Weasley Men Have Charm by Luvscharlie

A night out, brought them all back to the Burrow, still dressed to the nines… well, almost all of them… Fred and Hermione had parted company with them at the restaurant.

"'Did you see him?" asked Ginny. "Down on one knee proposing to Hermione like that?"

"It was so romantic," said Lavender, rolling her eyes up at Ron and batting her eyelashes. "The way he stopped the music at the restaurant and dropped down on one knee, I could just feel my heart racing."

"I go down on my knees all the time for you," Ron said with a lascivious grin that earned him a sharp elbow to the ribs.

"Pig."

"I don't know what all the nattering is about with you birds," said George, shaking his head. "I mean the rest of us all did this at one time or another."

Plopping down in his lap, Angelina rolled her eyes. "Perhaps, darling, we are all aflutter because one of you actually did it the right way."

George looked befuddled. "What was wrong with the way I did it?"

"Well, ladies," Angelina said to her sisters-in-law around the room, "I'm sure you'd all be just as swept away as I was," she stopped and put a hand over her heart as though barely able to contain her emotion. Then, she snorted in laughter. "Prepare to be swept off your feet, girls, by my charming man. He actually told me 'Ang, I'm tired of having to go out and freeze my arse off in the cold to get home after we shag. What do ya say we get hitched?' However could a girl say no?"

There were collective glares from the women in the room.

"I am a charmer," George said with a grin. "A charmer with a warmer bum these days."

Lavender, refused to remain silent. "Even Ron did better than that."

"Thank you… I think," Ron said, nuzzling into the nape of her neck.

Bill joined the women and glared in George's general direction as he uncorked a bottle of wine, pouring them all a glass. He passed the glasses around and raised his own in toast. "To Fred and Hermione."

"May their bums be warm," said George, to giggles all around.

~*~

Meanwhile, back at the flat above the shop…

"Mmm," Hermione purred, stretching out beside him in the bed. "Was this your plan for getting out of those scratchy dress robes early?" She ran a hand down his bare chest and heard a distinct rumble in his throat.

"What can I say? I am a brilliant man." Capturing her descending fingers in his own, he brushed his lips across the inside of her wrist, tongue flicking across the sensitive spot and making her shiver with anticipation of a repeat performance.

"Now that we're engaged, does that mean—"

"No, you may not fire Verity."

"Damn. Just because we're engaged now does not mean you get to read my mind. Please, let me fire her," she said, teasing her tongue over the lobe of his ear. Her hand slipped beneath the sheet, but he caught it. "I want you… again."

"You might want to actually let me say that line of till death do us part before you go putting it to the test, love." He gathered her in, but she wiggled free of his grasp, tossing the sheet from the bed and pressing flush against him. Straddling his hips, she rocked her hips against him.

"Fuck, I'm going to die a happy man," he said rolling her to her back.

Fin.

A/N: Originally written for the fwhg_ldws (Fred Weasley/Hermione Granger Last Drabble Writer Standing Competition) on Live Journal where the prompt was a marriage proposal. This one made it through to the next round and won "Mod's Choice".