A/N: ALright well this is really short but I hope to put up another chapter soon.

"Not at all," Hermione smiled.

"Great," Fred grinned. "Here, I'll take your bag." Fred went to take Hermione's suitcase and Hermione hesitated. She was about to protest and say she could handle it, but thought better of it and handed the bag over.

Fred took the bag and carried it into the spare bedroom. He set the large bag on the chair in the corner and then went back out to meet Hermione.

"Well." Fred clapped his hands together. "Do you want to get settled in now?"

Hermione nodded, "Sounds good."

Fred stepped back a bit as he began to feel the effects of Hermione's emotions.

Is that...anxiety?

""Mione." Fred raised his eyebrows with an amused smile.

"What?" Hermione nervously tugged and the bottom of her shirt, stretching the sheer lavender fabric and the cream camisole underneath.

"Calm down."

Oh, right. Okay, Hermione breathe.

Fred walked towards the hallway and pulled Hermione with him as he passed her. "So this is the bathroom, my bedroom, your room, and the linen closet. Back this way: the kitchen, living room, and coat closet." He pointed the rooms out as he went along and Hermione took note of everything and observed.

The whole apartment just screamed 'Fred Weasley'. The furniture was colourful and looked purposefully mix hallways were all painted a Kelly green, while the living room was a calm taupe with varied sized paintings covering each side with loud colours. The kitchen was blue like the sky on a spring morning, vibrant while still light. The empty space of wall beside the fridge was covered with scraps of parchment and notes. Hermione went over and read a couple to herself.

Stole your left shoe- George...Sure. Not spaghetti. –Fred...Angelina's coming over tonight. You mind? –George...Jeez George- The better-looking one

Hermione laughed and Fred looked at the notes she was looking at.

Oh Merlin.

He grabbed a couple off the wall before Hermione could see them and shoved them in his pocket.

She doesn't need to read those.

Hermione noticed and could feel Fred's embarrassment. Though the opportunity was rare to tease either of the twins Hermione chose not to say anything and instead pointed to one of the notes.

"Spaghetti? And what's this about your left shoe?" she asked.

Fred chuckled, "Inside jokes. George is over here a lot."

That explains it.

"I'm going to go unpack if you don't mind," Hermione told him slowly. He nodded.

"Oh. Yeah that's fine, go ahead."

Well, this is awkward.

Is this as awkward for her as it is for me?

Hermione went into the guest room quickly. She looked around. The room was a vibrant purple. The bed was made up with white bedding and the floor was a dark stained wood. There was a chest of drawers across from the bed, a nightstand beside it, and a red, corduroy upholstered armchair in the corner. The walls were bare, making the purple seem brighter, and the only decoration was a single poster on the closet door that had the Chudley Cannons and in block print bold lettering read 'Flying like mad'. She smiled; even though she wasn't a fanatic when it came to Quidditch the poster seemed to complete the room. It made it seem more comfortable and warm.

She sat down on the bed and bounced a bit. It was one of those things that you can't help but do with beds in new rooms. She grabbed her bag from the chair and unzipped it first pulling out her shrunken toiletries and then her neatly folded pyjamas and sweaters, slowly making her way through the contents of the bag.

She had finished organizing her undergarments, pyjamas and pants in the chest of drawers and was going towards the closet when she tripped over her shoes. She let out a quick, short, shriek as she fell.

"Hermione?" Fred called out worriedly. He rushed into the room, holding onto the door frame as he came to a halt in the doorway. "What happened?"

Hermione lay on the floor, gingerly touching the arm she fell on. She looked at Fred, then at the floor, then at the shoe she tripped on, and she laughed.

Fred gave her an odd look. "I'm going to guess you're not okay?"

Hermione shook her head, "No. No, I'm fine. I just...jeez, I tripped over my own shoe." She held up the shoe in question.

Fred wasn't exactly sure what to say to that.

Hermione laughed again, "I'm sorry. I'm not quite sure why this is so funny but..." she sighed, "Merlin it feels good to laugh."

Fred pushed some of the red hair from his eyes. "Well as long as you're enjoying yourself."

Hermione finally got up from the floor and picked up the clothes she had been holding. She opened the closet and went to be her things away when she noticed Fred's confused look.

"What?" she asked self-consciously.

Fred tilted his head in question. "You could just use magic," he suggested.

Hermione blushed.

Of course you could, you idiot.

"Right."

Fred chuckled, "You feeling okay? A little out of it?"

"No," Hermione said, now sounding exasperated. At Fred's look of doubt she explained. "The past few days I haven't really used magic. It...it wasn't really needed for anything and it's slightly awkward to use magic at home. Everything else is muggle."

"Ah, I see," Fred said.

Hermione smiled sheepishly. "Well, then..."

She magically put all of her clothes in the closet and then checked her watch. It was only six o'clock. "Um, well now that all of that's done...Well how are you feeling?"

How am I feeling?

"I'm-er-fine, I guess," he shrugged.

"No, I mean, after-"

"The accident?" Fred asked. "Really, 'Mione, it's been nearly a week now, it's going to take more than a wall to keep a Weasley down that long."

Hermione laughed, "Well anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner or something. Just a small piece of my thanks."

Tonight?

Fred rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Uh, well I kind of promised George we'd get together tonight. Sorry. But you can come if you want," he offered.

Oh. Well...

"Hey, if you don't think George would mind, I'd like to take you both out," Hermione smiled.

"No. We wouldn't let you do that."

"Oh, why not? Please?" Hermione looked up at him hopefully. "I'll take you guys somewhere muggle. It'll be an experience."

"No."

"Yes." Hermione smiled as left the shop after collecting George. They apparated into muggle London; into an alley way a block from the restaurant. "Now, both of you, put your wands away."

"What?" Fred and George said at the same time.

"Put your wands away," Hermione enunciated clearly as if speaking to toddlers."Now," she added.

Where? We're wearing jeans. Muggle trousers. There are no wand pockets. Nada.

Fred shoved his hands in his pockets to prove his point and Hermione shook her head. "Alright, here." She held out a hand and both of them handed their wands over. Hermione tucked them into her bag. "Good. Now let's go."

Each twin linked an arm through one of Hermione's as she led them around the block and to the restaurant.

Along the way the two twenty year olds were compelled to comment on just about everything.

"Fred, that woman's hair is blue, look."

"Hm. Looks like a spell gone wrong."

"Our colour changing candies would have done better."

"Yeah...George look. That man is talking to himself!"

Oh, please lower you voices.

"No, no," George pointed at the cell phone the man was holding, "he's talking to the lectonic."

"Electronic," Hermione corrected. "It's a cell phone. So you can-"

They walked past a small park and two brothers who looked around eight and ten years old were each solidly gripping sticks and waving them around madly.

One boy had a slight lisp and yelled, "Abracadabra!"

The other older of the two laughed and made the same movements back.

Fred and George both flinched, each looking appalled at the two boys actions.

Did he just mock Avada his brother?

Fred voiced this thought and to the Weasleys' surprise, she laughed.

"'Mione! After everything surely you know that's not something to joke about!"

Hermione calmed her laughter and looked at the two nearly identical blokes. "Fred, George, he wasn't pretending to kill his brother." She kept walking, getting them to move on from the scene. "Abracadabra it's what a lot of muggles associate magic with. It's a spell," he finger quoted, "that most magicians use during acts of fake magic. It's only for entertainment. Even if the boy did say the unforgivable, he doesn't know what he's doing. They're muggles."

Fred and George both audibly sighed in relief.

Goodness.

"Here we go," Hermione opened the door to the restaurant. "Come on."

Well this will be interesting.

A/n: As I said, this is really short and I am aware of that. Sorry. But I do hope to write another chapter soon. Not sure if anyone's still reading this after such a long wait in which case if you are please review and let me know what your thoughts are and if you have any ideas for future chapters.

thanks.

ANyways,

Scarlett