This is the last chapter!

Harry Potter isn't mine.

Two weeks later found Fred knocking on Hermione's bedroom door, listening for sounds of movements. They'd both agreed to take the relationship slow, Hermione not feeling ready and Fred not wanting to push her into anything. So, as a result, although they were sharing a flat, they were still in separate bedrooms. That was just fine with both of them at the moment, they spent every available minute of the day together and both were determined that this relationship was going to last – they'd been through so much it just had to.

"Hermione? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Fred. Give me just one second...ready!" Opening the door Hermione stepped out, only to be grabbed round the waist by Fred, who pulled her close to him. "Good night's sleep, love?" he asked, pressing little kisses all along her neck.

"Yes, Fred, I had a very good night's sleep," Hermione said, giving him a hug in return and pressing her lips to his, which he had removed from her neck. He'd been so protective over the last couple of weeks, never letting Hermione out of his sight. Which was fine, of course, seeing as they'd just stayed in the flat, not venturing out at all. The Weasleys and Potters had all called round, accepting the brief, watered down version of events Fred and Hermione gave them, and all saying the same thing; that they were glad Malfoy was under lock and key, with a heavy guard around the clock, for his sake, otherwise he'd be dead, and how pleased they were that Hermione was safe and back with them.

"So, I was thinking pancakes today," suggested Fred. "And this time, they won't be charred to a cinder," he chuckled remembering his last, disastrous attempt at cooking pancakes.

"That sounds good," sighed Hermione, heading into the kitchen with him, and helping him rustle up a large stack of pancakes.

"Fred," she started, once they'd both sat down.

"Yes, Hermione?"

"I was wondering, could we go and buy me a new wand today? I would love to be able to do magic again."

"Of course. We can go straight after breakfast, if you want."

Hermione nodded eagerly, then blushed as Fred chuckled.

They quickly demolished the pancakes, and were soon in Diagon Alley, threading their way through the hourdes of people shopping. Arriving at Ollivander's, Fred opened the door and they both stepped into the dark shop.

Ollivander poked his head around a shelf and greeted them. "Ah, Miss Granger, Mr Weasley, come for a new wand have you? I hate it when a wand gets damaged beyond repair, it's such a waste. Anyway, let's see if we can find you a good match, Miss Granger. Now, let's see..." he disappeared back among the shelves, scanning the wand boxes.

"He could tell George and I apart when we came in here to get our wands," Fred whispered. "Freaked us right out. No one had been able to before, even Mum had trouble."

And suddenly Ollivander was there again, holding out a box which had nestling in it, a wand. With a glance at Fred, he said, "I think this may be the right one, I do hope so."

Fingers shaking slightly, Hermione reached into the box and gently lifted the wand out, adjusting her grip on it before looking around for something to try it out on. Catching sight of a vase of wilting flowers, she pointed the wand at it; she said, clearly, "vivere rursus." Immediately the flowers brightened and stood up taller, almost glowing with health and life.

"Ah, yes! A perfect match!" cried Ollivander, clapping his hands together. "Beech-wood, quite supple, 11 and ¾ inch and a core of unicorn mane hair. Quite a rare core, that, many people have unicorn tail hair, including your brother," he nodded to Fred, "and your friend," he nodded to Hermione, "Ron Weasley."

Fred frowned. "That's right – he does have unicorn tail hair. But unicorn mane hair - that's my wand core as well."

Ollivander nodded at him in acknowledgement. "I should tell you that the mane hair from your wand, Miss Granger, was collected by my niece when she was a lot younger –that wand is very old, you see. She managed to collect two other hairs as well. One of them was too short and quite unusable, but the other went into a wand made of ash-wood, exactly twelve inches long and rather swishy," he turned to Fred. "Your wand, Fred Weasley. Your wand and Miss Granger's wand are brothers, and no doubt you know what that means?"

"Yes," Hermione breathed. "They can't be used against each other – it just won't work."

Ollivander nodded. "That's correct, Miss Granger. The same thing occured between Harry Potter's and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's wands. Although perhaps not the best example, it does serve to show that the owners of the wand have fates, destinies, that are interconnected. In this instance, it does bode well for your relationship," he said, glancing between the two of them. "Now, do look after each other," he said bowing his head to them.

"How much-?" Fred started to ask, but Ollivander shook his head.

"No charge. It's not often I give a wand to someone who is in a relationship with the owner of its brother. It's an honour. And anyway, I owe Miss Granger my life, for helping to rescue me those four years ago."

"Mr Ollivander-" Hermione protested.

"No, no my dear, I insist." He went to the door and opened it for them. "Now, you two go and enjoy the rest of your lives together."

Glancing once at each other, Fred and Hermione thanked Ollivander and left the shop, disappearing into the crowds of people, arms wrapped around each other.

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