Disclaimers and Notes: Written by both RGBTheDuckie and xakemii, neither whom own Harry Potter.

&& MY GOSH. Here's the funny little last chapter/epilogue type thing :D

Hermione stood at the top of the hill, looking uncertainly at her boyfriend. She had never liked heights. Her fall two weeks ago only increased those feelings. Frowning, Hermione raised her eyebrows at Fred, who responded by nodding reassuringly. At this, she shifted her gaze back towards the torture weapon. Oh yes, flying was definitely the bane of her existence.

"I think it's dangerous," Hermione said seriously. "Lethal, even."

Fred suppressed his laughter. "It's a broom."

"Exactly!"

He was holding two brooms, one of which he gestured for her to take. She took one step forward. Fred sighed. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought. Ginny had brought up the subject of learning how to ride a broom again, and Fred had been rather eager to teach Hermione, despite the incident that had occurred a few weeks ago. Hermione, unfortunately, hadn't been so eager.

"Come on," he coaxed. "I promise I won't let you fall."

Hermione look sceptically at him. "I seem to remember you saying something very similar to that last time." Fred groaned as she quoted, "I promise you, I won't let anything happen to you."

"I didn't know that Bill had cursed the broom!"

"Did you check this one?"

"Hermione!" Fred exclaimed, looking ever so slightly impatient. "Of course I did."

Hermione wasn't reassured by those words, but hesitantly took another step towards Fred. She bit her lip nervously. "I don't think I can do this," she said, starting to walk backwards, away from Fred and the terrorizing brooms.

Fred groaned and mounted his own broom. Slowly he drifted over to Hermione, who had already retreated fifty meters away. "Get on," he told her. She raised her eyebrow. Fred simply repeated his instructions.

"Can it hold both of us?" She asked timidly. Fred grinned, slightly amused by the comment.

"Of course it can, it's magic. Now hop on before I drag you on."

Hermione held her breath. Slowly she swung her leg over the broom, still looking unsure. It was hovering barely two feet of the ground, but she wrapped her arms tightly around Fred.

"Now I'm going to push off, are you ready?"

Hermione barely registered the question. She was too busy trying to ignore the voice telling her to hop off the broom and run as far away as possible. Fred took her silence as a yes, and as gently as he could, pushed against the ground, propelling them into the sky. Hermione couldn't remember how to breathe as the ground got further and further away. Her grip on Fred tightened as she started to panic. Why had she let him drag her into this? She would have been perfectly fine never leaving the ground again. But no, one look from his big brown eyes and she had relented.

"Open your eyes," Fred murmured. "We're not too high."

"Yes we are," Hermione replied, keeping her eyes clamped closed. "I really, really hate this."

"I'm looking right at you," he told her. Hermione groaned, she had been betting on that to work. Slowly she opened her eyes. They were hovering ten feet from the ground. She sucked in air between her teeth and squeezed Fred.

Some things... yeah, they just don't change.

The two stood uneasily next to each other as Hermione looked, for the first time, uncertainly at the train in front of her.

"I'm going to miss you," she said, looking wide-eyed at him.

Fred responded with a weak smile. "I got you something." Hermione gasped as Fred showed her what he had retrieved from his pocket. Sitting in the palm of his hand was her locket.

"I thought I'd lost it in the forest," she said, looking up at Fred. He smiled.

"I picked it up," He told her. He gestured for her to turn around. She did so, and carefully, he put the necklace on her. "It was a bit broken from you throwing it at the ground. But I fixed it for you. You never know when you might need to find me again." He finished doing up the clasp and let the necklace hang off her neck. The metal was cold against her skin, but she didn't mind. Her fingers traced the delicate patterns.

"I'll never take it off," she said, swinging back around to look at him. "Thank you."

She threw her arms around his neck. Laughing, Fred lifted her feet from the ground. They could have stayed like that forever, but eventually Fred put her back down. People were piling onto the train, and he knew that it was only minutes before she had to leave.

"Promise me you'll stay out of trouble this year."

Hermione laughed at this. "This coming from you of all people," she said, shaking her head slightly. What was the world coming to when one of the biggest pranksters of all time was telling her to stay out of trouble?

"I mean it," Fred said, looking down at her with a serious expression. "I want you back in one piece." Hermione sighed. Whenever she was with Harry and Ron, trouble seemed to be attracted to them.

"I'll try, as long as you promise not to forget about me."

Fred tucked a lose curl behind her ear. "I could never forget about you." A whistle blew. "You really should get onto the train now." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

"Good bye," Hermione whispered, before climbing onto the train.

"Fred," George groaned as he watched his twin run his hand through his hair for the hundredth time. "Just a girl, remember?"

He opened his mouth to respond, when Ginny came flying into the room, a pair of Extendable Ears dangling at her fingertips. She grinned at the two as they stared at her gobsmacked, simply shaking her head as she plopped down on George's bed.

"Déjà vu," Fred muttered under his breath. "Well?"

"She's waiting for you, you know?" Ginny said, a unwelcome whine slipping into her tone. "She's being going on about this date for ages."

"So has he," George chuckled, narrowly avoiding the pillow that was thrown his way.

"Well it is her first date after leaving Hogwarts," she mused, pausing to wink in her older brother's direction. "Got anything planned, Fred?"

Fred smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?" he called over his shoulder as he left the room, and then promptly disappeared with a pop.

Almost immediately, Ginny turned to the other twin. "Is he going to ask her the big one any time soon?"

"Marriage, you mean?" George replied, cocking his eyebrow. "He's been thinking about it."

"We should..." she trailed off, the wheels in her mind whirring. "Give him a nudge, maybe?" She grinned, offering her hand.

George looked at his little sister curiously for a moment, wondering when on Earth she had become so devious. Grudgingly, he shook her hand. "Get her to say it, and I'm all yours."

"Easy."

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