her cover. Fred gazed at her with a questioning look. When she nodded, he scooted closer and draped the blanket over his shoulder. They sat close together; the legs bumped as he fidgeted to find the right position. “Is that supposed to be Bill?” She laughed loud as she saw a figure with a long ponytail on top of a pyramid, dancing. Her laugh echoes through the common room and Fred looked at her awestruck, as the light of the flames flickered over her cheeks. He changed the flame into Ron, who was fidgeting with his horrible dress robes in front of the mirror.

“Bloody hell! I look like my great aunt Tessie.” Fred mimicked Ron’s voice. Her laugh barely died down, before starting up again. Making Fred’s grin even wider. He turned the flames into his mother that stood with her hands on her hips, looking at four young boys.

“Beds empty! No note! Car gone! You could have died! You could have been seen!” Fred tried his best impression of his mum. Hermione placed her cup down as she grabbed her side, that started to sting from laughing so loud. She tried to control her breathing as she looked at Fred with a twinkle in her eyes.

“It’s been a while since I laughed like that.”

“I like your laugh.” He said sincerely as he locked his eyes with hers. “I like that I can make you laugh like that.”

“Oh.” Hermione whispered, unable to tear her gaze away from the handsome red-headed quidditch player in front of her. Fred looked from her eyes to her lips and back. Hermione mimicked his movements before they simultaneously leaned closer to each other. Their lips grazed each other hesitantly, softly before Hermoine’s hand went in his hair and Fred’s hand cupped her cheek, pulling each other closer. The kiss deepened when Fred let his tongue glide over her bottom lip, she opened her mouth eagerly. After a few minutes, hours, neither of them really knew they pulled back, both looking flushed as the portrait swung open.

Fred looked behind Hermione and saw George, Harry, Ron and Ginny walk in laughing. Hermione looked down at her lap and pulled the blanker closer to her chest as the others came around the couch.

“Freddie, here you are!” George sat hopping over the back of the couch.

“I was just about to head out, why are you back?” Fred craned his neck to look at George behind him.

“After someone -” He glared at his little brother, who was already falling asleep on the chair in the corner. “Went on a walk with a bottle of fire whiskey, singing loudly in the corridor, the party was over when Minnie caught him.”

“He’s such an idiot!” Fred laughed looking at his sleeping brother. “Did he get in trouble?”

“Yeah, three Saturdays detention. I’ll probably have to remind him in the morning though.” Harry snickered. Ginny was eyeing Fred and Hermione as they were still huddled close together. But Hermione kept her eyes focused on the flames.

“And what have you two been doing?” Ginny asked slowly as she raised an eyebrow. To Fred’s surprise Hermione answered before him.

“Have you seen what Fred can do to the flames?”

“No, what?” Harry looked from the flames to her and back.

“Oh, you showed her our trick.” George said with an all-knowing voice as he glanced at his brother. “Gin, Harry, come here.” He gestured them to the couch.

George sat behind Fred, while Ginny took the seat behind Hermione and Harry sat down next to Ginny on the couch. Hermione conjured another large blanket the flew over and laid it down on the three behind her as they snuggled closer. She handed over new cups of hot chocolate to the newcomers.

“Enjoy the show.” George grinned and he waved his wand. Fred pulled the cover closer to him, his hand found hers under the blanket and he intertwined their fingers, he saw her smile in the corner of his eye, which made it hard for him to keep a goofy grin forming on his face. All of them started to laugh as Ron’s snores filled the silent room as Fred and George put on a little show in the fireplace. Fred took a chance to look at Hermione and when she glanced back, he sends her a wink, that made her blush fiercely.

Yes, this Christmas, sure turned out better than either one had hoped.

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When The Leaves Fall

Fred's been in a coma for almost six months; George and Hermione have been by his side since day one. With Halloween coming closer, one of his favourite holidays, will he be able to attend?

Hermione’s shoes echoed in the empty hallways that she walked every day, for almost six months. The walls, the floor, the ceiling was all in a dull white colour; no one in sight, except the witch at the reception, making it all eerie on the silent fifth floor. She looked out the windows and noticed the leaves turning green, red and brown: autumn really making itself present as it started to rain. When she reached room 527, the last room in the hallway, she slowly pushed the door open. The room was the exact opposite as the hallway as Molly and Ginny had decorated the room last weekend, filling it with pumpkins, muggle Halloween and fall decorations. Fred still laid in bed, unconscious. Just like the past months, ever since the battle at Hogwarts. Right next to him a sleeping George. She passed Fred and leaned over, gently shaking George’s shoulder.

“George?”

“Hermione? What time is it?” George asked, rubbing his eyes as he sat up from the bed next to his twin.

“Almost eight.” She said as she started to clean up the room. “You’re meeting Lee at the shop remember?”

“Oh yeah. Thanks for the reminder.” George smiled softly, standing up and walked to the closet and picked out his clothes and disappeared in the bathroom.

Hermione watched him disappear behind the door and sat down on the empty chair next to Fred’s bed, unpacking her bag. George slept in Fred’s room from the moment he was brought in. The healers tried to make him leave, but nothing, no one could keep him away from his twin. So, they reluctantly let him stay. After a month of George being in his room 24/7, Molly and Hermione intervened, telling him he needed a break; to see some friends, go to the shop, anything... Hermione and Molly promised there would always be at least one person to stay with Fred when he’s away. So, it started with him going to the burrow, then meeting his friends and after three months going to their flat and the shop. George and Lee were now doing the finishing touches before the shop could open again.

Hermione had just picked up her book when George walked back in fully dressed. He took one of the croissants Hermione brought with her in his mouth and looked over her shoulder.

“What are you reading today?”

“The Hobbit. I thought he would like it. I don’t think he would like me to read from Hogwarts: a history.”

“Maybe not.” Managing a small smile. He bent down and kissed her cheek. “I’ll be back around lunch.”

“Alright, I’ll be right here. Take your jacket, it’s raining.”

“I know you will. Thank you for everything, Hermione.” He placed his hand on her shoulder. Hermione looked up and placed her hand on his, giving it a squeeze.

“Anything for family.”

After George had left, she stood up and took Fred’s hand in hers, looking at the tall sleeping ginger in front of her. Watching the slight rise and fall of his chest. All the internal damages were healed more than three months ago, his brain damage was fully healed a little over a month ago, but Fred still hasn’t woken up. The family stopped by as much as they could, but the world moved on. People had to get back to work, to school. So now it was mostly George, Molly and Hermione.

“Goodmorning, Freddie. It’s almost Halloween. George says it is one of your favourite holidays.” Hermione whispered in the silent room as she stroked his hair with her free hand. “Don’t you think it’s time to wake up? Georgie really needs you.” She said looking at the peaceful face. “No? Alright then. I’ve brought a new book with me; I think you’ll like it.” She said as she shuffled her chair a bit closer to the bed and sat down.

“It’s about Bilbo Baggins he’s a hobbit who lives a quiet life, until it is upset by a visit from a wizard named Gandalf. He wants Bilbo to help a group of dwarves take back the Mountain from Smaug, a dragon. Bilbo is unsure he wants to help, but he is drawn into the adventure by Gandalf, who tells the dwarves Bilbo is a burglar.” She read out loud from the back of the book. “No complaints? Then I’ll start.”

“An unexpected party. In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.” She started as she leaned back, placing a soft fleece blanket over her shoulders, making herself comfortable.

Hermione was still reading as George walked back in the room, holding out a bag of take away lunch. He whispered hi before he placed the bags on the table against the wall. Hermione mouthed hi back before she continued reading. George shook the droplets from his hair and sat down on the other side of the bed, watching her read to Fred before he leaned his head back, eyes closed listening to her voice.

“What in Merlin’s name is a hobbit?” A voice croaked suddenly in the room. George’s head snapped back down eyes wide. Hermione had dropped her book in shock, with the same expression George has, looking at the red head in between. Fred was awake, frowning at the two shocked faces. “What are you looking at?”

“FRED!” George and Hermione cried out, both jumping up.

“I’m right here. You don’t have to yell.” He said, his voice still hoarse. “Why is my throat so dry? Can I have some water?”

Still in shock, feeling over emotional right now, Hermione suddenly cupped his cheeks and kissed him, full on the lips. Fred instinctively pulled her closer, kissing her back. Next to them George was looking at them, even more in shock, his mouth hanging open. Hermione suddenly pulled back, beet red and started stammering.

“S-sorry. I-I didn’t... I’m just s-so relieved.” She looked from a surprised Fred to a still shocked George. “I better go tell your family.” Hermione grabbed her bag and ran out the room as the twins called after her.

“What just happened?” Fred asked as George finally recovered from his double shock and handed him a glass of water. “Can you tell me what’s going in? You two looked like you’ve seen a ghost.”

George looked at him for a moment before he pulled his brother in a tight hug. “Do you remember the battle?”

“I do.” Fred said frowning as George pulled back.

“Well, a wall fell on you...” George started and filled him in on what happened from the moment the wall came crashing down, up until today. Fred listened in silent as his brother explained it all, trying to take it all in.

“So, I’ve been in a coma for the past five months?”

“Almost six... now you understand why we were so shocked? You’ve been healed for months now but you didn’t wake up.”

“I’m sorry, Georgie.” Fred pulled his hand and wrapped him in a hug. “And Granger?”

“She’s been coming here every day. Just talking, reading to you. Pushing me out of the room.” He grinned. “Didn’t expect her to plant one on you like that, or for you to participate so eagerly.” George chuckled as he sat down on the bed, looking at a newly awaken and flustered Fred. “I know you had a thing for her back at school but...”

“It never really went away.” Fred admitted, playing with his covers. “But I thought Ron and Hermione -”

“Yeah, we all thought that but no. Just friends.”

At that moment the door bursts open and seven read heads toppled in followed by a blond and a boy with raven black hair. When Molly saw her son awake and talking, she burst into tears as she ran over and gave him a bone crushing hug.

“My boy. My boy.” She murmured in his ear, tears falling down her face. Fred suddenly felt his father strong arms around them. Fred heard him softly cry in his mum’s hair and hugged them as tight as possible. When his parents let him go, they wiped their tears and stepped back with trembling hands and all of his siblings came close and hugged him. Fleur and Harry gave the family some time to together as they stayed behind, smiling at the reunion. The healer came in and said he was in perfect health and could go back home in a day or two. Arthur was so rejoiced he summoned some butterbeers and champagne. They talked and laughed for hours; Molly suggested they could do a special Halloween-coming back home party at the burrow as Halloween was just two days away.

“Mum, where is Hermione?” George asked as he looked around the room. Fred has been wondering the same thing since his family stormed in the room without her, but didn’t want to ask as his family just found out he was back amongst them.

“Oh.” Their mum said surprised looking around the room. “I don’t know. She came to get us, I thought she was right behind us.” She looked nervously at Arthur. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice, after everything she did for us, for Fred and George.”

“It’s alright dear.” Arthur gently padded her hand. “I’ll go look for her.”

Fred quickly shot George a look. George immediately understood and jumped up. “I’ll go dad. I think I know where to find her. I’ll be right back.” He looked at Fred.

“I’m fine, go. I have enough red heads to keep me company.” He grinned up at his twin. George stuck out his tongue before he grabbed his coat off the chair and headed out. He walked over to the floo and called out The leaky cauldron before disappearing in green flames.

About an hour later George walked back in the room, his family still talking loudly, food was passed around the room. They all looked up when he sauntered in without Hermione.

“Where is she?” Their mum asked.

“She wanted to give us some family time.” George said as shoved Fred to the side and sat down next to him on the bed.

“Nonsense. She IS family.” She was already standing up, ready to go out and get her, when George stopped her.

“Just leave her be for a moment mum. She’ll come to the party.”

“But-”

“Molly...” Arthur started. She looked at her husband for a second before sitting back down.

When everyone was again busy talking George whispered. “I think she’s embarrassed. You know after...”

“What’s there to be embarrassed about. That was one hell of a kiss!”

“I don’t know, Freddie. But it’s Hermione... she normally never would’ve done something like that.”

“I know.” Fred said as he looked at his family. “Do you think she just kissed me out of relief?”

“Yes and no.” George said softly. “The past months I never really thought about it, because I was so focussed on you, but I think she feels the same as you do. Why else would she have been here every day?”

“I’m sure to ask her at the party, so make sure she comes.”

“I don’t think she dares to skip it. Mum will drag her by the ears if she has to.” George laughed, looking at his mum, who’s eyes were glued on Fred.

“So, Hermione has her own apartment?” Fred asked form the bathroom.

“Yes, she is fixing it up at the moment. It’s above a small bookshop in Diagon Ally, but mum doesn’t know about it yet, so keep it to yourself. Are you ready to go?” George asked as he placed their bag of clothes on the bed.

“Ready!” Fred called out from the bathroom before emerging, running his hand through his hair. He wore dark jeans with a light blue shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“Someone you trying to impress?” George grinned as Fred walked up next to him. Fred shoved his brother on the bed before running out the room laughing.

“Oi! You can help me carry these you know?” George said as he reached the fireplace where Fred was casually leaning against. He tossed one of the bags to Fred, who caught it with ease. “Glad to have you back twin-of-mine.”

“Glad to be back.” Fred grinned, walking in the fireplace after his brother. “The burrow.” He called out, tossing floo powder at their legs.

When they stepped out the burrow was empty, the only sound in the house was coming from the kitchen, so they headed in that direction. Their mother was busy making food, stirring in three different pots. When she heard the twins walk in, she turned and smiled as she saw her boys.

“Do you need help mum?” They twins asked, giving their mum a kiss on the cheek. She smiled up at her boys and padded their cheek.

“No, no. Why don’t you two go outside, almost everyone is here.”

“And Hermione?”

“Not yet, but I send her a patronus. She has five minutes to get here, or I’ll come and get her.”

The twins snickered as they walked out to the garden. A large tent was standing in the garden decorated with jack-o-lanterns, ghost puppets and everything you could possibly think of when you thought of Halloween. Under the tent you saw Charlie talking to Bill and Fleur. Harry and Ginny sat cuddled together around the fire, talking to Ron. Percy was chatting to Lee. And Angelina, Katie and Alicia sat a bit further from Harry and Ginny, laughing at whatever Arthur said. The twins turned when they heard a soft pop in the distance. Both smiling as they saw Hermione walk up.

“Welcome home, Fred.” Hermione said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, before doing the same with George and turned to leave for the firepit.

“Hey, wait!” Fred called out, and carefully took her arm. She looked over her shoulder to Fred and George. George winked before he walked over to the three girls at the fire. “Can we talk?”

“Talk? About what?” Hermione said, looking at her feet. Fred looked around the tent before he pulled her behind it, out of sight. “What - what are you doing?”

“You kissed me.” Fred stated, looking down at the witch.

“Yes. It didn’t mean anything; I was just relieved.”

“Really? Then why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t-”

“You have. Like it or not Hermione I know you. And it may have meant nothing to you, but for me... I don’t just kiss any girl.” He groaned before he walked off, leaving Hermione standing there, again in shock.

“Who wants pumpkin soup?” Their mum called out as she made her way across the garden, a large pot of soup floating in front of her. Fred sat down next to George and Percy in the tent as the others started to fill the seats, Hermione joining in last, took the last seat available on the other side of the table.

“What happened between you and Hermione?” George asked after he swallowed his soup. “She’s been shooting glances at you and if she bites any more, there would be nothing left of her lip.”

“She said it didn’t mean anything.” Fred said not looking up from his soup.

“She’s probably just afraid that you won’t feel the same.”

“She knows.” George was about to reply when he said. “Just eat your soup, George.”

George mumbled something before he turned back to his soup. The entire time, the table was loud and full of laughter. After dinner, everyone gathered around the fire. Telling ghost stories, carving pumpkins, making fallen leaves into dancing figurines around the fire. George watched his twin ignore the girl he has definitely feelings for, the girl who’s trying all night to catch his eye but failed. After a couple hours, the sun long gone and cold brush of wind picked up, Fred stood up.

“I know this is my welcome back party, but I’m knackered.”

“Of course, dear. I have your old room all set up.”

“Thanks mum. Goodnight.” He waved in general before he walked to the house, the full moon shining on his bright red hair.

George looked over to Hermione who was watching Fred’s retreating back. When Fred’s was completely out of sight her eyes dropped, falling on George. Go! He mouthed to her, jerking his head to the house. Hermione bit her lip again, glancing from George to the house and back.

“Where are you going?” Ron asked as she finally made her decision.

“As you must know... the little girls room.”

“OH.” Ron said surprised, his ears turning red, making the others chuckle.

“Can you check up on Fred, dear?” Molly asked.

“Sure, Molly.” She gave the older witch a smile, ignoring Georges wiggling eyebrows and walked in the dark garden, that was only lit by the moon. When she entered the house, it was dark and silent. She took in a deep breath as she walked in. The shadows in the kitchen that were caused by the moon didn’t still her nerves as she made her way through it. The living room was also empty, only the light flicker from the fireplace. She closed the doors to the living room and glanced up the stairs.

“Lumos.” She whispered as she pulled out her wand, a small light formed on the tip of her wand. She started to climb the stairs. She quickly looked in the rooms on the first floor before heading up. When she was halfway on the second staircase, she saw something in the corner of her eye. When she turned, she saw a Cardinal spider crawling on the wall, right next to her head. She screamed and tripped, falling back down to the first landing. The sound of her scream made the door of the twins’ room fly open. Fred looked wide eyed down the stairs, holding out his wand. When his eyes landed on Hermione, he ran down and crouched down next to her.

“Hermione?” He asked, holding her head. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, just a bump I think.” She said rubbing her head.

“Can you sit up?” Hermione nodded and sat up against the wall, Fred still looked at her worried. “What happened?”

“I was coming up and there was a very large spider. This house is scary in the dark, you know.”

“Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age, fighter against death eaters, afraid of spiders?” Fred chuckled as he checked her over for other injuries. Hermione crossed her arms in defence, looking up at him.

“Not afraid, just startled.”

“If you say so.” He grinned. “Why were you coming up anyway?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh, not really in the mood to talk anymore.” Fred said, suddenly standing up. Hermione followed his lead, suddenly feeling more courageous due to a few bloody Mary’s, she took his hand and pulled him up the stairs. “What-?”

“Me neither.” She said as she closed the door behind a confounded Fred and gently pushed him against it, her hands lingered on his chest. Before he could say something, she stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down, kissing him soundly. Then she reluctantly pulled away. “It did mean something.” She whispered, looking in his eyes. He looked at her for a moment before he leaned down again, capturing her lips.

“When did it start?” He asked as they laid curled up in his bed. She lifted her head up from his chest and looked at him with a frown.

“What?”

“When did you start liking me.” He grinned; Hermione swatted his arm before putting her head back on his chest.

“I don’t know exactly. I think it started the summer before my fifth year at Grimmauld. You comforted me after I found out about what happened to Harry, remember? You even read Hogwarts: a history to me.” Fred hummed in recognition. “You?”

“Well, it started when I found out you punched Malfoy in your third year.” He chuckled. “But I only found that out at the world cup. Then you walked in the great hall with your periwinkle dress, Godric you looked beautiful. But I didn’t realise it until Georgie and I left Hogwarts. That I couldn’t see you every day, couldn’t tease you about our testing on students or selling our stuff in the common room. I let us get caught on purpose you know.”

“Really?” Hermione asked as she looked up again, blushing.

“Yes, and I really love how you blush like that.” He said as he kissed her nose. “So, what do you say?”

“About?” She mumbled in his shirt.

“About going on a date with me.” He smiled against her hair.

“Maybe you’ll find out if you actually ask me.” She chuckled. Fred suddenly jumped of the bed, Hermione falling face first on the matrass, when she looked up, she glared at the twin.

“Miss Hermione Granger.” He started very official, before kneeling down on one knee, in front of his bed. “Would you do me the honour to... go on a date with me?”

“I would love to.” She laughed as she came to the edge of the bed and pulled him close, capturing his lips. When they fell back on the bed, Fred summoned a warm dark blue plaid and covered them up, cuddling under it together as they talked about everything and nothing as the moon shined through the window. Outside the festivities were still underway, nobody seemed to notice that Hermione didn't come back. Behind the tent every tree started to change colours, or lose his leaves as autumn was really here, marking a new beginning.

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Fall Traditions

It’s Hermione’s favourite time of the year; Autumn! And of course, she wanted to introduce the twins to her annual muggle tradition she used to do with her parents: pumpkin carving! Written for: Fallen For Fremione Flash Fest!

It was a couple of days until Halloween and Hermione was standing in a large field filled with pumpkins in all sizes and colours. She took in a deep breath of autumn air, looking around the field. This was her favourite time of the year; cool air, coloured leaves, pulling out her favourite sweaters and of course pumpkins: pumpkin soup, pumpkin latté and pumpkin carving. She walked through the field, passing lots of children with their parents as she looked for the best ones. This is the first time she going to enjoy this time of the year with her boyfriend. The wizard in question didn't know about these muggle traditions but she wanted to introduce it to him, because she loved it so much. So, she picked out not two but four of the best pumpkins she could find and placed them in her wooden wheelbarrow, before heading out of the field.

It took all of her concentration and a deserted alley before she apparated from muggle London to WWW. When she landed in the empty backroom, she had to balance herself. When she was sure she wouldn't fall or let everything drop she made her way to the stairs. Hermione crunched up her noise as she found it weird when the shop was completely quiet and empty, even though it was a Sunday. She walked up the stairs with great difficulty as she carried the four large pumpkins in her arms. When she reached the top, she kicked the door with her foot.

"Boys? I need a bit of help." She called through the door.

She heard feet shuffling in the apartment before the door flew open. The twins stood there, their hair the same colour as the pumpkins in her arms. The boys grinned as they saw the petite witch almost buried in pumpkins.

"Uhm, Hermione..." George started as he took one of the pumpkins from her. "What are you doing here with four pumpkins?"

"A bit much for soup isn't it, love?" Fred said, picking up the other two pumpkins before he leaned in for a kiss. Hermione smiled against his lips as they heard George behind them.

"Enough with the PDA. I've seen enough of that the last two months."

"You're just jealous, you don't have a beautiful bird of your own." Fred grinned as he stepped back to let Hermione in, who in turn scoffed at the word bird.

Fred and George placed the pumpkins on the table and stood back, studying them, before looking at Hermione, who was digging in her bag. She pulled out what looked like a muggle pencil case and put it on the table. Fred tried to reach for it, but she slapped his hand away. Fred and George looked wide-eyed at each other as she pulled out two more cases, before looking up smiling.

"We can make soup from it if you want, but that's not the reason I went to the pumpkin patch."

"Pumpkin patch?" The boys asked confused.

"Yes, it's a muggle tradition. And well I thought..." She glanced at Fred nervously.

"You can show us all the muggle traditions hou want, love." Fred said as he kissed the top of her head.

George rolled his eyes at his twin, muttering: "Whipped." Fred stuck out his tongue to his brother before looking back at his girlfriend, who continued talking as she didn't hear George's teasing.

"So, I went pumpkin picking. It's a large field where you can choose your own pumpkins. And that's where these things come in." She said as she opened the first case. The twins' eyes went wide in shock as they saw the tools, taking a step back.

"I don't know what you're planning but..." George said looking between Hermione and the tools, taking a step back. "It was just a little prank, nothing dangerous!"

"These aren't for you, George." Hermione laughed as she sat down at the table. "But I will get you back for that. No, these are for the pumpkins."

Fred sat down next to her, laughing. He grabbed one of the cases and zipped it open, looking at the tools inside. George frowned a bit, looking at the dangerous tools before sitting across from Hermione, still looking wary.

"So, what now?" Fred asked, pulling out each tool, examining it close.

"We are going to carve them." She said as she showed them a photo from her and her parents when she was about 9 years old. "Without magic." She added when George went to grab his wand. George grinned before he slid his wand back in his back pocket. "We start with cutting out the crown and scooping out the inside; then you can draw the outline of the figure you want to make on the pumpkin and then you can start carving... carefully!"

She waved her wand and a big bowl and the pens flew to the table. She pushed a pumpkin to each twin, who still looked confused at the large orange ball. They grabbed her utensils and started carving, the twins watched her with interest, before they copied her movements. The twins quickly learned it wasn't as easy as it looked as she heard the twins grunt when they tried to cut into the pumpkin. After they cleaned out the inside and put it all in the bowl on the table, they started drawing by hand. Hermione drew the outline of a cat with a crescent moon above it. After she finished, she placed the cap back on the pencil smiling, happy with her drawing. She tried to peek at the twins' pumpkins, but they glared playfully and turned their pumpkins away from her; so, she started on her carving process, knowing it would take a while to finish.

After she cut out her last piece of pumpkin, the red head next to her suddenly screamed out. She dropped her utensil and looked worriedly at Fred eyes wide.

"Freddie?" George and Hermione asked simultaneously, looking at Fred.

"The knife slipped." Fred said through gritted teeth, clutching the palm of his hand, blood trickling on his hand, down to his arm.

"George, can you-?"

"Already on it." He answered Hermione before she finished her question, jumping up and hurried down the stairs to the shops' backroom.

"Keep pressure on it." Hermione instructed, leaning closer as she summoned a towel to help stop the bleeding. "I'm sorry." She whispered as she grabbed the towel out of the air, and gently dapped his palm.

"Why are you sorry?" Fred asked surprised, eyebrows high.

"This was my idea. We've been dating for only a few months, and I already mutilated you. Your mum is going to kill me."

"Hey... look at me." He whispered softly, whishing he could take her in his arms but knew they would be both covered in blood if he did. Hermione looked up slowly, regret etched on her face. "I've been through worse, believe me. You know we own a joke shop, don't you?" He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, but Hermione didn't respond as she glanced back to his bleeding hand. "When George is back, we can apply the ointment, and all will be fine, and I can finish my carving."

"Oh, no you don't. You're not touching any of it!" She said, already grabbing his tools away.

"Hermi-" Fred stopped as George ran back in the room and crouched in front of Fred. He quickly put the thick paste on his palm, stopping the bleeding immediately. Hermione suddenly stood up and walked to the hallway, leaving two flustered boys behind. A moment later, she walked back in holding a wet cloth and towel, George stepped back, and Hermione started washing up his hand and arm. She gently reached for his injured hand and turned it around, so the palm faced her. She frowned as she traced lines around the wound.

"Maybe we should go to St. Mungo's, just in case." She said worriedly, biting her lip.

"I don't think it's necessary... but if you want to, we can go." Fred added as he saw the guilt on her face. "But trust me on this, it was not your fault." He said as he cupped her face, rubbing his thumb gently over her chin.

"Why would it be her fault? You're the one who can't hold a knife!" George grinned as he picked up the fourth pumpkin. "Why don't you two go to Mungo's, I'll start on the soup. It's not that either of you can make it."

"Oi!" Hermione and Fred called out; Hermione tossed the towel to his head, George just chuckled as he walked in the kitchen.

Hermione stood up, Fred following her actions and draped an arm around her, pulling her close.

"Come here you." He whispered, squeezing her tight to his side, Hermione rested her head on his chest. "Let's go." They stepped through the fireplace and called out for St. Mungo's before disappearing in green flames.

An hour later they stepped back in the apartment. George was already back at the table carving his pumpkin.

"So?" He asked without looking up.

"They gave him something for the scarring." Hermione said as they walked to the table. "All good. How about here?"

"The soup is ready; we can eat when we're done with our pumpkins. I just need to do a few finishing touches and I'm done."

"Mine was done right before the accident." She said, Fred already hugging her from behind, reassuring her that he's fine.

"What about mine? I want my pumpkin done." He pouted, resting his chin on top of her head.

"Maybe George can help you, he seems to have a knack for it." Hermione said as she tried to sneak a peek.

"Avert your eyes, Granger. Almost done."

"Let George finish his pumpkin." Fred snickered. "I'll finish mine. I'll be more careful, I promise. I don't have to much more to do."

Hermione bit her lip as she turned in his arms, so she could face him. Looking up his saw his most charming smile as he looked down at her. "Alright but be careful."

"I promise." He grinned before he leaned down and kissed her passionately. George, again, interrupting their moment as he cleared his throat. Fred and Hermione rolled their eyes before Fred went back to his pumpkin. Fifteen minutes later the boys were done, and Hermione handed them a tea light to put it in. The three of them lit it with their wands before they placed it on the kitchen counter.

"On the count of three?" Hermione asked, the twins nodded in agreement. "One, two..."

The three of them turned their pumpkins at the same time, while Hermione pursed her lips, trying to hold in a laugh, the twins high-fived it other above her head. Hermione's pumpkin with the crescent moon and cat sat in the middle, light flickering inside. Fred's pumpkin had George's name on it with what supposed to be bludgers on it. While George's had Fred's name on it, broomsticks around it.

"You did a great job, Freddie."

"You too, Georgie. One of the best from tonight." Fred said, winking at Hermione.

"Well... I think we found a new tradition, but next time we want to go pumpkin picking with you." George said as he draped his arm around Hermione's shoulder, Fred doing the same to her waist, tugging her slightly closer to him. "And maybe buy some just protective gear for you Freddie."

Hermione laughed as Fred slapped his brother on the back of his head, Hermione quickly stepped away and to the pot of soup as the two started to wrestle, she poured herself a bowl as she watched them playfully fight with each other, a smile on her face.

4 years later

"Oh, Mr. Weasley, miss Granger... Why am I not surprised?" The medi-witch smiled as she stepped in the room at St. Mungo's. "What is it? The fourth year in a row?"

Hermione and Fred looked at each other grinning. "Yes, he still hasn't quite figured out how to successfully carve a pumpkin." Hermione chuckled as she rubbed small circles on his back. "His brother is very good but..."

"I'm good at it too!" Fred called out, wincing as he shifted on the bed. "I'm just excited."

"Sure you are, love." Hermione smiled as she kissed his cheek lovingly. "This year he managed to get the blade stuck in his leg."

"How in the world?" The healer asked as she saw the cut in his pyjamas.

"He was using a muggle knife sharpener and -"

"It slipped. We already put something on it to stop the bleeding, we just need your miracle cure for the scarring."

"Let me see it first." The healer said as she waved her wand over his leg. She frowned a moment before she waved her wand in the air. A moment later a small bottle flew in the room, straight in her hand. "Drink this."

"What is it? Is he okay?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Yes, it just looks like the knife was a bit rusty. Just to be safe." She handed the bottle over to Fred, who gulped it in one, in the mean while the healer put something on it for the scarring. "I'll see you next year." She winked before she stepped out the room.

"We better get going. Your parents are probably already waiting for us. Victoire and Teddy want to start carving too."

"Just a quick stop at home, need new pants." He grinned as he twirled his finger in the hole in his pants. He jumped of the bed and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close as they walked out of the room, to the floo. When they arrived back in the flat, George had already gone to the burrow. Her pumpkin stood on the mantle, next to George's, who had a detailed carving of the burrow, while Hermione's pumpkin was a simple smiling one, with missing teeth. She turned back to Fred, frowning.

"Where is your pumpkin? I thought you were done when you were sharping the tools, here I thought we've gone a year without injurie." She grinned as she wrapped her arms around him, looking up.

"I was done. George must've left it on the table." He kissed her nose. "Let me go get it, wait here."

Fred came back, holding his pumpkin and placing it with its back to them on the mantle. He tapped his wand at the tea light and a light flickered inside.

"Ready?" He asked with an unsteady voice. "One, two..."

Hermione reached over and turned the pumpkin to her. Her heard started to stammer in her chest, breaths coming faster as she saw the carving. When she read it a couple of times, her hands trembling as she played with her sleeves, she turned to Fred; where she saw him kneeling on one knee, holding out a little grey box, an engagement ring inside, the flickering of the tea light bouncing back on the ring.

"I've wanted to do this for ages but wanted to wait for the right time." He took in a shaky breath before continuing. "Hermione, I love you, I loved you for over four years now. I still can't believe you said yes to a date with me, I still can't believe you are mine for the last years. But I want you in them for the next. I want you in all the years I still have left. Hermione, will you marry me?"

"Yes! She dropped down in front of him. "Yes!" She hugged him. "Yes!" She kissed him with everything she had, poured everything she felt into the kiss they would remember forever. "I love you so much!" She said as happy tears formed in her eyes, Fred pulled her close again, leaning his head against hers catching her breath, before kissing her again. Both forgot the time, forgot they were supposed to meet with their family, forgot everything, expect each other as they laid down in front of the mantle looking up at the pumpkin that changed their lives forever.

Even forty years and almost annual visits to St. Mungo's later the pumpkin was still placed in their home, on the fire mantle. While Hermione and Fred were cuddling together on the love seat, they watched their grandkids play together as they ran around the room. Both looked at the pumpkin that read: Will you marry me, with a smile, before they called for all the grandkids to sit at the table to start their annual carving session.

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The Pitch

Hermione just needed a quiet place to study. When the library was invaded by Krum's groupies, she went out to find a new place where she could study in peace. She ended up finding a place no one would think to look for her.

Hermione Granger groaned as she saw Viktor Krum walk in the library followed by his giggling fan club. She tried to ignore it but the girls were hidden behind the bookcase right next to her. She slammed her book shut and glared over her shoulder before packing her things and heading out. She really needed someplace quiet to study. The common room was not an option, obviously, just like the great hall. She could check the dormitory but she knew the moment Lavender and Parvati walked in, they wouldn’t shut up. She wandered around the castle looking for the perfect place. She looked out the window and saw a big oak tree near the lake, nobody in sight. She hurried down the steps and walked out the doors and was greeted by the sun that shined down on her. Taking in a deep breath, smelling the autumn air, she followed the path to the lake as she buttoned up her coat. When she reached the lake, her heart dropped as she saw a group of Slytherins nearing the spot. She changed direction and let her feet take her away. She didn’t know where she was going, she was just enjoying the breeze and the sun as she walked the grounds.

The next thing she knew she was standing next to the quidditch pitch. She looked around but no one was there, so she slipped inside. She walked up to the middle of the pitch and looked around. It was weird being here when there was no match, no noise, no cheering… absolute silence. Because of the Triwizard championship quidditch had been cancelled. Although some still trained, it wasn’t as much as they normally would. She turned in circles, looking at the high stands. Then it hit her. She smiled as she readjusted her bag and walked to the tower that was still in the Gryffindor colors. She stepped inside and looked up at the stairs that went all the way up. She sighed as she started making her way up there. Halfway up she opened the buttons of her coat as she grew hot. Once she was finally up, high in the stands, she put down her bag and shook off her coat. She put a cushioning charm on the wooden planks and laid her books on the bench before she dropped down. She lifted her chin and took in the sun and the light breeze before she pulled out her potions essay. Finally working in silence.

That’s where she would go for now on. While everyone thought she was in the library, she found her sanctuary in the high stands of the quidditch pitch. When the weather started to get colder, she took her small blue flames in a jar with her to keep her warm. Even when it started to rain, she would conjure and place an invisible umbrella over her and her books. Ginny asked her where she had gone as she couldn’t find her at the library. Not really wanting to give away her hiding spot, she told her that she left the library a little before because of Krum and his groupies. She came here almost everyday by now. Only needed to go to the library when some of the quidditch players from different houses gathered at the pitch to play a friendly game.

She was now working on her transfiguration essay for professor McGonagall when she heard laughter coming from down below. She looked over the banister and saw two identical red heads walking on the pitch carrying their brooms on one shoulder and their beaters bat in their other hand. She saw them mount their brooms as she turned to her seat, quickly casting a disillusionment charm on herself and her schoolwork. She leaned back against the bench behind her as she saw the twins fly up, holding their beaters bat. George, she thought, hard to see from far away, flicked his wand and the bludger shot up in the air. She watched them as the bludger shot through the air and Fred flew after it, sending it straight back to George. Hermione gasped as the bludger missed a grinning George by an inch.

“You gotta try harder than that, Freddie.” He laughed as he chucked the bludger at his twin. Fred flew up and turned on his broom, hanging upside down as he hit the bludger away from him. Hermione watched them play for over half an hour, admiring the things they could do on a broom. She didn't even like to fly a few feet above the ground, let alone doing the things the twins did.

Still in disguise she pointed her wand at George making his robes fly up over his face. Fred cackled as he saw George’s surprised face as he looked around, looking for the cause. Thinking it was just the wind, he shrugged and turned his attention back to Fred. Hermione grinned before she pointed her wand at the bludger that was flying towards Fred. Small boils covered the bludger and when Fred hit it with his bat, the boils popped open and Fred was covered with goo. Hermione had to bit her lip hard so her laugh couldn’t escape. Both twins looked shocked at what happened and after Fred cleaned himself up and punched George on the shoulder because he was still laughing at him. They flew around the pitch looking for a potential culprit. When they didn’t find anyone, they resumed their game but kept glancing around suspiciously.

George was now flying only a few feet away from her as he taunted Fred. Fred grinned before he shot the bludger in his twin's direction. Instead of hitting it back to Fred, he shot up in the air and Hermione’s eyes went wide as she saw the bludger heading straight for her. Before she could duck away or grab her wand, it hit her in her stomach. Her gaze became blurry and she heard a twin shout before everything went black.

Fred had swung his bat and hit the bludger perfectly as it soared towards George. George climbed higher with his broom escaping the ball’s direction. There was a shimmer in the stand the bludger was heading to and right before it hit, Hermione appeared, wide-eyed and in shock. Fred leaned on his broom and raced forward, pulling his wand out of his robe but it was to late, it hit her right in the middle.

“HERMIONE!” Fred called. George furrowed his brows at Fred and followed the direction his twin was flying to. George mouth dropped open as he raced down to the unconscious bushy haired girl. They landed simultaneously in front of her and dropped their brooms to the side as they crouched down. Fred sat down and laid her head on his lap, George pulling out his wand and waved it over her.

“She was hit, right here.” Fred pointed to her stomach. George nodded and whispered a few diagnostic charms on her, different colors appeared and disappeared over her body.

“She should be fine. Do you have a pain relief potion with you?” George asked looking up. Fred searched his pockets, trying not to move to much with the witch on his lap. When he found the vial, he popped open the cap and gently pulled her mouth open with his thumb and poured the liquid in. As the liquid slid down her throat, he could feel her body relax.

“Granger? Hermione?” Fred asked looking down at her. She didn’t move or responded. Fred looked worried at his twin who sat on Hermione’s left. He waved his wand and splashed a bit of water on her face. Hermione’s eyebrows knit together and slowly opened her eyes. She looked up and gazed in the dark blue eyes of none other than one Frederick Gideon Weasley. The twins let out a sigh of relief the moment she opened her eyes.

“Fred?” She croaked.

“Sorry.” Fred said rubbing his neck, looking down at her. “We didn’t know anyone was up here.”

“It’s okay.” She gave him a small smile as she tried to sit up. Fred and George helped her up in a seating position and sat on either side of her. “I should have put up a shield charm when I saw you two come up.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Fred looked worried at her.

“A little sore.” She said rubbing her stomach and lower ribs. “But I’m fine.”

“You gave us quite a scare.” George added. Hermione chuckled lightly. “Giving the Weasley twins a scare? Who knew that was even possible?”

George and Fred looked surprised at each other; eyebrows high before laughing. “Well, if something would have happened to you, boy wonder would come after us know, wouldn’t he?” George grinned.

“Wait! Hold up!” Fred shouted suddenly. George and Hermione turned their heads to him in surprise. “Were you the one messing with us earlier?”

“Maybe.” Hermione blushed under Fred’s gaze. His eyes full of admiration on the younger witch.

“Blimey, Hermione! Who knew you’re were a jokester at heart?” George exclaimed. Hermione and Fred broke their gaze at George’s words. Hermione looked down and tried to hide her blush with her hair. While Fred looked up with tinged red ears at his twin. George looked surprised at his twin before turning to the girl between them.

“So… What are you doing here anyway?”

“Oh. I’ve been coming here the last few weeks. Ever since Krum and his fan club have been invading the library.” She grumbled as she pointed at her books and schoolwork. “I needed to find a quiet place to study, I was planning on sitting under the big oak tree at the lake but a few Slytherin came by so I changed directions and suddenly ended up here. Since there is no quidditch this year, it’s nice and quiet. Until you two showed up, of course.” She chuckled.

“Don’t you get cold or wet? It was raining almost all of last week.” George asked, one eyebrow raised.

“But twin-o-mine, you forget. This IS the brightest witch of her age.” Fred grinned as Hermione playfully shoved him, rolling her eyes. She then took the blue flame from the bench and placed it on top of it. The twins both looking impressed at the flames in the jar.

“This is to keep me warm. And for the rain, just an umbrella charm really.” She shrugged. Fred took the jar of blue flames and looked at it closer. “Don’t open it!” Hermione warned as he reached out for the lid. “You might set the whole stadium on fire.”

Fred hummed and carefully placed the jar back on the bench. “And why did you put a disillusionment charm on yourself?”

“I just wanted some peace and quiet and not needing to explain why I was here. Harry, Ron and Ginny all think I’m still at the library.”

“They never come find you?” The twins asked surprised.

“Uhm… No. They usually just let me be.”

They all looked up as they saw lighting strike in the near distance and not long after a thunder echoed through the stadium.

“We better get going before we’re soaked.” George stood up and he and Fred helped Hermione stand and pack her things. George climbed his broom, clutching the two beater bats and the bludger under his arm. Fred mounted his broom and held out his hand for Hermione to take. Her eyes turning comically wide as she shook her head.

“No... no, I’ll just walk down.”

“Don’t be daft. You’re still injured and you’ll be soaking wet by the time you reach the castle.”

“I’ll be fine.” Hermione said as raindrops started falling on her head.

Fred frowned and turned to his brother. “You go put everything away. I’ll be down in a minute.” George looked between the two before nodding and flying down to the dressing rooms. When George was out of view, he turned back to Hermione and grabbed her bag and swung it over his shoulder before offering his hand again.

“I won’t let you fall, I promise.” His said honestly before grinning as she still didn’t take his hand. “You have three second to climb on yourself before I fling you over my shoulder and race down.”

“Alright, fine.” Throwing her hands up in defeat. She took his hand and climbed up in front of him, her heart thundering fast in her chest. Fred placed his arms around her protectively, closing her in and shuffled closer.

“Is this okay?” He asked with a slight tremble in his voice. Hermione herself couldn’t muster out a word with the feeling of Fred pressed against her and nodded her head. “Do you trust me?”

“I-I do.” Hermione shocked herself a bit when she said it, but she truly trusted him. She knew the twins were all about a laugh but they wouldn’t do anything to hurt her on purpose. She didn’t see Fred’s smile at her words before he pushed off from the wooden floorboards. Hermione tensed as the flew about six meters above the ground.

“Relax.” Fred breathed in her ear and leaned closer pressing his chest to her back. The moment Fred’s body touched hers, she instantly relaxed and loosened her grip on the broomstick, her fingers getting their color back.

“That’s it. George is waiting for us. We’ll fly to the castle.”

“But- “

“We’ll just be a meter or two from the ground. If we would walk all the way back, we’ll be soaked.” He interrupted as they neared George. George mounted his broom again and flew up a few meters coming up next to them.

“Alright, Granger?” George asked grinning.

“F-Fine.” She choked out. Fred pulled one hand of the broom and she started to panic before he placed his hand around her waist pulling her closer.

“We need to speed up before the storm hits us.” He whispered in her ear. She nodded nervously and Fred gave her a light squeeze before he signaled George and they accelerated. They stopped right as they entered the castle and Fred gently put down his broom and helped her off. Hermione took her bag from his shoulder as he planted his broom over his shoulder, George mimicking his movements.

“I guess you heard about the yule ball?” Hermione asked the twins, who were on either side of her.

Fred laughed as they climbed the stairs. “We did.” He got out between laughs. Hermione looked surprised at his reaction and glanced over to George, who was glaring at his twin. “George nearly fainted when Minnie told us.”

“Why?” She asked George. George just looked down, ears turning red.

“He fancies someone but is to chicken to ask.”

Hermione’s mouth dropped open. “Oooh. It’s Angelina, right?”

George’s head snapped up to her, even Fred looked surprised. “How- how did you know?”

“A woman’s intuition?” She grinned. “Or maybe because you’re practically drooling the moment she steps in the same room as you. Just ask her. I’m pretty sure she’ll say yes.”

“Even Hermione noticed it, George!”

“What do you mean? Even Hermione?” She asked looking back to Fred, glaring.

“Oh. Just. You know.. ickle Ronniekens.” Fred said nervously. They reached the portrait hole and George mumbled the password and climbed in. Leaving Hermione and Fred in his wake.

“Ron and I are just friends. I don’t like him like that.”

“Oh.”

“Who are you going with then?” Hermione asked, looking up at him. Fred opened his mouth but was interrupted by an impatient woman.

“In or out?” The fat lady asked, arms crossed, tapping her fingers impatiently.

“In.” Hermione answered still looking at Fred. She turned her head as they heard George calling for them. With one last look at Fred, she sauntered in the common room and sat by the fireplace with Harry and Ron.

“Did you just come in with the twins?” Ron asked.

“Yeah, bummed into them on the staircase just now.” They all turned as they heard a girl shriek.

Angelina was beaming as she looked at George. “Yes! I would love to go with you.” Her smile so wide, Hermione thought it would get stuck. She gave George a quick peck on the cheek and hurried up to the girls’ common room with Alicia and Katie, probably talking about what they were going to wear. George found her gaze and walked over with Fred.

“Thanks for the advice, Hermione.” He grinned happily as he ruffled her hair. She didn’t even mind that he did that because he looked so happy at the moment.

“Glad I could help.” She smiled and turned back to the fire. George and Fred rounded the couch and dropped down on the floor in front of them.

“So… Who are you dashing gentlemen going to ask to the ball?” Fred asked grinning.

“Oh. I don’t know yet. We still have time, don’t we?” Harry shrugged nervously.

“Who are you taking anyways?” Ron asked his brother.

“None of you business, little brother. But I have the perfect witch in mind.” He said that as he stared at Hermione. Hermione quickly ducked her head, blushing. “Better get a move on before all the good ones are taken.”

“Hmmm.” Ron grumbled. “Harry, you could ask Ginny.”

“Ginny already has a date.” Hermione said looking up at Ron. Harry and all three Weasley brothers looked up in surprise.

“Who?” The Weasleys asked together.

“It’s not my business to tell.” She smiled devilishly and stood up, she readjusted her bag on her shoulder and made her way to the girls’ staircase. “Night, boys.”

Even though Fred hinted he was going to ask her to the yule ball it still hasn’t happened. It was a week ago when the twins found her hiding spot and even though they were still friendly and joking around, Fred didn’t ask. So, Hermione gave up on the notion and ignored that stupid flutter in her stomach as she thought back at how it felt being wrapped up in his arms as they flew through the air. She shook her head as she tried to clear it when she walked back inside the castle.

“Hello.” A heavy voice startled her. She turned her head and saw Viktor Krum walking beside her. “I’m Viktor.”

“Oh, uhm, hi. I’m Hermione.”

“Her-my-own.” He tried to say her name. She wanted to correct him but gave him a small smile in return as they walked further in to the castle. “Van I azk you a qvuiston?”

“Of course you may.”

“Vould you like to go tvo the ball vith me?” He asked as they stopped at the bottom of the staircases. Hermione’s eyes went big as she looked at the Bulgarian.

“Oh. I-I don’t know.” She said biting her lip. Her hopes still on another.

“Iz okay. You vhink avout it. Let me know.”

“Thank you, Viktor. I’ll let you know as soon as possible.” Viktor smiled and gave her a small bow before heading back to the castle doors.

Fred and George were in their dormitory searching for their sweets for the skiving boxes as they looked around the room.

“I thought you were going to ask Granger?” George asked with his head in his trunk searching for the fainting pastilles.

“I am! I’m just waiting for the perfect moment.”

“If you wait to long someone else is going to ask her.”

Fred huffed at his brother. “Ronald is to chicken to ask her.”

“Ron probably is but there are others who want to ask her.”

“Who? And how do you know?” He asked when George emerged from his trunk.

“Terry Boot from Ravenclaw so I’ve heard.” He stood up and pocketed the sweets. “Come on. Let’s head downstairs for dinner.” He wrapped his arm around Fred’s shoulders and guided him out. “Think Lee asked Alicia yet?”

“Doubtful. If he hasn’t asked by next week, I think she will ask him.” Fred laughed as they travelled down the stairs.

“Hey, sis. Everything alright?” Fred asked as Ginny was biting her nails as she paced the common room.

“Hmm? What?” She asked shaking her thoughts before looking up.

“Are you okay?” George asked worried.

“Yes, fine. It’s just the yule ball.”

“What happened? Did your date cancel? I’m going to kill him.” Fred looked around the common room. “Who is it?!”

“No, Fred, my date is fine. It’s Hermione.”

“What about her?” George asked intrigued.

“Someone asked her to the yule ball earlier today.”

“What?” Fred croaked. He cleared his throat and tried to act like it didn’t sting. “Who is she going with?”

“Not sure. She wouldn’t tell me who but she didn’t say yes, she told him she’d think about it.”

“Why does she need to think about it?” George inquired, glancing at Fred in the corner of his eye.

“She said she doesn’t really know the guy but maybe she waiting for someone else to ask her.” Ginny said glancing at Ron, who was playing chess against Seamus.

“Yeah… maybe she waiting for someone else to ask her.” George grinned at his twin. “Where is Hermione? Is she still at dinner?”

“No, she ate rather quickly and told us she was heading to –“

“The library.” The three of them said simultaneously.

“We’re off to dinner before it disappears.”

“Better hurry.” Ginny said glancing at the clock on the wall. She turned to look back at the twins but they were already out the door.

George had pushed Fred out the doors of the castle and called. “Ask her. Now!” And he disappeared back inside the castle. When he reached the quidditch pitch, he saw Hermione’s blue flames lighting up the Gryffindor stands. He looked around and walked over to the storage room and picked out a school broom. It was old and the twigs pointed in every direction but still he mounted the broom and pushed himself off. He flew behind the stands and watched as Hermione was focused on the book on her lap. He pointed his wand at her book and several pages flipped over.

“Fred? George? Where are you?”

“Just me. Dear old Fred.” He grinned, still floating in the air behind her. She quickly turned and smiled as he dropped down and sat next to her.

“What are you doing here?”

“There is something I wanted to ask you. Two things actually.”

“Two things?” She asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Yes. Well… the first one is.” He nervously rubbed his neck. “I wanted to ask you for about a week but always chickened out. So here it goes.” Taking in a deep breath. “Would you like to go to the ball with me?”

Hermione smiled widely as she looked at Fred. She grabbed his hand gently in hers. “I would love to.”

“Really?”

“Really.” She summoned her Gryffindor courage and leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, making them both blush. “So, the second one?”

“Hmmm? Second one?” He asked still dazed as he could still feel her lips on his cheek.

“You had two questions for me remember?” She chuckled.

“Oh, right.” He stood up and offered his hand. She immediately accepted it and he pulled her up. “Would like to join me for flight?” He asked as he pulled the broom between them. Hermione looked down at the broom and back up to him a couple of times. “I would hold you close to me.”

“Well… How can I say no to that?” She grinned nervously. Fred beamed at her, which made her heart beat uncontrollably fast. She climbed on the broom in front of Fred and like he promised he held her tight to his chest, one arm on the broom and the other firmly around her waist.

“Here we go, love.” He whispered in her ear as they took off. She smiled as she leaned against him, trusting him completely as he took her over the lake.

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Battle Wounds & A Favor

A favor, a twin and a wedding. How will everything go when Hermione asks George for a favor but he isn't available and Fred volunteers. The man she doesn't really know.. he's just the twin of her best friend.

George.

She is going to ask George. She thought to herself as she paced back and forward in her kitchen. George is the more sensible one. I trust him, he's calmer, thinks before he acts. Unlike his twin, a complete wild card that one.

Hermione grew close with George after the war when Fred was in a coma for well over a year. She didn't go back to school but studied for her NEWT's at the hospital to keep an eye on George and Fred. George helped her study during this time, and she pushed him out of the hospital once in a while so he could take care of himself. Her friendship with him was close, very close, like siblings. Fred was different. He still doesn't get how they became such close friends over that short period of time. Fred tried to be nice to her, friendly but it wasn't the same. Fred still teased her or wouldn't consider her feelings when he did or say something. George lectured his twin more than once about it and he settled down but still...

George definitely George. She decided and nodded her head.

She grabbed her wand from the counter and apparated in the twins living room. She turned when she heard a thump behind her. Fred lay spread out on the ground, glaring up at her.

“Merlin, Granger!” He grumbled as he climbed back up the sofa. “Can you come in a bit louder?! I was sleeping.”

“It's two in the afternoon, Weasley.” Hermione rolled her eyes as she scanned the room. “Where is George?”

“Out. Why?”

“I need to ask him something.” She bit her lip as she strolled to the kitchen for a cup of tea. “When will he be back?”

“An hour or so, I think. Sure it's not something I can help you with?” Fred gave his lopsided grin as he leaned on the counter.

Hermione looked up from the teapot and stared at him for a moment. “No. I'll wait for George.”

“Fine by me.” He shrugged and headed back to the sofa. “I'll just continue my nap then.”

Hermione finished her tea and walked back to the living room where he already had fallen asleep. She picked up his legs and sat down, his legs resting on her lap. She took one of the twins’ books from the coffee table and started reading. After about 45 minutes, the front door opened, and George walked in carrying a large carton box.

“Hermione, love. For what do we owe the pleasure?” George asked when his eyes landed on her. “No stay seated, wouldn't want to wake up old Freddie boy now, would we?”

“No better not. I already woke him up when I came here.” She chuckled as George dropped the box on the dining table and crossed the room to take a seat in front of her. “I wanted to ask you for a favor.”

“Miss Granger asking me for a favor. Should I be worried?” George teased.

“No, it's just... you know Harry and Ginny's wedding is next Saturday, right?” He nodded. “I just found out Marc is going to be there.”

George tensed up when she said his name. Marc was her ex; they were together for eight months. She broke up with him when she found out he was cheating on her for half of their relationship.

“Why is he coming? Harry knows what he did to you.” George growled through gritted teeth.

“He's seeing Tessa, Ginny's teammate. So, he's her plus one.”

“Can't Ha-”

“No, George. I don't want to make it more difficult than it already is.”

George look said that he didn't agree but he let it go. “So, the favor?”

“I was wondering if you could be my plus one.” She asked nervously as she fumbled with her sleeve. “You're my best friend and I don't want to face him alone.”

George cursed. “I wish I could, Hermione. If you asked me two days ago, I would've said yes. But I asked Katie yesterday.” George sighed as he rubbed his face.

“Oh- no don't worry about it. You just have a great time.” She gave him a strained smile as she tried to get up.

“Wait. Why don't you ask Fred. He's going stag.”

Hermione frowned as she finally freed herself from Fred legs looking at George before glancing over the sleeping twin. “No- no that's okay. I'll figure something out. Thanks anyway.” She gave him a peck on the cheek. “I'll see you later.”

And she apparated out.

“You can open your eyes now, she's gone.” George grinned as his brother shot up.

“Why doesn't she want me to go with her?” Fred asked as he stared at his twin.

“Fred... you know why. It's not like you two are that close. She wants somebody to help her through the wedding with that git Marc coming.”

“I tried to -”

“No, you didn't, Freddie. You always saw her as that little know-it-all, best friends with ickle Ronniekens. But she's more than that, she has become one of my best friends. You know she had a hard time with the breakup, she stayed here for over a week. And how many times did you really talk to her?”

Fred flopped back, resting his head on the back of the sofa, staring at the ceiling. “You're right, I'm sorry. It's just ever since I woke up everything has been so different. I just wanted something to stay the same and I took it out on her.”

“I know it must be hard for you, but it's been over a year and a half since you woke up. You should have gotten used to her by now.”

“Yeah.” Fred sighed before he suddenly jumped up. “I'll go talk to her.”

“Thanks Freddie and... good luck.” He grinned and clapped his back. Fred grimaced for a moment before he took out his wand.

“Uhm... George? I don't know where she lives.”

“Use the floo, it's connected.”

Fred made his way over to the fireplace and called out Hermione's flat as he threw some floo powder at his feet. He stepped out of the fireplace in a spacious apartment. On his left where large windows letting in the natural light. A brown leather couch stood in the middle of the living room surrounded by two love seats, and a giant bookcase covered the wall behind it.

“Grang- Hermione?” Fred called out. He heard her footsteps coming from the kitchen. She stopped at the doorway as she saw it was him that called her.

“Fred? What are you doing here?”

“I-” He said while he rubbed his neck. “Can we sit down for a moment?”

“Yeah, sure.” She said uncertain as her confused look was still locked on him. Hermione sat down on the leather couch while Fred took the love seat on her left. “So...”

“Yeah, well... I'm sorry.”

“Sorry? Sorry about what?” She asked confused.

“I'm sorry about how I acted towards you. To your friendship with George. When I woke up everything had changed. And couldn't understand that George grew so close to you, the best friend of our little brother. And I just wanted something to stay the same. I know it wasn't fair to you, so I'm sorry. And if you still want to, I would like to get to know you.”

“Oh. Fred, you don't have to. It's not because I'm friends with George, that we have to be.”

“But I want to. Or at least try to.” He looked at her hopeful. She sighed as she gave in.

“Fine. How do you plan to start?”

“I thought I would ask you to accompany me to wonder boy's wedding.”

“You heard me?” She asked a bit accusatory.

“Yeah.” He smiled sheepishly at her.

“Right...” She grumbled. “Okay, I'll go with you.”

“Brilliant. Meet me at the burrow Saturday at noon?”

“Sure.” She tried to smile optimistic as Fred leaped out from his seat.

“Bye, Granger.” She waved and disappeared in the floo.

Hermione groaned as she flopped on her stomach. “This is George's doing.” She mumbled in a pillow.

Hermione apparated to the burrow Saturday morning as she promised Ginny to help her get ready. Molly was busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek as she said good morning and climbed the stairs.

“Hi, Ginny.” She smiled as she entered the youngest one's room. Ginny was sitting in front of a makeup table while Fleur kept busy with her hair. “Hey, Fleur.”

“Hermione! Thank Merlin, you are here.” Ginny let out a breath of relief. “Can you check on Harry for me, please? Fleur already finished my makeup and is almost done with my hair. But I want to know if Harry is alright.”

“Sure, Gin. I'll pop over to Grimmauld. I'll be right back.”

“Thanks. Make sure he doesn't run away.”

Hermione chuckled at the red head. “Never in a million years would he run away from this day. I think he's more excited than you are.”

“I don't know about that.” Fleur chimed in at the glowing Ginny. Hermione smiled at the two before heading back downstairs.

When she floo’d over to Grimmauld, she already heard the boys’ voices coming from upstairs. She smiled as she walked up the stairs. She entered the newly renovated bathroom and saw Harry, Ron, George, Fred, Charlie and Percy standing in front of the mirror adjusting their robes. Hermione leaned against the door frame as she watched the boys fussing over their hair and clothes. She bit on her lip trying to hold in her laugh but failed miserably. Her laugh escaped and all the boys turned to her wide eyed.

George was the first to recover and smiled broadly at her. “Hermione love. What are you doing here?” He asked as he picked her up and twirled her around before giving her a peck on the cheek.

“Ginny asked me to check on the chosen one. To see if he's not getting cold feet.” She chuckled as she looked past George to Harry. Harry smiled at her before he wrapped his arms around her.

“You look very handsome, Harry.” She smiled at him as they parted.

“Oi! What about us!?” George and Charlie yelled. Ron, Percy and Harry rolled their eyes while Fred looked a bit uncomfortable between her and George.

“Well, you all look handsome, but Harry here is the groom.” Hermione glanced around the room once more. “Where is Bill?”

“He'll meet us at the burrow. With Fleur going over to help Ginny get ready he's taking care of little Vic.” Charlie said as he walked up and kissed her cheek.

“I should be heading back. I can tell Ginny the good news.” She winked at Harry. “I need get to ready myself.”

“You look beautiful just the way you are, love.” Charlie gave her a cheeky wink.

“Yeah, right.” She rolled her eyes. “I don't think Ginny will like it if I were standing next to her wearing jeans and an old shirt. I'll see you boys in an hour.” She smiled and headed out the room.

When she got ready, wearing an old rose floor length halter dress, with a deep cut back and a split that stopped at her thigh, she checked on Ginny who looked absolutely gorgeous in her white strapless mermaid wedding dress, pearls sewn across the bustier.

“Ooh, Ginny. I think Harry might faint when he sees you.”

“You think he'll like it?”

“He will love it!” She walked over and wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tight.

“I'm sorry, Hermione.” Ginny said as they parted. She continued when she saw her confused look. “About Marc. When I found out, it was too late to decline.”

“It's okay, Gin. I'll make it through.”

“Do you have a date?”

“Sort of.” She sighed as she flopped down Ginny's bed. “Fred is taking me.”

“Fred? Didn't you ask George?”

“I did but he already asked Katie.”

“Oh, I'm sure it won't be that bad.” Ginny waved her hand in the air.

“Let's hope not.” Hermione chuckled. “Come on, let's get downstairs. I just saw the boys arrive.”

“By the way... You look beautiful, Hermione.” Ginny said as she checked her over once again as they walked down the stairs arm in arm.

“Thank you.” They stepped in the living room, and she saw Harry, Charlie, George and Fred standing there. Hermione's eyes widened as she pushed Ginny back out.

“Wha- Hermione?!”

“Ginny, wait in the kitchen. Harry's here.” She heard Ginny grumble as she shuffles away.

“Harry!” She yelled and all the men turned to look at her. All of their mouths dropped open one by one. “You almost ruined it. I had to push Ginny out just now before you caught a glimpse of her.” Hermione saw their shocked faces and looked behind her. “What are you all looking at?”

“At you, love. You look absolutely gorgeous.” George smiled as he twirled her around. “A shame I see you as my sister.” He winked. Hermione chuckled as she slapped his chest. Then Harry took her hand and twirled her around under his arm.

“George is right, you look stunning.” Harry smiled at her.

“Beautiful.” As she's passed to Charlie. With one last twirl, she ended up in Fred's arms. She looked up at him and saw him staring down at her. He looked a bit uncomfortable before he cleared his throat.

“Not bad for a bookworm.” He saw his twin glare at him in the corner of his eye while Hermione took a step back, frowning. “Sorry, old habits. You look nice.”

He heard his brothers and Harry scoff but ignored them. Hermione gave him a strained smile before walking to the kitchen.

“Ouch!” Fred yelped as his brother slapped his head.

“Try harder.” George grumbled and followed Hermione to the kitchen. Leaving Fred staring at his retreating back.

Hermione was standing next to Ginny as she exchanged her vows. Hermione's eyes wandered over the crowd and stiffened when she saw Marc sitting in the fourth row with Tessa, watching her intently. She looked away quickly and her eyes found George. George immediately saw her stiffened figure and looked behind him. His hands clenched as he found the target. Fred noticed his twins’ change in behavior and followed his gaze before he looked at Hermione. Hermione had already turned her attention back to the bride and groom, but he saw her fingernails dig into her palm.

After the ceremony, Fred walked up to her to offer his arm as they made their way to their table. Fred shot daggers at that Marc kid when they passed as Hermione looked the other way. When they reached the table, George and Katie were already sitting there.

“Hi Katie, you look beautiful.” She smiled as she sat down.

“Me? Look at you. Have you seen the way the men looked at you?” Katie grinned at the girl. Hermione blushed a bit as she took a drink from the table. “Even that git Marc, his mouth fell to the floor. That girl he's with had to nudge him to give her attention.” Katie laughed and Hermione grinned at that.

“Oh, it's the first dance.” George said as he looked over at the dance floor. Soon his parents followed, along with Ron and Leanne, Katie's friend. George stood up and offered his hand to Katie who smiled and took it, finding their way to the dance floor. She saw Marc and Tessa join the dance party and Hermione gripped her glass tighter.

“Hey.” Fred started and laid his hand on hers. “Let's go make him jealous, alright?”

“You don't have to, Fred. I'm fine.”

“No, you're not. And believe me, I don't mind. I quite like dancing.” He grinned as he pulled her up. “Now let's go.”

Hermione let him pull her to the others and Fred placed one hand on her waist and the other in her hand. They moved slowly to the music, twirling her every once in a while. Neither said anything as it felt awkward, like they were mandatory to dance together. After a twirl Fred pulled her closer and her eyes widened in question.

“He's watching.” He whispered in her ear. Hermione had a chance to glance over to him as they turned on the beat of the music. “Want to give him a show?”

“What d-?” Her question was interrupted by Fred's lips on hers. It was just a chaste kiss, nothing major.

“Ha! He's turning red.” Fred grinned as he took a risk to glance over her head. He looked back down at her smiling. “His girlfriend doesn't look so happy about his reaction.”

“Can I take over?” George tapped on Fred's shoulder. Fred looked at his twin and nodded taking Katie's hand and twirled her around the tent.

“I'm sorry about Fred. I told him to be nice to you, not just kiss you in the middle of the tent.”

“It was just a graze really. It was to make Marc jealous.” She shrugged as she looked up at one of her best friends.

“What's wrong?” George asked worried as he saw a line form between her brows.

“It's just... You and Fred are so alike and yet so different. I feel safe with you, at home but with Fred it's awkward and distant. I want to be friends with him for your sake, but I don't know if it will ever happen, George.”

George pulled her closer and she leaned her head on his chest. “It's okay. Whether you are friends or just acquaintances, it doesn't matter, as long as I have both of you on my side, I'm happy.”

Hermione sighed as they slow danced together. When the song ended Hermione made her way back to the table and Fred soon followed.

“Do you want something to drink?” He asked awkwardly.

“Fire whiskey, please. I need it to make it through the night.”

Fred gave her a weird smile before he walked over to the bar. Hermione waited at the table watching the others dance happily in front of her. Bill twirling his wife grinning like a man in love, while Molly and Arthur were slow dancing, sweetly wrapped around each other. Over fifteen minutes had passed, and Fred still wasn't back. She looked over at the bar and saw him flirting with one of the girls of Ginny's quidditch team. Hermione rolled her eyes and looked the other way. But she shouldn't have done that. Her eyes instantly met Marc's. Marc who was standing alone against the tent pushed himself off and wandered over her. Hermione looked around in panic, but couldn't find someone to save her. She was about to stand up when he reached her table.

“Mi love.” He smiled as he sat down, using his nickname for her.

“Marc.” She answered coolly.

“I see your date is occupied.” He nudged his head in Fred's direction. Hermione took a risk and looked over her shoulder. Fred was kissing the girl after he agreed to be her “date” for the night.

“It seems so.” She answered through greeted teeth. Marc placed his hand on hers which made her jump a little.

“Mi love, he's not worth your time.” He said in his charming voice.

“And you are?” She scoffed and folded her arms over her chest.

“I made mistakes... but I still love you.” He directed her gaze to him when his finger nudged her chin. “You look breath-taking.” He breathed and he leaned in. Hermione kissed him for a second before pushing him away and jumped up. In the corner of her eye, she saw several red heads making their way over to her. She slapped his cheek and ran out of the tent. Ignoring the people that called her name.

“I asked you one thing!” George yelled at his brother after Hermione had disappeared. George had marched right up to Fred and pushed the little bimbo out of his way to glare at his twin.

“What are you on about? Hermione is just sitting at the table while I got drinks.”

“Oh, really?” He asked sarcastically. “Then where is she?”

Fred looked over at their table, which was now completely empty. His gaze searched the room but he couldn't find her.

“See? When you were here flirting and snogging some bint while you supposed to be Hermione's date FYI, Marc came over to her. I don't know what he said but he tried to kiss her. She slapped him before she stormed out. None of us can find her. And that's because of you! You had only one thing to do tonight! To keep Hermione company, to keep her away from that git and maybe crack a joke or two to keep her mind away from him. But no, it was simply too much to ask!”

“George, I-” Fred didn't know what to say, he never heard his twin yell at him like that. In the corner of his eye he saw several of his siblings glaring at him.

“No,-” George sighed and took in a deep breath. “I don't want to hear it, maybe you should just go.” He waved his hand at the entrance of the tent and stormed off, back to his date. Fred stood in shock for a minute, trying to organize his thoughts. He was so lost in his head that he didn't notice the bird from earlier coming back to him, smiling.

“Fred?” She asked sweetly and traced patterns on his arm. Fred came back to reality and looked at the girl. “Wanna get out of here?” she asked suggestively.

“No.” Fred took a step back, looking at the girl he didn't even know the name of. “I got to go.” And he walked out of the tent.

Hermione didn't apparate home, she hid behind the big oak tree on the edge of the garden. She sat there in silence, taking big gulps straight from the bottle of fire whiskey she had summoned from the tent. She had put a disillusionment on herself so no one could spot her in the dark. She heard her name calling from several of the Weasleys and Harry, but she ignored them as she looked at the clear sky full of stars. After half an hour later, the shouting stopped, and she relaxed against the tree.

Why did I listen to George. I knew taking Fred would have been a bad idea. I need to follow my instincts. She thought to herself as she took another big gulp from the bottle.

“I know you're here.” A voice came from the dark. “I hear the bottle sloshing.”

Hermione saw Fred appear in the moonlight but stayed quiet as she just looked at the man in front of her, only two meters away. Maybe if she sat very still, he would go away.

“I'm not going away, Hermione. So tell me where you are or make yourself visible before I accio you.”

Hermione tried to hold back a snort, but he heard it. He looked around and his eyes fell on her, or just right next to her. Fred grinned and took out his wand.

“Accio Her-”

“Fine.” She called out before she came flying through the air. “Fine.” She sighed and made herself visible with a simple wave of her wand. She looked up at Fred who smiled that his plan had worked. “Now, what do you want? The last time I saw you, you were quite busy.”

Fred smiled disappeared as he walked closer and sat down next to her, leaning against the tree. Hermione shuffled a bit to the other side when his knee bumped hers.

“I'm sorry.”

“You're sorry a lot.” She grumbled as she looked at her feet.

“I know.” He sighed before his head turned to her. “But I am sorry. Not only for tonight but for everything I said or did since I woke up. I know I said it earlier but I really mean it.” Fred took in a deep breath as he rested his head on his arms that leaned on his knees. “So... for the get to know each other part...”

“Yes?” Hermione asked with a frown.

“Pfft, okay. Don't really know where to start, only George knows this.”

“And you want to tell me?”

“I just want to explain about what happened tonight.”

“Alright..”

“I don't know if you've seen me since the wall. I mean seen my scars.”

Hermione shook her head and whispered. “No, when the healers came, George and I were ushered out of the room.”

“Well... it left some big scars that will never heal. They are all over my torso and my back. And I had some bad experiences with girls that left the moment they saw me, my scars.” Hermione swallowed hard as he explained what happened to him, what the girls did to him. “So, when this girl showed her interest, I hoped you know...”

“She would see past your scars.”

“Yeah... But I'm so sorry that I left you alone. I saw you tense up at the ceremony when you saw him. I should never have left you.”

“No, you shouldn't have.” She whispered as she looked back up at the stars. “But I forgive you.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I kind of know where you're coming from.”

“How so?”

Hermione ignored his question as she took the same position as Fred and stared back up in the night. Fred watched her for a moment before he followed her gaze. They sat there in silence, not an awkward silence but comfortable one.

“Can I see them?” Hermione asked softly as she turned her head on her knees to look at him. Fred bit his lip as he took in a deep breath before standing up. He offered his hands and slowly pulled her up to her feet. Fred shook of his blazer and Hermione hung it on the tree as she transfigured a branch in to a small coat rack. Fred fumbled with his buttons nervously as he tried to open them. Hermione placed her hand on his and he looked up from his shirt into her big brown eyes.

“You don't have to.” She whispered.

“I want to.” He gave her a reassuring smile but his hand still trembled.

“May I?” She asked as she pointed at his buttons. He gave her a nervous nod and she unbuttoned his shirt completely. He shrugged the material of his shoulders and watched the young witch in front of him as she reached over and gently touched his chest. Her fingers grazed over the scars as her eyes where fixed on his chest. Fred waited... waited for the horror, the shock to strike her face but it never came. After a few moments her soft brown eyes looked up with a little smile.

“Just as handsome as you were back in school.” She whispered in the moonlight. Fred didn't know what to do, what to say. He just looked at her shocked, before he had time to recover himself, she pulled out her wand. “I want to show you something.”

She waved the wand over her head and after a few seconds small lines started to appear on her arms, her chest. Fred took in a deep breath as he reached over and touched a scar on her upper arm.

“Hermione.” He whispered as his thumb gently rubbed the scar.

“We all have our scars, our memories. Our nightmares.” She whispered the last one so softly he nearly missed it. He looked back down to her arm and traced his hand down when Hermione stiffened. He looked up worried and searched her big brown eyes. She bit her lip nervously before she turned her arm. Fred looked back down and clenched his teeth as he saw the scar that read, mudblood .

“Who? When?” He whispered as he softly traced the scar. Hermione took in a deep breath as his finger went over it.

“Bellatrix. A few weeks before the battle. She – she tortured me, tried to get information.” She looked up and saw his face full of anger, teeth clenched and his chest going faster up and down trying to control his breathing. “Only Harry, Ron and George know about it. And Fleur. We went to the cottage after it happened. She healed me as much as she could but the blade Bellatrix used was cursed.”

“George knows?”

“I made him promise not to tell, Fred.”

“It's okay. I'm so sorry. I never knew what you've been through that year.”

Hermione surprised herself when she took a step forward and wrapped her arms around his waist; head resting on his bare chest. Fred recovered from the shock quickly and put his arms around her, holding her close.

“You never asked.” She mumbled in his chest. Fred froze when she said that because he knew she was right. He never tried to get to know her. He never tried to really talk to her. He gently pushed her away and looked down at her.

“I know.” He took her hand in his and led her back down on the ground against the tree. He pulled his shirt back over his head and looked sideways at the girl who had tears in her eyes. “Let's change that. What about 20 questions?”

Hermione chuckled as she wrapped her arms around her knees. “Sure. You start.”

“Hmm, okay. Let start light. What is your favorite color?”

“Blue, yours?”

“Red, Gryffindor red.” He grinned. “What do you want to do for work?”

“I thought we were starting easy.” She chuckled and shoved him, he simply gave a her a shrug and a grin for an answer. “I don't know really. I finished my NEWT's.” And aced them. Fred interjected. “But I don't know. I used to want to work for the ministry but now... I don't know.”

“That's okay, Hermione.” He draped his arm over her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Just remember do what you love.”

“Like you?” She grinned at him.

“Exactly.”

“Does your family know?”

“No.” He knew she talked about the scars by the way she looked at him. “Only George and now you. Did Marc know?”

“I showed him after a couple of months of dating. It was right after that he started cheating.”

“I'm gonna kill him.” Fred grumbled and made a move to stand up. Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him down.

“Fred, let it go.” Fred turned to her looking angry. “Please.”

Fred's face softened as he saw her pleading look. “Fine. Your turn.”

“What's your favorite prank?”

Fred beamed at that question and didn't have to think long to tell her his favorite story. The twenty questions didn't stop at 20. They continued as they talked and laughed at the things they've done. Passing the bottle of fire whiskey between them. And for the first time ever, really getting to know each other. Fred was cackling so loud when she told him she punched Malfoy in her third year.

“I wish I could've seen his face.” He managed to get out between laughs. When he finally calmed down he stood up and pulled her up. “We should get back before they get even more worried. We can continue this in the tent.”

“Yeah, besides our bottle is empty.” She grinned as she shook the empty bottle between them. “Did George give you an ear full?” She asked as they made their way back to the tent.

“You have no idea. He never yelled at me like that before. But I'm glad he did because now I'm getting to know the real Hermione Granger.”

“So I'm not just the know-it-all little bookworm anymore?” She asked. Fred snapped his head to look at her but saw her grinning up at him.

“No, definitely not.” They laughed as they entered the tent. All of the Weasleys found them immediately looking shocked at the laughing duo. George walked over with Ginny in a hurry.

“Hermione, are you okay?” The two Weasleys asked concerned before they glared at Fred.

“I'm fine.” She smiled at the pair. “Fred and I had a talk. We're good.”

George frowned as he looked between the two of them. Hermione took a step forward and placed her hand on his arm.

“Georgie..” George stopped glaring at his brother and looked down. “Fred apologized. Really apologized.”

“Alright. Thanks for getting her back to the party, Freddie.” He smiled at his brother and clapped his back before he took Hermione's hand. “I believe I didn't have the pleasure of a dance?”

“Alright, but nothing too crazy, George.” She chuckled.

“Me?” He said in mock hurt. “I wouldn't dare.”

“Sure, you don't.” Ginny and Fred laughed. George stuck his tongue out before leading Hermione to the dance floor.

“Are you sure everything is okay? Bill and Charlie kicked Marc out the second you disappeared.” He asked as they swayed slowly on the beat.

“Yes.” She gave his hand a squeeze. “Fred- he actually told me about his scars.”

“He-he did?” George asked bewildered. Hermione gave him a sad nod.

“He showed them to me and told me what happened when some girls saw them.” George bit his lip as he searched for his twin in the crowd. His twin was watching them as he drank a glass of fire whiskey. Fred met his gaze and gave him a small smile, knowing well enough what they were talking about.

“I told him about Malfoy manor.” George head snapped back to her, eyes wide. “I showed him my scars. And told him what happened between me and Marc.”

“You never told anyone but me about Marc.”

“Yeah... after we showed each other the scars, we did twenty questions and it got serious quickly.”

“I can't believe you told one another all of that.”

“I don't know about Fred. But I want to be friends with him, real friends, for you. I know how much it hurts you, that your two best friends don’t get along.”

“And neither of us want to hurt you.” A voice came from behind them. George looked over her head and she turned to see Fred standing behind her grinning. “Can I cut in twin-o-mine?”

“Uhm, yeah sure. I'm gonna find Katie.” He smiled awkwardly and shuffled away, leaving Hermione in Fred's arms.

“I thought we could continue our twenty questions.” He said before adding his lopsided grin.

“I think we're past twenty questions.” She laughed.

“Maybe.” He shrugged nonchalantly, still smiling. “But I like to continue.”

“Who's turn was it?” She asked as he twirled her around.

“You start.”

“Hmm okay. Can I start serious again?” She asked looking up at him. He gave a shrug, letting her know she could continue. “Angelina... didn't you two have relationship before the war?”

“We did. But you know war, we drifted apart and when I woke up, she moved on.”

“I'm sorry.”

“I'm over it.” He shrugged. Hermione gave him a pointed look that made him sigh. “Yeah, it was hard at first, seeing I missed over a year of everyone's life, but I couldn't expect her to wait for me. Especially after we weren't really together anymore.”

“But still...”

“The only thing that mattered the most was George being there. That he never left my side.”

“He didn't. I had to drag him out to take a shower or sleep in his own bed every couple of days.”

“I'm sure I would have been the same if it was the other way around. So... you never accompanied him in the shower or his bed?” Fred asked jokingly waggling his eyebrows. Hermione laughed loudly throwing her head back, making him beam.

“No, George is my best friend, my brother. That would be so weird.” Her laughter subsided as she shook her head.

“You're gathering attention.” Fred whispered as he pulled her closer, pointing at several Weasleys that danced around them.

“I think everyone is just really surprised we're hanging out, laughing none the less.”

“Hmm. Probably my fault it's that big of a surprise. But I kind of like making you laugh that loud. I think I finally see the side George sees, or even Harry and Ron.” He grinned as he dipped her low, hovering close to her face.

“George actually knows a side of me Harry and Ron don't.” She grinned as he pulled her back up.

“Hmm, maybe I can find that side too.”

“Maybe.” Her eyes glanced over George who still watched them closely before her gaze fell on Ron who was dancing with Leanne. Fred followed her gaze before turning back to her.

“I always thought you and Ron would've ended up together.”

“I think people expected us to do so. We kissed at the battle you know.” Fred's eyebrows disappeared behind his hair. “But it was just awkward and weird. Probably the same if I kissed George or Harry. They are my family.”

“Yeah, I wouldn't want to kiss any of them either.” He chuckled, Hermione joined in. “My turn... Did you have a relationship before Marc?”

“Before Marc, I had a short thing going with a healer from the hospital since I was always there. And in school... just Viktor, really. Tell me something you never told anyone.”

“That's not really a question but alright..” He grinned before he leaned closer to her ear. “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight.” Hermione blushed at his compliment. “Your turn, same 'question'.

“Oh; uhm..” Hermione looked down at their feet when she spoke up. “I'm jealous of you.”

“Jealous?” Fred asked surprised.

“Yeah, of you and George to be precise. You two know exactly what you wanted to do with your life and succeeded just after your eighteenth birthday. I just wish I knew what I wanted to do.”

“Hermione, you're just turned 21, you have plenty of time to figure out what you want. Just choose something you love, something you don't mind waking up for.”

“Thanks, Fred. I think we're a bit out of tune.” She grinned as she saw the other dancing crazy around them while they still swayed slowly; the tent was getting emptier by the minute.

“I didn't notice.” He grinned before he spun her around one more time and let go of her hand. When she turned back, Fred was dancing as crazy as his twin. Hermione laughed at him before she danced towards Ginny. Now all the Weasleys, plus dates, were dancing wildly around each other, laughing when they passed the girls to all of the Weasley men.

The first ones to depart was the newlywed couple as they flew off to their honeymoon. Then followed by Arthur and Molly, together with Bill and Fleur who wanted to go back to their daughter. Hermione made her way to the bar and ordered everyone who was still there a drink. When she arrived at the group, she placed a bottle of fire whiskey on the table alongside the glasses.

“Where is Ron?” She asked as she flopped down between the twins.

“I saw him and Leanne sneaking away a minute ago.” Katie giggled. George looked surprised at his date as she never giggled.

“Maybe you shouldn't drink anymore, love.” George laughed as Katie's head fell down on the table.

“Girl can't hold her liquor.” Fred grinned as she started to snore.

“Not like our Hermione here.” Charlie chuckled as he sat across from her. Charlie saw the questioning look on Fred's face and explained further. “Once, we did a drinking game and while all of us were sloshed or passed out, she just kept going.”

“Really?” Fred asked surprised looking back at Hermione. “And what do tell, was the purpose of the game?”

“Just some truth or dare.” George shrugged.

“You were there? Where was I?”

“It was over a year ago, a couple of weeks before you woke up. My little Granger here got me out for the first time.”

“Practically had to bound him to get him to come.” Hermione laughed. “But I was right, wasn't I?”

“Maybe..” George grumbled making Charlie laugh and Fred feeling left out.

“George.”

“Fine, fine. I had a great time.” George stuck out his tongue.

“Mature, very mature.” Hermione grinned.

“Well, it looks like it's dead in here. I'm off to bed.” Charlie pushed his chair back as he stood up. “Good night, little brothers, ladies.” He tipped his head at Hermione and chuckled at the sleeping girl and headed out the tent.

“I better get her back to the flat so she can sleep it off. Hermione, you can sleep over if you want. I made the guest bedroom just in case.”

“Thanks, George. Pancakes in the morning?”

“Since you and Fred are finally getting along, I could whip some up for you.”

“Oi! What about me?” Fred called over her head.

“You can help.” George grinned as he picked up Katie easily in his arms. “Are you two coming?” He asked looking down at the two.

“We'll just finish the bottle and we're right behind you.”

“Okay, goodnight. See you tomorrow.”

“How in Merlin's name are you not drunk?” Fred slurred over his words as they walked over the burrow's garden, bottle in his hand.

“I am.” She chuckled. “But not as far gone as you. It's when I mix, everything goes sideways.” Fred tripped and dragged her down with him as he had his arm around her shoulder. “AAAHH!” She screamed as she fell on top of him. “Fred!”

“Sorry. Hermione, love? Can you put your elbow somewhere else.” He groaned as her arm landed on his ribs.

“Oh.” She moved her arm and was now leaning over him as he was still spread out on the grass. Fred's eyes locked on hers and they stared at each other for a god knows how long. Fred reached over and brushed her hair out of her face.

“Oh, hello, miss Granger. Fancy seeing you here.” He grinned up at her, she rolled her eyes at him. “As I do say so myself, you are the most beautiful girl I laid my eyes on tonight.”

“I doubt that.” She scoffed and tried to stand up but Fred had wrapped his arms around her, holding her in place.

“Granger.” He whispered.

“Weasley.” She whispered back. Fred reached his hand up again and grazed her cheek. He slowly lifted his head up and kissed her lightly. When he pulled back, Hermione instinctively bent down to capture his lips again. It felt... natural, not awkward or weird but like their lips had been waiting to touch each other for years. Fred pulled her closer to him, one hand on her waist while the other found it's way in her hair. The hand Hermione was leaning on was moved when Fred pulled her closer. One on his chest while the other cupped his cheek. Their kiss deepened quickly, and Fred rolled them around without breaking their kiss, so she was pinned beneath him. One hand supported his weight as the other traced down her side.

“Fred.” Hermione breathed his name as she pulled back. “We better get going.”

“Hmm.” Fred kissed her again and again.

“Before someone spots us. The burrow is right there.”

Fred groaned as he pulled back. “You're right.” He stood up and pulled her with him. “Let's sneak in and floo over to the flat.”

Fred slowly opened the kitchen door and dragged her with him, still holding her hand. He stopped suddenly when they reached the hallway, hearing a creak upstairs.

“Shh.” Fred placed his finger on his lips as he looked towards the stairs. Once he thought it was save he quickly entered the living room and stepped in the fireplace, and they floo'd to the flat together.

When they reached the flat, they stumbled out, nearly falling to the ground again.

“Shh, little Granger. You'll wake up Georgie.”

“Hey, only George calls me that.” She chuckled as slipped off her shoes. Fred kissed her again when her shoes fell to the ground.

“Then I need to find my own nickname for you.” He said between the kisses that he planted on her neck.

“Hmm.” She hummed as she titled her head back. “We should head to bed.”

Fred pulled back and kicked of his shoes before heading in the hallway. He stopped at his door and leaned against it looking at Hermione as he rubbed his neck nervously.

“So which bed were you referring to?”

Hermione gave him a seductive smile as she stepped closer leaning into him. She reached her hand out and turned the knob of the door at the same moment she kissed him. When the door clicked open, she pushed him inside and closed the door behind her with her bare foot. Fred then pushed her against the door and kissed her passionately. The glamour on her scars started to fade and he started kissing every visible scar he saw. Hermione was unbuttoning his shirt quickly and pulled it off his shoulders the moment she popped the last button. She pushed him to the bed and straddled him when he laid down. She felt Fred stiffen a bit when she looked down at his scars. She dipped her head and kissed the scar on his right shoulder. Feeling Fred relax, she continued to kiss every scar on his chest and abdomen, giving it her full attention like he did with hers. When she reached and kissed the last scar just under his belly button she sat up straight. Her hands finding the knot that tied her dress together on the back of her neck, letting it fall down. She stepped of the bed and let the dress fall down on the ground. Fred's mouth dropped open as she stood there in front of him wearing a white lace bustier with matching knickers.

“Merlin, Granger. You're killing me.” He breathed as she laid down next to him, both laid down on their sides looking at each other. She smiled sheepishly as he looked at her, eyes filled with lust. His breath hitched when he saw the scars on her abdomen under the bustier. His finger grazed over the fabric as he looked up, a line between his eyes.

“Dolohov did that at the ministry, the year you guys left.” Hermione whispered as she looked down. Fred tilted her head with he index finger, making her look at him.

“It doesn't define you. I have to say it even makes you more beautiful.”

“Fred...” Hermione said looking back down, shaking her head as tears filled her eyes.

“I mean it, Hermione. What do you see when you look at me?”

“A genius prankster.” She chuckled looking back at him.

“A genius, he?” He grinned. “But you don't see my scars. You see me and I see you.” Fred kissed her passionately before he pulled back a little to soon for the both of them. “We should get some sleep.”

Hermione looked up at him in surprise and suddenly felt rejected. “Nothing like that, love. I just don't want to start something when we drank this much. I don't want you to regret this in the morning. Let's just see where this takes us. We are just getting to know each other, even though seeing you like this, here in my bed.” He groaned softly. “I don't want to rush this.”

“Oh. Okay, no I get it.” She smiled. “Do you want me to go to my room?”

“Don't you dare!” He exclaimed and pulled her closer.

“Then do you have something to wear?” Fred nodded and kissed her lightly before jumping out of the bed. He started rummaging in his drawers and pulled out his old quidditch jersey. He walked up to the bed and handed it to her before he bent down to pick up her dress and draped it over the chair in the corner. He changed into his pyjama bottoms and a tank top, when he turned, Hermione had already put his jersey on and was sitting on the bed cross-legged, the jersey covering her legs. “It's a bit big.” She chuckled as he dropped down on the bed.

“I would say it's juuust right.” He winked. He took his wand of his nightstand and cast a locking spell on the door. “Wouldn't want George or Katie to walk in now, do we?”

“No, definitely not.” She smiled as she laid down on his chest, her fingers trailing the scars on his chest as Fred gently rubbed her mudblood scar with his thumb, both falling asleep as they traced each other battle wounds.

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Amici In Perpetuum “Hi Fred. I'm sorry.” She whispered as twirled with the bracelet under her sleeve. “I'm sorry we never got the chance to really get to know each other. I'm sorry that I was always on your back about your products.” She took in a deep breath as she looked over to George, who was still staring at the same spot but she knew he was listening. “I just wanted you to know I thought you were brilliant, I thought your products were amazing. I'm sorry I never got a chance to say it before.” She gently reached for his hand and when her hand touched his, everything happened at the same time. Fred died at the battle of Hogwarts. And Hermione went to the great hall to say goodbye to him, to the man she never really knew. But then everything changed when she reached over and touched his hand.

Hermione walked back into the great hall after Voldemort's defeat when her eyes fell on the fallen hero, Fred Weasley, for the first time. His identical twin sat right next to him in shock as he stared in front him, looking into nothingness, his eyes glazed over and full of tears.

When Hermione slowly came closer, George didn't notice her, or maybe he did but his gaze was still fixed on a point in front of him. She looked over at the rest of the Weasley family, they were huddled together a few meters away, tears falling down their cheeks as they looked at anything but Fred. The only one that was missing was Harry, but she already knew where he was as he felt guilty about the losses they had that evening. Fred, Remus, Tonks and many more. He isolated himself in his room and didn't want anyone to disturb him, so she came down to see the ones they’d lost. She had come down to say goodbye.

Hermione looked over at George once again before she knelt down nervously next to Fred. She studied his face, a few bumps and bruises scattered around his face and neck but if she didn't know any better, it just looked like he was asleep. She sat there in silence for a few minutes, glancing over the other people they had lost that night, before her gaze fell back to the ginger in front of her.

“Hi Fred. I'm sorry.” She whispered as she subconsciously twirled with the bracelet under her sleeve. “I'm sorry we never got the chance to really get to know each other. I'm sorry that I was always on your back about your products.” She took in a deep breath as she looked over to George, who was still staring at the same spot, but she knew he was listening. “I just wanted you to know... I thought you were brilliant; I thought your products were amazing. And I'm sorry I never got a chance to say it before.” She gently reached for his hand and when her hand touched his, everything happened at the same time.

George’s head snapped in their direction as he fell to his knees next to his fallen twin. The other Weasleys that were huddled together, sprung to their feet and looked over, all eight sets of eyes on her. She saw George's mouth move but she didn't know what he was saying. She didn't hear anything anymore. All the sounds that surrounded her a few seconds ago were gone. She suddenly felt her wrist burn, before a bright golden light sprung from the bracelet that was hidden underneath her sleeve. At the same time a light came from Fred's right arm. Hermione's eyes went even bigger as she looked at the light that closed her and Fred off from the rest of the world.

Hermione tried to reach over and look at his arm, but something was pushing her back. She turned around looking for the person that was holding her back but there was no one. No one could pass the barrier; it was just her and Fred. More people came over when the light brightened the great hall.

George and Molly were pounding on the light that formed like a barrier around her and Fred with tears falling from their eyes. Their mouths open as they shouted. She looked at the panicked Weasleys before she focused her attention back on the one that was lying in front of her.

With all her might she pushed and pushed against the force that held her back. When she finally reached Fred's sleeve, she pushed it up and saw a bracelet just like hers, a set. Her heart started beating faster as she saw the nearly identical bracelet on the fallen Weasley. She swallowed hard before she reached over.

When her fingertips brushed Fred's bracelet, it went ice cold at the same time as hers. Suddenly the bracelet on Fred's arm became engraved, an infinity sign with the letters F and H appeared on it. Hermione's eyes went wide when she pulled up her sleeve and saw the same thing happen on her bracelet. Her eyes shot up and locked on George's, who stared with large blue eyes between her and Fred's bracelet, mouth dropped open in shock. Her eyes fell down once again when she suddenly felt a heartbeat. It wasn't hers; it came from her bracelet. She felt a soft but steady heartbeat beneath it, while hers was raging like mad. She looked back at the older Weasley twin's face and to her shock, his mouth dropped slightly open and let out a small breath of air before his eyes slowly fluttered open.

In the corner of her eyes, she saw George fall down and crawl as close as he could get to his brother’s head, crying in relief, in shock; the golden light barrier still separated the twins. When Fred's eyes opened fully, they landed straight on her. Her heart skipped a beat when he looked at her, alive. The twinkle back in his eyes before his eyes fell shut again. The moment his eyes closed, she fell on his chest as everything turned black, feeling the steady heartbeat on her cheek and the soft rise and fall of his chest. The golden barrier slowly faded, and she heard the sounds, the screams, the sobs coming over her before she fell completely unconscious.

A bright light woke Hermione up, she squinted her eyes before opening them fully. She pushed herself up and glanced around to see where she was. Blue skies above her with the sun shining brightly down on her. She felt the grass tickle under her hands and bare feet, she was wearing a light blue summer dress instead of her dirty clothes from the battle.

“What in the world?” She whispered as she looked at her clothes. Not only was she wearing different clothes, but she was also clean and looked well fed, not like she did a few minutes ago. The only thing that was still there was the engraved golden bracelet. She looked back at her surroundings and noted she was in sitting in the burrow's orchard. She scrambled to her feet when she heard a branch snap behind her. She immediately searched for her wand, but it was nowhere in sight.

“Hermione?” A voice came from behind a tree.

“Fred?” She choked out as she turned to the familiar voice. Fred stepped from behind the tree wearing beige summer pants and a magenta shirt, her breath hitched before she ran up to him and tackled him to the ground. Fred wrapped his arms around her as he hugged her back. “Am I... am I dead?”

“No, love.” He whispered as they sat up. Fred still had his arm around her waist as they rested against the tree. Hermione frowned as she looked around.

“Are we at the burrow?”

Fred nodded as he pointed to the house in the distance. “It's my home after all.”

Hermione looked back at Fred while he rubbed small circles on her back. Her eyes fell on his bracelet that was still firmly wrapped around his wrist.

“Fred, you died.” She said so softly that he barely heard, her hand twirled with his bracelet.

“Hmm... Yeah, I figured.” He said as he stared at the trees in front of them.

“But you said -”

“You're not dead, Hermione, I promise.” He smiled before he took his arm from behind her and took her hand. He held her hand in the air and placed his next to hers. “I think this has something to do with it.” He shook the bracelet on his wrist. “How did you get yours?”

“I found it in the room of requirement after a DA meeting in fifth year. We were cleaning up and I found it on top of the dresser in the corner. I don't know why I looked up there but there was this kind of pull.” She shook her head at the memory. “You?”

“In my fifth year. George and I were running from Filch when the room of requirement appeared. It was full of lost things, mountains and mountains of it. And the moment I stepped in the room, I was drawn to it. I don't know why or how but I started walking passing piles of stuff and rubbish, and pulled open one single drawer and there it was. And as you know, we never had something fancy or new with seven kids at the house, so I kept it. I've been wearing it since the day I found it. But most of the time I had a glamour on it because I was afraid one of the teachers would ask me to put it back. I tried to find the room again but never found it until you three started the DA.”

They sat in silence for a bit, just staring at each other’s bracelet. A soft wind rustled the leaves above them. They both looked up before their eyes met.

“Do you feel it?” She asked him, still holding his gaze. He nodded.

“A heartbeat.”

“My heartbeat.” She corrected as she took his hand. “I feel yours.”

“But how? What happened? The last thing I remember was fighting alongside Percy when a blast happened, then everything turned black, and I was here... alone.” Hermione watched his expression turn grim. “Then I heard your voice.”

“My- my voice?” She stuttered.

“Yeah, I was just walking in the orchard when your voice rang in my head. You said I was brilliant.” He gave her a lopsided grin, making her blush lightly. “That you liked our products.”

“You heard all of that?” She asked with a soft voice as she looked in his deep blue eyes.

“Yes.” He chuckled. “Then a bright light appeared, and I felt a heartbeat – your heartbeat underneath my bracelet. When the light disappeared, you were here lying flat on the grass.”

Hermione dropped her gaze to her wrist as she started turning it. “Something similar happened to me.” She took in a deep breath before continuing, still looking down. “I came over to your – to you and started talking, which sounds like you heard every little thing I said.” She chuckled. “And when I touched your arm… my bracelet started to burn, a golden light appeared and the same happened with yours. The light created a barrier between us and the rest. It was like a force field. George was sitting right next to you when it happened, but he couldn't get in.”

She saw Fred flinch at the mention of George, but he kept silent and waited for her to continue.

“I couldn't hear anything anymore, all the noises, the voices, everything disappeared. When I reached over to touch your hand...” She said as she reached for his hand again, Fred automatically took her hand tightly in his.

“I saw the bracelet.” She rubbed her thumb over the newly engraved armband. “I saw the engraving appear and when I looked at mine, the engraving was exactly the same. The moment I touched it, it went ice cold and I could feel your heartbeat. You opened your eyes for a second and let out a breath of air before everything turned black and I woke up here.”

Fred's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at his wrist. “What does this mean?” He whispered as he pulled on the bracelet. “Can you take it off? Because I can't.”

“Me neither.” She answered as she tried to clasp it open.

“They will never come off.” An unexpected voice said. Hermione and Fred jumped up and looked at the smiling faces of Remus and Tonks. Hermione's eyes filled with tears as she ran up and wrapped her arms around the both of them.

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” She repeated. She felt a hand on her shoulder and when she looked up, Fred gave her a small smile. She stepped back next to Fred and looked at her old professor and his wife.

“It's okay, Hermione.” Remus said in a soft voice.

“How can this be okay? You just had a baby!” She let her tears fall and Fred gently started rubbing her back again.

“And we'll look over him for the rest of his life.” Tonks said with a smile. “With the help of you two and Harry, he will do great.”

“But we are here for a reason.” Remus started and he and Tonks showed their matching arm bands. Fred and Hermione's eyes went big as they looked at their wrists and back to each other. “Maybe we should sit down.”

Remus pointed at a picnic table that had appeared near the burrow. Hermione's legs trembled as they made their way over. Fred's hand a calming fixture on her back. Fred and Hermione sat down on the opposite side of Tonks and Remus.

“You are probably wondering what is going on.”

Fred and Hermione nodded fast. Remus and Tonks smiled at each other before glancing back at them.

“These bracelets are called una in perpetuum or more known amici in perpetuum.”

“Soulmates.” Hermione breathed.

“Yes.” Tonks smiled as she looked at her and Fred. “The bracelets just appeared to you, yes? Around the time you were sixteen?”

“Many people, couples, think they are soulmates, but it doesn't happen as much as everyone thinks. It is extremely rare that people find their soulmate, if they even have one. You two are the only other couple I know that are true soulmates.”

“Lilly and James.” Hermione said as she looked wide eyed at Remus who nodded.

“But why didn't it save you or the Potters? Why is Hermione here after I died?” Fred asked as he looked between the married couple. Hermione was surprised he didn't laugh about the idea of her being his soulmate.

“Because we found each other, we got married, had a child together.”

“For only a year.” Hermione said softly as she looked at them with sad eyes.

“It may have been brief but it was the happiest time of my life. I found my one and only.” Remus said lovingly as he looked at Tonks. “And we'll find each other again.”

“You're not just soulmates here.” Tonks explained as she saw the younger ones’ confused faces. “You have been soulmates in your previous life and will be in the next. You two will always find each other.”

“You two never had a chance together, with you running around with Harry and Ron, the war and now Fred's death.”

“But is he dead? I mean, I felt his heartbeat return, I saw him breathe before I came here. Or-” She looked over at Fred who smiled as he reached for her hand.

“No, like Fred said, you're not dead.”

“Told you.” Fred chuckled and winked at her.

“Nor are you.” Remus pointedly looked at Fred. “The magic of these bracelets, the power of soulmates goes further than anyone can imagine. When you went to talk to Fred, told him you were sorry you never had a chance to really get to know him or vice versa. That was the moment the bracelets connected, and it healed him. From now on you'll be connected, you will always feel each other’s heartbeats until the day one of you dies.”

“Right now, you are both comatose. Lying in the hospital wing at Hogwarts.” Tonks waved her hand and an image appeared in front of them. They were lying side by side on an enlarged hospital bed, their fingers intertwined with the Weasleys and Harry around them. George looked white as a ghost as he sat next to Fred, while Harry sat on her side of the bed, holding her hand. They all sat in silence around the two of them as they slept.

“How long will we stay like that?”

“That depends.”

“On?” Fred asked but Tonks and Remus suddenly looked up at the sky.

“I'm sorry. Our time is up. We can't stay.” Tonks said with a sad smile. Hermione jumped up and tried to hug them one last time, but they faded away. “Take care of Teddy.” Was the last whisper of Tonks she heard before they were gone.

Hermione sat back down on the bench as the tears ran freely down her cheeks. Fred immediately wrapped her up in his strong arms, tears threatened to fall from his own as he whispered reassuring words in her hair. After a couple of minutes Hermione pulled back and Fred wiped the remaining tears from her cheek with his thumb.

“Are you okay? Dumb question I know.” He gave her a small smile as he looked down at her.

Hermione laughed as she looked up at him. “I will be.”

“I like your laugh.” He said as he gazed in her eyes, his hand still rested in her neck. “I guess we never spent that much time together for me to hear it.”

“Yeah, but I heard you laugh more than once.” She chuckled.

“Well yeah, me and George go through life laughing, it's hard to miss. But when we get back, we'll have plenty of time to hear each other laugh. And after hearing yours, I'll promise you, it will be my mission to make you laugh at least once a day.”

Hermione laughed again as Fred wiggled his eyebrows at her. “That's two.” He winked at her.

“We first have to get back.” Hermione smiled as she glanced around the garden. “Have any ideas?”

“Maybe one.” He whispered as he cupped her face in his hands. Hermione looked up at him as her eyes fell to his lips and back up. Before she could fully register what he was about to do, he bent down and captured her lips.

The kiss was amazing, it felt like it was meant to be (which it was), long overdue and even before it ended, she longed for more. They felt the world shift around them as they kissed but didn't let each other go. Hermione even held him tighter around his waist, not wanting to part from him. They didn't feel when they started floating in the air and after they finally parted and smiled at each other, everything turned black.

George was watching the rise and fall of his twin's chest, still in shock of what happened. He was dead. Fred was dead, he was certain of it. Madam Pomfrey checked on him, he even did a muggle check that he learned from Harry at one point, but there was nothing, no heartbeat, no breathing, nothing.

And still Fred was here, next to him... alive. Comatose but alive. All of the Weasleys including George were in shock, they all saw what happened but couldn't explain. The only thing George knew was that the bracelets must be involved. He knew his twin had one, he found it a couple of years back, but Hermione had the exact same one on her wrist, that both got engraved at the same time. He saw Hermione's shocked face and instantly knew that she didn't know Fred had the same one, that she didn't know what was happening.

When Hermione fell unconscious on Fred, the barrier disappeared and Mr. Weasley hysterically called Madam Pomfrey over. Madam Pomfrey became as white as a sheet as she told them Fred was alive. He and Hermione had gone in a coma.

“Together?” Mrs. Weasley asked bewildered.

“Everything points in that direction. They are going to come out of it together or they stay in it together.” Madam Pomfrey answered as she stood up. “Let's get them to the hospital wing.”

She waved her wand to levitate them on different stretchers. The Weasleys stood up as Hermione and Fred floated in the air. The moment she tried to separate them the golden barrier appeared again as Fred and Hermione in their comatose state intertwined their fingers together. Madam Pomfrey looked surprised at the development with a raised eyebrow before she enlarged the stretcher and placed them together. The moment Fred and Hermione laid back together the barrier disappeared once more.

They followed her out of the great hall, carefully avoiding the rubble that got in the way when George turned to Ron.

“Ron, maybe you should get Harry.”

Ron looked up from the ground and looked at his older brother. “Oh right. I-” Ron glanced over to his best friend.

“You go, Ron, I'll stay with her.” His sister smiled and took her place on the other side of the stretcher next to Hermione.

“Thanks. I'll be right back.” He said before he ran up the stairs.

When Harry and Ron came back, the former took his place next to Hermione and didn't leave her side once. The others explained what happened in the great hall. Harry had many questions that they couldn't answer. The only thing they could do was wait and hope they would come out of it together. And maybe then they'll get some answers.

That was almost over a month ago. Weeks had passed since the end of the battle and still no sign that they would wake up. After a week, Mrs. Weasley had convinced Madam Pomfrey to take them both home as they were in a stable condition. They placed them in the twins' room as Mr. Weasley enlarged Fred's bed. George didn't want to leave his twin’s side and demanded him to stay in their room. They all took turns to sit with them, talk to them. Only Harry and George took a break if the others practically had to push them out for a shower or something to eat. Harry even slept in the same room on Hermione's old cot. So of course, the both of them were there when they finally woke up.

Hermione bolted straight up as she filled her longs with a deep breath. She was sitting in a dark room, only a streak of moonlight shining through the window. She felt something warm, familiar in her hand and when she looked down, she saw her fingers intertwined with another hand. She followed the arm up and looked at the lopsided smile on Fred's face.

“Fred.” She sighed in relief as she wrapped her arms around him. “You're really here, you're really back.

“Hermione.” He whispered before he kissed her once again. When they pulled back smiling, Hermione asked,

“Where are we?”

“I think we're in my room.” Fred said as he squinted his eyes.

“What?” She asked surprised and looked around. “Weren't we supposed to be at Hogwarts?”

“Dunno.” Fred turned and saw his wand lying on the nightstand, he grabbed it and whispered. “Lumos.”

Fred pointed his wand across the room and saw George sleeping on the bed next to them and Harry slightly snoring on the floor.

“George.” Fred choked out. Hermione gave his hand a squeeze before she let go and Fred jumped out of bed towards his brother, but he fell down with a loud thump.

“Fred!” Hermione cried as she rolled out of bed and sat down next to him.

“Harry? What are you doing?” George groaned before he opened his eyes. “Fred? Hermione? Am I dreaming?” George asked as he rubbed his eyes.

“No twin-o-mine. I'm really here.” Fred said with a grin. George didn't hesitate as he jumped out of bed and tackled him to the ground.

“What's going on?” Harry's sleepy voice came from behind Fred's bed. Harry’s head popped over the bed and saw Hermione staring at him.

“Hermione? Hermione!” He cried and leaped over the bed and flung himself around her, only a little more carefully than George did. “Are you okay?” Harry asked as he cupped her face looking at her for any signs of pain.

“I'm alright.” Hermione chuckled. She glanced over at the twins who finally sat up straight as Fred rubbed his legs. “Fred?”

“Just a little sore.” He said as he kept rubbing.

“I think that's normal for lying in bed for over a month.” George said with a sly grin. Hermione and Fred looked at each other in surprise before they cried out.

“A MONTH?”

Before either one could answer, the door flew open. All the other Weasleys stood in the doorway, wands at the ready. All the wands fell to the floor with a clatter the moment they saw the four of them sitting between the two beds.

Ginny was the first one to recover and ran up to Hermione when Harry sat her down on Fred's bed. Followed by Fred and George, the former planting himself right next to her.

“Hi, Ginny.” Hermione smiled as she hugged her back. “Before you ask, I'm okay.”

Molly hurried herself over as she wrapped her arms around Fred. “My boy.” She whispered as she cried on his shoulder.

“Hi, mum. I'm fine just a bit parched.” Like he thought, Molly straightens immediately and softly padded his cheek.

“I'll make us all a batch of tea. Let's go downstairs and talk.” Molly walked out of the room and down the stairs, the rest of them came over and hugged them tight before following Molly.

“Can we get a minute?” Fred asked his twin. George hesitated for a moment before he got up and followed Harry outside. Fred turned to Hermione and grabbed her hand. “Do you remember?”

“Yes.” She said with a shaky breath. “I remember everything.”

“Are we going to tell them?” Fred asked as he glanced at the door.

“I don't know.” She bit her lip. “Maybe not everyone, not everything, not just yet. We can tell George if you want. I'm not sure about Harry. I hate lying to him, but he feels guilty enough already.”

“Let's just see how thing go downstairs and see from there.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. A knock came from the door and Harry and George poked their heads in.

“You two ready?” George asked as he walked in. Hermione and Fred nodded and stood up, but both wobbled on their knees. Harry instantly wrapped his arm around her waist while George did the same with Fred. They slowly made their way to the living room and Harry placed Hermione on the couch next to Fred. Harry sat on her other side while George positioned himself next to his twin. Molly walked back in with two trays floating behind her. One with tea and twelve cups on it, the other filled with sandwiches.

“Here you go, dears.” Molly smiled at the newly woken pair. “Drink up.”

They both accepted the hot cup of tea and drank it slowly, their throats sore from the lack of liquids for over a month.

“So, you two are finally detached.” Bill grinned at them.

“What?” Fred and Hermione asked in unison.

“After what happened.” Bill looked at Hermione. “We couldn't separate you. The magic that saved Fred, linked you two together. Your hands were intertwined from the moment you became comatose.”

“Oh.” Hermione blushed as she ducked her head. Even Fred's ears turned a bit red as Bill grinned at them. Molly was nervously tapping her foot as she glanced between her and Fred.

“Can someone explain to me what happened?” Molly asked impatiently.

“I wish we could.” Hermione started.

“I can't remember a thing after the --” Fred choked on the last word of his sentence. Hermione reached over and wrapped her hand around his. He glanced sideways to her and gave her a small smile.

“The only thing I can think of is it had something to do with these.” Hermione held up both their hands and showed them their wristbands. Bill and Fleur raised their eyebrows at each other before they came forward.

“Can I?” Fleur asked as she pointed at the bracelets. They both nodded and Fleur and Bill took a seat on the coffee table in front of them.

“Fleur and I have been researching the golden light and the bracelets over the past month.” Bill said as he took Fred's hand while Fleur took Hermione's. They both felt a little emptier with the loss of touch. They tried to remove the bracelets from their arms but to no avail. They took their wands out and cast different spells on them. Both eyebrows shot up when una in perpetuum appeared on the bracelets for a second before it disappeared.

“What was that?” Ginny asked as she sneaked up behind the young married couple, looking at their wrists. Fleur and Bill jumped a little as they were busy staring at her and Fred.

“Uhm..” Bill started unsure.

“It said soulmates.” Hermione whispered as she dropped her gaze at her hand the moment Fleur had let go.

“Soulmates.” The word was whispered around the room. She felt Harry's eyes on her.

“But they – Ron – where did you get it?” Molly stumbled.

“Mum, Hermione is just my friend. Best friend.” Ron smiled at Hermione.

Bill turned to his mother and the rest of the Weasleys. “Soulmates, it is very old magic. It doesn't happen often. Soulmates find one another in each life, they always find a way back to each other.”

“You found the bracelets when you were sixteen right, or the bracelets found you?” Fleur said with a French accent.

“Yeah, I found it when George and I were hiding from Filch. I felt drawn to it. I didn't know it was there, but I walked straight up to it.”

“You see...” Fleur said as she looked from the pair to the rest of the Weasley clan. “When soulmates turn sixteen the bracelets appear, no one knows from where they come or how it works but they do. I don't know for sure, but I think when Hermione went to Fred, to say her goodbyes the bracelets connected, bringing him back.”

“But how?” Harry asked. Fred and Hermione looked at each other before staring back at the curse breakers.

“Over a hundred years ago in Egypt something similar happened. A girl died of the flu and when the doctor came to take her away a light appeared around them, and the girl woke up. Not much more is known but the two of them never met before. It was their second chance.”

“So, you think it's because they didn't have a chance in this lifetime, the bracelet brought the girl back, brought Fred back?” Charlie asked as he looked from Fleur to her and Fred.

“Oui.” Fleur nodded and smiled sweetly at Hermione.

“Whatever it means, we're just happy you're back.” Arthur said with tears in his eyes as he stood up and walked over to Fred. Fred came to his feet and hugged his father tight. Molly too came over and wrapped her arms around the both of them. Molly looked over her shoulder and gestured for Hermione to join them. Hesitantly she walked over and Mr. Weasley held out one arm, so she was squished between him and Fred. After a moment George joined and then the rest of the family including Harry and Fleur joined the group hug.

“Now let's give them some room. I think they have a lot to talk about” Mr. Weasley said as he cleared his throat and placed his hand on the back of his wife and led her up the stairs, followed by the rest of the family. Ron, Harry and Ginny both gave Hermione a long hug before sauntering up to their room. George waggled his eyebrow at his twin before he disappeared out the room.

“Come here.” Fred gently took her hand and led her to the couch. “How are you feeling?” He searched her eyes looking for any discomfort, fear, anything really.

“I'm okay, really. I should ask you that.” She chuckled.

Fred waved her off. “I'm brilliant. Strange we lost a whole month but other than that.”

“Yeah, that is strange. It just felt like an hour or so.” Fred hummed in agreement before he asked.

“Hermione? How do you feel about this, us?” Fred asked uncertain.

“It's new.” She looked in Fred's eyes. “Since the bracelets connected us, every time I lose your touch it feels like something is -”

“Missing.” They said at the same time.

“I feel the same. It's weird because we don't really know much about each other and still, I already feel like I can't live without you.”

“Yeah.” She said as she played with his fingers. “Maybe we should do something about that.” She grinned as she looked up.

“I'm not following.” Fred said with a slight frown.

“Frederick Gideon Weasley, would you do me the honour of going on a date with me?” Hermione asked theatrically. Fred's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the way she asked him.

“Oh, I think we're perfect for each other.” He grinned before he swooped down and kissed her. Hermione's hands automatically wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. “I could get used to this.” He whispered when they pulled apart. “And before I forget or kiss you again.” He winked at her which made Hermione laugh. “I would love to go on a date with you, love.”

And that was when the first day started of his promise to make her laugh at least once a day.

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