Hey guys!

I'm finally back with an update, HOOOORAY.

I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter but, hey, I will let you decide that.

And as a small little note-

IF YOU HAVEN'Y READ THE 'Divergent' SERIES YET, DROP WHAT YOU'RE DOING (unless your stroking a cute puppy or something, in which case don't go dropping it) AND GO READ.

It was so amazing and I can't be more excited for the final book to come out in October (only 100 days, 8 hours, 42 minutes and 39 seconds to go!)

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I stared blankly at my plate.

The mix of greens, pale creams and browns swam in front of my eyes until I could no longer distinguish peas from mash and sausage from carrots. My stomach churned at the site of the once delectable dish and I soon realised that I had been holding my fork in my fist so tightly my knuckles matched the sheet white of the porcelain plate in front of me.

I was beginning to lose my appetite rather rapidly.

We ate in a tension filled silence. Only the clatter of silverware on tables and the occasional creak of chairs could be heard echoing eerily around the kitchen of the Burrow. No one had yet to say a word and from the corner of my eye I could see that Fred had not moved since we had sat down nearly ten minutes ago.

His hand still clung loosely to mine beneath the table and as I had done countless times over the last hour I gave it a reassuring squeeze. I'm not particularly sure who I was reassuring at that point, it may have been directed at him but I feel my frail heart needed it just as much as Fred's.

Just as I felt his hand tighten around my own, the clang of cutlery bouncing from wood pierced my ears.

If it wasn't for the deafening silence that had been lingering before the crash, I probably wouldn't have jumped so badly. The shock of noise to my system set all my nerves on edge, I must have looked like a shaking Chihuahua as everyone trained their eyes on the source of the noise.

Surprisingly, I found myself looking across the table to Ron. His knife and fork had been discarded roughly around his plate and he was staring at me with a scrutinising glare.

'Why'd you keep it from us?' he bit out, softer than I was expecting. It wasn't particularly angry, more curious.

Panicking, I turned to face Fred. He seemed calm but it was more of a 'not-really-there' kind of serenity that had me completely shaken. Sensing that Fred would be of little use to this situation, my brain kick started into action. Answers to the practise questions fired through my head as if my brain was flicking through a filing cabinet as fast as it could possibly manage until it found the right answer.

'I was still in school and Fred wasn't, we were unsure what people would make of the age difference and the fact it was the 'prefect and the prankster' so to speak. Fred didn't want people to tease and we, uh, we-'

I was stalling. We had come up with a couple of the most realistic responses we could, but now they just seemed a little pathetic as I recited them to the Weasley's. I needed to loosen up; I needed Fred to step in; his collected drama skills would be greatly appreciated right about now.

'-We wanted it to just be ours. We wanted some time not having to answer questions or have people gush over us or teasing us. I wanted it to just be me and H, no one else,'

I smiled softly as Fred took my place at the end of this firing range. He answered the question so sincerely; everyone looked as though they truly believed him. 'Loves young dream' I couldn't help but think.

He turned to look at me and gave me that dazzling smile I had only had the fortune of seeing on special occasions.

'Isn't that right, H?' he emphasised the last word before giving me a wink.

I knew what the wink meant- 'just go with it, have fun' and it was also a sure sign that Fred had snapped back from where ever he had been drifting off to earlier during the dinner.

I also couldn't help but smile at the use of the nickname. We hadn't discussed pet names or anything but calling me 'H', will make it look like as if we really do care, that this really is real.

I scan my brain for some kind of nickname I can call Fred but nothing but cheesy 'hunnies' 'babes' and 'sweeties' come to mind. I grin again at the thought of us being a typical fluffy couple but then I stop suddenly. This needs to look real, not as if we're messing around, I remind myself.

'Of course it is, and you know what I said about calling me H,' I play along as if Fred has called me that a thousand times before. I pray he gets the message because obviously, I've never said anything in my life about him calling me 'H'.

'Yeah, I know you don't like it but it's cute so it stays,' he replies cheekily as he tosses me another wink. I find myself relaxing and forgetting all about the wide eyes that watch our entire interaction and focus solely on Fred and making this as real as possible.

Real. Keep it real.

I humph, and stick my tongue out at him like a child. He laughs and I hear a few chuckles from the rest of the table too. My eyes are stolen from his however, by the sharp cough of Molly.

'Well as lovely as this is,' her voice is strained. She doesn't want to say this but she feels she is obligated to, it's as clear as day in her tone. 'I would quite like to know the conditions surrounding this appeal you mentioned earlier, what does it involve exactly?'

Fred and I sober up immediately. We may have managed to get a few of the Weasley siblings on board with our little performance but we still have Molly, and George my heads reminds me, to convince.

'Well we need to go to the Ministry of Magic first to book a test date,' I start off before Fred finishes. Maybe this finishing sentences thing isn't just for twins I think as I watch his strong jaw tense with each word.

'Then they will test us about our relationship to make sure it's real, they can't have just anyone changing partners and marring after all,'

We both look towards Molly. She raises her eyebrows before humming.

'And is it? Is it real?'

I feel a bead of sweat begin to roll down the back of my neck. I glance to Fred and mask my features so I look deeply offended.

'Of course it is! Do you really think we'd lie about something like this?' I feel bile rise in my throat as the scold leaves my lips. Liar, my head screams but my face remains neutral.

'We love each other mum, and I'm sorry we kept it from you for so long but it's true. This whole thing is, whether you like it or not, real and happening,'

I feel my cheeks redden slightly at the mention of love. I've never been in love. I'm 18 and the only relationship I've ever really considered even close to love would be when I dated a Ravenclaw chaser during my fifth year. I have no experience at what being in love is like, so the stories of love and romance I have read over summers staying with my parents are my only real guide as to how to fake it.

Hopefully my trusted books won't let me down now.

Molly 'humphs' again and the rest of the Weasley's stare at Fred in awe. They all seem genuinely convinced of our relationship and the thought that we won't have to try and persuade all of these people makes my chest feel just a fraction lighter. Only Molly and George left, I think as Molly eyes us carefully.

I see her eyes follow our arms below the table to where they are currently locked in a vice hold. She seems still unsure of us but her next question gives me a glimmer of hope.

'I don't doubt your love Fred,' it's not as strained as earlier but it's still not as believable and sincere as id like. 'Are there anymore tests the Ministry have to do, I doubt they would let you change partners after a few short questions,'

Fred replies so I don't have to. 'we have the test and then we have to supply ten people who will prove the relationship is real and,' he pauses and looks around at his brothers and sister, 'we were hoping you guys would fill some of those spaces,'

A few of his brothers nod, Charlie, Bill and surprisingly Ron all agree to testify for us. Ginny similes too and I know she's on board. She will no doubt quiz me relentlessly later but for now she seems genuinely happy that Fred and I are going to marry.

'Thank you all, really. You have no idea what it means to us,' although I say it to them as if we just want to marry and be in love, I know and Fred knows, that it means more than that. It's a thanks for not cutting us out, a thanks for not asking too many questions and a thanks for being so supportive despite the fact we've done next to nothing to deserve it.

Percy, Harry and Arthur are the only ones apart from Molly that don't seem so sure. Percy I expected, being a stick-in-the-mud for all rules and regulations of the Ministry and Arthur is probably just trying not to anger Molly but Harry I'm really shocked by.

He can read me like an open book, I know. He knows something's up but I can tell he doesn't want to hurt me by calling my bluff in front of everyone. His wise beyond his year's eyes bore into mine and I know he wants to call me out so badly but he won't, because he's Harry Potter and that's just not what he does.

I shake my head ever so slightly at him, just to plead- 'Not here Harry, not now' and he seems to get the message as he speaks up.

'I will testify too,'

We thank him profoundly and I glance again over the split table. This 'Operation Fremione' has had a rather mixed bunch of results so far. Charlie, Bill, Ginny, Ron and Harry all want to testify so we can marry, they are the ones already convinced. I must admit I am stunned that it was that simple. We told of our back-story, why we kept it a secret and shared a few choice glances and they all believed we are in love. Either we are better actors than we thought or we really can pull this off.

I pray it's the latter.

I feel as if one wrong look or one wrong word and we're done, finished before it even began. But the knowledge that at least half of the Weasley's are behind us spurs me on and I find Fred's eyes again before grinning.

We can do this. We will do this.

The rest of the dinner didn't focus too much on Fred and I's new found relationship. We finished telling the Weasley's the rest of the conditions, like how we need our original matches consent and we also told them who our matches were. The news that I would have been married to Draco Malfoy also helped to solidify our reasoning for marring each other.

'Malfoy?! Of course I'll testify to stop you from marring that weasel!'

We also had a chance to talk to everyone else about their matches. They were all happy to be marring the people the Ministry chose and I even started to get a little excited at the thought of marring Fred. The entire evening we have barely let go of each others hands and I've also spent a lot of it sitting curled up to his side on the sofa. His chest is incredibly toned and I had to stop myself from gasping and blushing the first time he wrapped his arms around me. We needed to make it look easy and as if we'd done it a hundred times before, not like I was only just discovering how attractive he was.

It had been easier than I had expected I must admit. Tonight definitely had its moments but eventually we achieved most of what we set out to do. We got support. They know the story. All we need to do now is keep it up.

'Thank you all for being so understanding,' I smiled as I hugged Ginny goodbye. Molly was still processing her thoughts and excused herself to the kitchen to continue washing up and Fred and I had decided we were fine with that. After seeing the rest of the family, she would come around. We were sure of it.

'Harry and I want to invite you round soon, we want to know the whole story not just the little snippets you gave us all today, alright?' Ginny gushed as Fred took my arm and prepared us for the sickening travel of apparition.

'Okay!' we smiled as we turned in all directions and away from the Burrow.

We landed at the top of the book staircase at the back of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Fred unlocked the door and we stepped inside. As soon as we entered and the lights flickered to life I realised that we still had our hands interlocked. We both looked down before separating them awkwardly. The missing pressure of his hand made my heart pang a little but I shook the thought from head. No need to go getting too attached after all.

'Well, apart from my mum and George,' Fred looked saddened when he said George's name but he bounced back as he looked up and gave me a grin, 'I think that went rather well, don't you?'

I chuckled back and nodded. I was happy that our foundations had been set and that all we needed to do now is keep up the act, but I was also nervous for what was to come. We still had to talk to Draco and Pansy and break the news to my family. And I had a dreaded feeling that my family talk would go no where near as well as the Weasley's. And that one didn't exactly go to peachy anyway.

I glanced towards the clock in the kitchen, it was nearly eleven and I was absolutely exhausted. All I could think of now was sleep. It seemed completely unreal to think that all this marriage law craziness only started this morning and not a hundred years ago like it feels.

Fred yawns and nods to his room. 'Sleep?' I reply with a slow, tired nod.

When we reach Fred's room, it is only then that I realise two things.

I have none of my clothes or possessions here.

There is only one bed and two people.

I feel a blush crawl up my neck and make home on my cheeks. I look to Fred and raise my eyebrows at the bed whilst my teeth scrap along my bottom lip. It takes him a moment before he realises what I'm hinting at.

'Oh!' he proclaimed, 'right, one bed, well you can crash on there and I will sleep on the floor, sound good?'

I feel bad making him sleep on the floor, so I try to come up with a different solution. 'What about the sofa? Why don't I sleep there?'

He shakes his head with a small smile as he walks over to a set of drawers. 'What would that look like if George, or anyone for that matter, came over and found you on the sofa and me in bed? We're meant to be engaged remember H?'

I'm a little startled by the nickname again. I had assumed it was just for show, like the hand holding and flirty eyes, not something we actually used when alone. Fred seemed to notice his mistake too and his cheeks turn the faintest red.

'I suppose so, but you can't sleep on the floor,' I say, ignoring the nickname slip up.

Fred just shrugs as he pulls out some blue pyjama bottoms. 'I don't mind, and there's not exactly anywhere else for me to sleep without it looking suspicious, so it will have to do,'

I take a deep breath before closing my eyes briefly. I can't believe what I'm about to say but it tumbles from my lips anyway.

'Sleep in the bed with me then,'

Fred looks uncertain as he eyes my crimson stained face. 'You sure? I don't have to if you do-' I cut him off. 'I'm sure. Just... no funny business alright?'

He gives me a reassuring smile as he squeezes my shoulder affectionately.

'Of course not my lady, I am nothing but a gentleman,'

I laugh and roll my eyes jokingly before I remember my clothes.

'Oh and Fred? All of my clothes are still at the Burrow, I don't suppose I could borrow something of yours?' I ask anxiously as he walks back over to the drawers.

He tosses me a large grey shirt with the Weird Sisters logo on the front and some black boxers. I catch them cleanly before muttering a small thanks as I realise I'm about to wear some of Fred's underwear.

'Sorry it has to be boxers, there's no way any of my other clothes will fit and you can't charm them because the charms always mess with the fabric and last time I tried I got a pretty hideous rash,' he looked genuinely apologetic and I found myself shrugging anyway.

'I'm sure it'll be fine, thank you Fred,' I pause and look at his back as he pushes the drawer closed, his muscles ripple nicely under the cloth of his shirt.

'You can change in the bathroom, then we can finally go to bed, I'm absolutely knackered," he yawned as I slipped from the room, clothes in hand.

I changed quickly in the bathroom and pulled my hair up into a bun. It was stupidly messy even though I had been trying to tame it for nearly twenty minutes now. I finally gave up and walked back to Fred's bedroom, his long grey shirt hanging just below my bum and the edge of the boxers.

I looked down at my legs as I walked and realised no one had properly seen this much of my skin before. I breathed in deeply and reminded myself it was just Fred. He won't care about how much leg I've got on show. We're only going to bed.

When I open the door I find the lights are off and that Fred is just about to climb into the bed. From the light that has slipped in through the doorway I can see Fred is only wearing the blue pyjama bottoms. His stomach is toned and defined and the blush I had been fighting earlier is back full force. I stumble in before he can notice my face and lack of clothing.

I climb quickly into the other side of the bed and I thank Merlin the Twins have a new found love of the luxurious, otherwise I don't think there would be quite this much space between Fred and myself.

We settle in and pull the covers up. I feel the bed shift and Fred turns on his side to face me in the dark. I can only just make out his outline as he begins to speak.

'Well done for today H, now we've only got a few more months to go,'

I can hear the sleep threatening to draw him under as his speech is slow and he also let the nickname slip again. I smile even though I'm sure he can't see me through the dark and reply with a small, 'good night Fred,'

I hear his deep, even breaths and I find myself matching my breaths to his until I too am lulled under the blanket of darkness that is sleep.

:)

Blimey, this felt a little all over the place but I hope you guys enjoyed it anyway. Please review and let me know if you loved it or hated it, I just want to know your thoughts ;)

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Love always,

SophieSolemnlySwears.

P.S- I'm thinking of maybe writing a Divergent FanFiction all about Tris and Four, would any of you read it if I did? (and don't worry I won't start it until at least one of my other fics is officially complete!)