A/N: Most of this was finished last night, but my computer had a heart attack, so I couldn't update until now!! Enjoy the little twist that is thrown in!

Fred was so wrapped up in the feeling and tastes he was experiencing that he didn't hear the door chime open downstair when Pig flew in, and didn't even notice that the door opened to his room until Pig flew over and hooted in his ear. Pulling away breathless and entirely aroused, he rolled over lazily. He saw Pig, muttered a few choice curses under his breath and started to reach over to take the letter, scrambling off the bed and over to the other side of the room when he saw the smoking letter. "Bloody hell, 'Mione," he said, pointing at the Howler. He reached over to Pig, who had hopped closer, and gingerly opened the letter, which immediately formed the mouth shape and started screeching. "FRED WEASLEY! HERMIONE JANE GRANGER! DINNER STARTED AT 6 O'CLOCK, AND IT IS NOW 6:25! IF YOU TWO DON'T APPARATE TO THE BURROW IN THREE MINUTES, I'M COMING AFTER YOU! FRED, YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THIS, HERMIONE'S ONLY JUST GOTTEN HERE. HERMIONE, DEAR, WELL, I'M SORRY YOU GOT ROPED INTO FRED'S SCHEME...." Fred grimaced as the Howler shrivelled up into ashed. "I think it's time we went to dinner, eh?" He asked nonchalantly. He reached over for her, and tried to pull her close. "I promise we will finish this later..." he whispered suggestively in her ear.

At first, Hermione thought he was saying bloody hell because she was a good kisser. That fantasy was blown out the window however when the flat was filled with the voice of Molly Weasley, Mother hen extrordinaire. She blushed a deep red, jumping to conclusions about what the family must think. After the initial shock of the howler, she looked to Fred curiosly, "How did she know where we were?" Meanwhile, a club full of teens and a family of ducks were scared wandless by Howlers that went unopened, and therefore increased in volume.

"There are only so many places I just up and run to, Hermione. Come on, Apparate with me." he didn't bother telling her that her lips were swollen and her clothes were slightly rumpled; he thought she looked damn good just like that. He grabbed her hand, and together they Apparated back to the Burrow. He held open the front door for her, smiling cheekily. From the sounds of things inside, Molly was still having a fit.

Hermione had never much liked the feeling of side along apparition, she hated how she felt like she wasn't in control, but apparating with Fred was different entirely. She trusted him completely. She took a deep breath before stepping into the Burrow, and luckily Molly had been forced into the living room by Arthur, and didn't see them yet. Ginny was the first to see them, and whispered, "Bloody hell! Mum about called the ministry on you two! Harry told them about some muggle custom called an amber alert a few months ago, and she was going on and on about it!" She looked at Hermione's lips and clothes, and gasped. Deciding to dave her thoughts for later, she pushed Fred into the living room, and pulled Hermione up the stairs to her room to clean up a bit. "If mum sees you like this..." She didn't even finish the sentence. Hermione allowed herself to be steered around, only because she still couldn't believe all of this was happening.

Fred glanced around, trying to steer clear of Molly for as long as possible. He saw George and Angelina together at the table, both of them grinning like dolts. Fred grinned as well, and his thoughts were confirmed when Angelina slid her left hand just slightly out of her pocket to flash the ruby and diamond engagement ring adorning her hand. Fred mimed himself keeping quiet, but was motioned over by George before he could escape. "What happened to Hermione? She looked like...." George stopped and slapped his brother on the back when Fred just smiled. "Way to go, brother! But you know a certain little brother of ours will have a problem with this..." Fred rolled his eyes, and shushed his twin. He tried to sneak through the living room on his way up to see Ginny and Hermione, but as soon as the door swung open, Molly Weasley turned and fixated her son in a fierce gaze. "The nerve you have, Fred Weasley. Gallivanting off, and with Hermione, no less! She hadn't even been here an hour and you were already playing your cruel jokes on her! Why, I thought I had raised you better than that!" After making the requisite apologies, ("Yes Mum, she's fine. She went to freshen up with Ginny before dinner.), he turned and walked up the stairs, running into Harry and Ron up the stairs. "Oy, Fred. I thought Mum was going mental when you just left with Hermione like that. Did you see her in that bathing suit today, mate? Merlin, I didn't know she looked that good..." Harry and Fred shared a glare at Ron, and Fred elbowed him sharply. "You bloody right git. She's not a piece of meat, you know!" He walked on up to Ginny's room and stood outside the door, eavesdropping. "Hermione Jane Granger," he heard Ginny say, "were you out snogging Fred? What about Ron? Here, let's get you cleaned up a bit. You're lips are about twice their normal size..."

Hermione hadn't realized how 'just kissed' she looked until Ginny pulled her over to a mirror. "Ugh, I look like I stuck my mouth in a vaccuum cleaner." She smiled though, thinking about how much better it was to kiss fred than it would be to kiss a vaccuum cleaner.

"Hermione!" Ginny cried out, seeing the glazed over look she was getting, "I don't want to be here while you fantasize about my brother!" She shuddered.
When Hermione was finished cleaning up, and had put cold water on her lips, she walked over to the door, and opened it, sure someone had just run down the stairs.

Fred had indeed bolted, and everyone except Ginny and Hermione were crammed around the table when Ginny finally dragged Hermione out. Fred and George exchanged knowing smiles, but thankfully, after Molly's outburst, there was no mention of the fiasco. Ginny saw that there was one seat avaliable next to Fred, and one between Harry and Ron, and she quickly sat down next to her boyfriend, kissing him lightly on the cheek as she did so. Molly looked so pleased at this; after all, Harry was quite the gentleman. Fred motioned for Hermione to sit next to him, realizing that dinner would in fact be fun after all.

Fred dug in to his food vigorously. Snogging like that definitely made him work up an appetite. Molly shook her head and smiled back, not noticing Hermione's still slightly puffy lips. Fred put his fork down, and placed his hands in his lap, seemingly distracted by the Quidditch conversation that was abundant at the table. He let his hand wander a little, and squeezed Hermione's knee, chuckling simultaneously at her reaction and at Harry's comment about how badly the Cannon's were doing, much to Ron's chagrin. He let his hand trail farther north, before dragging a finger along her inner thigh and then removing it to continue eating. Just then, George stood up, clearing his throat. Fred grinned widely, and motioned for everyone to prepare to cover their ears. "Mum, Dad, everyone. I have an announcement to make," George began, looking down at Angelina. "Earlier today, I spoke with Angelina's father, and... I've asked Angelina to marry, me, and bloody hell, she's said yes!" Fred quickly slammed one hand to his ear and pulled Hermione's head against his chest, covering them both as Molly shrieked in utter glee. Angelina shyly stood and flashed her engagement ring, which only increased the pitch of Molly's shriek a few more decibels. Fred pulled one hand away from his ear for long enough to continue his ministrations on Hermione's thigh while everyone else was exclaiming in shock and congratulations.

Hermione nearly jumped out of her chair when Fred grabbed her knee. She looked up at him witha look that she intended to mean "stop that!' but that ended up looking more like, "please, more'. She was intentionally avoiding entering the convorsation, because she knew very little about quiddich. When his hand moved up her thigh, she physically shivered. When George made his little announcement, it took a moment for it to sink in, because she was thinking about how much she would rather be snogging Fred just then. She screamed at the same time as molly, though not as loud, and not for the same reason. She pulled away from fred, "What are you doing?" she tried to sound stern, but ened up giggling. When everyone settled down, and Fred started teasing her again, she sent him a look, that clearly said, 'Stop if you don't want me on you right now!'

Fred caught the look on her face, and his pants tightened so fast he though he'd pass out from lack of blood flow to his brain. Clapping George on the back, he dug into his food again, sending a cheeky smile at Hermione. Unfortunately, a black-haired boy caught the look, smile, and actions of the two, and almost choked, he was laughing so hard. He leaned down to his girlfriend and whispered in her ear, "How long?" Ginny smiled, "About 3 hours, but I expect they've just been hiding it from themselves for a long, long time. I would feel bad for Ron, if he wasn't such an arse." Harry laughed again, and smiled knowingly to himself. Ron was entirely oblivious to all of this, as he was in a conversation with George about the intricacies of some foreign-sounding Quidditch move that they'd seen at the last match they'd been to.

Hermione looked up at her two best friends' laughter and blushed, horrified. She leaned over to Fred and whispered, "Now Harry knows!" She stood up, said something about the bathroom, and walked quickly over to it. She shut the door slightly harder than was needed, but not ebough to be considered slamming it. She splashed some water on her face, took a few deep breaths, flushed the toilet to make it more believable, and went back to the table. "Have you thought about a date?" she blurted out awkwardly, trying to distract herself.

Fred peered over at Harry and Ginny, reminding himself to speak with them later. George and Angelina looked at each other, and then she smiled and spoke her lilting voice carrying across the entire table. "Before the lot of you go back to Hogwarts, I expect. These times, you can't afford to wait." Fred just nodded, this was also something that George had told him. Molly's eyes widened, and she waved her wand, distractedly clearing the dishes. All the Weasley, and even Harry knew that this meant that Molly wasn't leaving the table without a good long discussion. Everyone immediately hurried to run away from the table. "Really? So soon? Oh, but there is so much to be done! Oh, Angelina, I must get Muriel's tiara for you to wear. It's goblin-made, you know." Fred, Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione ran for the sanctuary of the living room. Harry and Ron pulled out the Wizard's Chess, and Ginny gave Fred and Hermione a look, so he pulled the two girls over to the other side of the living room. "Hush, Gin." he said. He sat down on the floor, pulling Hermione down next to him, and Ginny down in front of him to complete their odd triangle.

Ginny was fairly easy to convince to stay quiet. She didn't want Molly even more stressed than she now was with the wedding looming sooner than expected. The rest of the evening went fairly quickly, though Molly popped in everytime she had a brilliant idea for the wedding. Hermione complained that she was tired and slipped up to Ginny's room, and when everyone else soon followed, she slipped downstairs to the kitchen, to escape Ginny's questions about her and Fred. It wasn't that she didn't want to answer... She just didn't know what to say.

Fred, in fact, hadn't gone to bed with the rest of them. He sat in the living room, head spinning. He wanted to go to Hermione so badly he nearly physically ached from it, but didn't want to give Ginny even more blackmail. Sighing, he figured he'd have to wait until the following day to snog her again. He plodded into the kitchen to get a glass of pumpkin juice before retiring for the night, and stopped dead in his tracks. She was at the table, not facing him, and his blood heated just looking at her. He crept up behind her and gently swept her hair to one side, kissing her neck. "Why, hullo there," he said against her neck, licking and kissing it some more, "I expected you to be upstairs, being hounded by my nosy sister. But since you're here...." he trailed off, continuing his actions from where he was behind her.

I know! Cliffhanger! But I have to keep you all reading somehow...

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~Heather