Chapter 19

"Are you sure this will work?" Hermione asked as Ginny helped her with the last button of her dress.

Ginny stood back to admire her handy work, "Of course it will work. Mum won't make a scene in front of the guests. Later…"

Hermione huffed out a deep breath, "Yeah, later."

"Things will just be tense a while, you may want to skip the next few Sunday night dinners," Ginny joked, spinning her friend around to view the gown from the front, "Perfect."

"I can't thank you enough for the dress," Hermione said, looking into the mirror and seeing the deep green gown for the first time. It was perfect.

"Can't have my chief bridesmaid looking like Madam Hooch," Ginny grinned.

The two women were alone in Ginny's extremely pink bedroom; left to get ready while Mrs Weasley oversaw the final preparations. Ginny stood resplendent in an ivory gown she'd picked out on her own – her mothers choice having been rejected after an argument to rival the one that had occurred in the kitchen that morning. They could hear Harry and Ron in the room above them, their muffled voices deep as Harry tried to convince Ron to be his groomsmen – Ron wanted nothing to do with the ceremony.

"I understand his desire to run away," Hermione said, looking up at the ceiling.

"I'm grateful you're still going to be there on my big day," Ginny said, smiling as they heard Harry's voice rise louder, "I'm sure Ron will see it that way too."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "One day," she said, as something slammed into the wall above them.

"Harry better not have a black eye at the end of this," Ginny muttered, looking like she would storm up and rescue her groom.

"I feel like I've caused their argument," Hermione admitted, sitting by the window, staring down at the huge white tent and rows upon rows of white-ribboned seats. The first guests were just starting to apparate in.

"Ron bought this on himself," Ginny said, "Harry told me he's been meaning to have it out with him a while, something about being sick of covering for him."

"But today?"

Ginny shrugged on the beautiful outer robe that had been her mothers, and her mothers before that, "Apparently so."

"Ready?" Hermione asked, standing to face her friend, fixing the hood around her curled hair.

"As I'll ever be," Ginny said with a nervous laugh.

It had been agreed that Harry would walk Hermione down the aisle, and Ron would walk Ginny. The only person that knew of the change of plans beside the foursome was the man who would marry them at the end of the long roll of white carpet.

Hermione shook at Harry's side, ignoring Ron's petulant glare that practically scorched a hole in the back of her head. He'd taken to ignoring her, something she was both grateful and sad about. If it wasn't such a big event in their friends lives she would have had it out with him, but as it stood the moment was no longer about them.

The music struck up and they were half way down the aisle before Hermione had even realized her feet were moving. The murmurs around them grew at her choice in attire – and it wasn't until they reached the end and Hermione went to stand by Ginny's side and not Ron's that the murmurs grew into all out confusion.

Hermione could feel the stares weighing heavily on her, her knee length green dress and lack of bouquet making her feel naked. She could sense Mrs Weasley frantically gesturing at her from the front seats and Pansy affixed firmly at her side giving her a sneaky thumbs up; she even spotted Gabrielle by her sisters side, her eyes red and her face puffy from crying. It was all very surreal.

Ron cleared his throat pointedly, getting her attention from her feet and gave her a reassuring smile. It was the first time all day that she'd felt like she wasn't alone in this decision – she smiled back in relief. Maybe there was hope for their friendship, after all.

"Quiet, please," the Minister backed up, clearing his throat and winking at Hermione, having witnessed the silent exchange with approval; "We are gathered here today to witness the joining of Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley in holy matrimony…"

As soon as the ceremony was over Hermione and Ron were whisked into the kitchen by his mother, who had gone from crying over her baby girl growing up, to growling at her baby boy about embarrassing the family.

"You're right Mum, it was my idea to call the wedding off," Ron finally told his mother, getting a sharp look from his former fiancé, "It wasn't something we planned, it just sort of happened. I'm sorry, please don't be mad at Hermione."

Hermione sat with a lump in her throat, touched that Ron had taken the blame. Obviously whatever Harry had said to him earlier had changed something in him. The Weasley's were her family and ex-fiance's words would help in keeping things that way, at least it would after they got over the shock of her relationship with Fred and George.

"Thank you," Hermione said, gripping Ron's hand beside her in a squeeze before letting go.

Looking past Molly she spotted Fred and George lurking in the doorway, as if her thoughts had summoned them. They smiled at her and she smiled back, and it was then that she finally believed what everyone had been telling her.

Everything was going to be okay.

Epilogue

Seven Months Later

Hermione lay naked on her stomach, the plush rug beneath her tickled her nipples much the way Fred's fingers trailing up and down her back did. She smiled and squirmed against his touch, stimulating her front in the process.

The enormous fireplace roared merrily as the snow fell outside the floor to ceiling windows of the manor home she now shared with the twins – Christmas had come and gone and the new year had had seen them moving in to the ancient mansion that the twins had insisted on buying.

The New Year had also seen Harry and Ginny announcing they were pregnant and Ron and Gabrielle got engaged. Mrs Weasley had quickly gotten over her shock of Hermione, Fred and George and had quickly gone back into wedding and baby mode.

"Just one more page," she giggled, her focus anywhere but on the book she was writing.

"You said that two pages ago," he grumbled, shifting so that his groin connected with her hip in the most delicious way.

"Keep it up and it will be another two pages to wait," she laughed, shooting him a glance through her mop of hair before attempting to complete her point on house-elf reproduction and it's benefits to Wizarding kind; a point of research that had never been explored until now.

Her first book on expectant witches had been a massive success, much thanks to Pansy Parkinson and her adorable redhead daughter Poppy. Her second book was already in high demand, and she hadn't even finished writing it. Her research, coupled with the incredible worldwide success of the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes Pleasure Egg and the business merger with Hogwarts meant that she and her lovers could afford the excessive house adjacent to the Parkinsons estate – much to Percy's chagrin.

"You're not even writing," Fred groaned, flopping onto his back, his head resting in the curve of her spine.

"How can I, with you flashing your man parts around all willy-nilly," she sighed, setting aside her quill, twisting to watch the firelight play on his skin. He thrust his hips up, making her laugh.

"Forget flashing, you're positively flailing, my dear," she laughed.

He pouted playfully, "Pay attention to me."

"You're a fool," she grinned, sliding out from under him, pushing herself up so she climb over his prone form.

"A fool in love," he grinned, gripping her hips as she straddled his, sliding teasingly along his naked skin. She aligned her hips over his, leaning down to kiss him just as the floo sounded from the other room.

"Honey, I'm home!" George cried out, much like he had every night since she'd agreed to move in with them.

"You're just in time. 'Mione was just talking about man parts," Fred called out to his brother, who showed his face in the bedroom door moments later.

"Oh really, care for a second opinion?" he asked, his pants off before he took another step into the room.

Hermione looked up at her lover as he loomed over her, "A good researcher always seeks a secondary opinion," she answered, licking her lips as he stepped within grabbing distance.

Fred surged up as George pushed forward and Hermione lost all thoughts of books and babies and sex toys as the two most important people in her life showed her just how happy a fool in love could be.

The End

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Authors Note: It is hard to comprehend that this was six years in the making, but it was.

I began this fic just a year after joining FF, and countless months later it's finally complete. Thank you to every person who has followed along, reviewed and enjoyed this fic. It has meant the world to me to know that when I have updated you guys have always been there to support it. This will be the last in the series, but definitely not the last Twins/Hermione fic I ever write.

Ending this was as hard as finishing it – and while some of you were hoping for a big confrontation with Molly and Ron, I didn't feel like it was necessary to the story. Suffice to say, the relationships between the Weasley's & Hermione would have continued to be strained, but I like to believe that Fred and George would have let it slide off their backs.

Again, thank you for your patience, encouragement, support and excitement over the long course of my little fic. I'm so happy finally hit 'complete' and let Hermione have her happy ending.

-Amy