Summary: Fifth year approaches and for Fred and Hermione, the relationship is still as perfect as ever. But this year brings new problems, in the form of Umbridge, Ron's renewed jealousy, the Ministry and Voldemort.

Disclaimer: All characters and general plotlines belong to JK Rowling. Anything you do not recognise, is mine.

Pairings: FW/HG

So it's back! (By popular demand!) This is the sequel to Christmas Kisses. It picks up at the beginning of fifth year, read 'Christmas Kisses' (under my username) to read them getting together after christmas in 4th year :)

"Mione!" I sighed as my mother called up the stairs. She'd been bothering me all day despite knowing that I was trying to get packed. I walked out of my room to the top of the stairs, where she waited at the bottom.

"Yeah?" I responded, forcing a smile onto my face.

"So you don't need a lift anywhere? When are they coming to get you?"

"Fred's coming in an hour mum. You know, how he's come all summer? He apparates." She nodded, looking confused as I walked back into my bedroom. I loved my parents, I really truly did. But i'd been at home for five weeks and my request from Mr. Weasley to go stay at the new 'headquarters' hadn't come soon enough.

Fred wouldn't tell me anything, said it all had to come from the rest of the order when I was taken to wherever they were today. It'd been frustrating, but obviously this was the sort of time in the summer I'd gone to the Burrow before anyway, so as I knew who i'd be with, it didn't matter as much where I was going.

Fred..

Other than the fact that I always found it difficult to get back into the muggle way of living, I'd had a really good summer. Where Harry and Ron tended to be simply letter contact (and not much of it) until the last week or so, this summer had been totally different. Obviously Fred wasn't just a friend, he was my best friend, and by the end of fourth year we'd been very serious. I'd seen him every other day or so over the holidays, which had been amazing.

Every day with Fred was amazing. I often found myself thinking it was crazy that I was with him, thanking my luck, god or whatever that of all the girls in the world Fred had chosen to fall in love with Hermione Granger. I didn't doubt myself anymore, or worry that he'd run off with someone else. I felt totally secure with Fred, with the knowledge that when he said forever he meant it.

The summer had very much been about Fred and I. I'd seen Ron twice, but Fred far preferred to come to mine, and the idea of an older boyfriend was much easier to coax my mother into when he was having meals with us, watching our television in her eyesight or going to places in the muggle town that she recognized. He'd loved coming over for dinner and chatting to my mum, she'd been charmed instantly by his praise of her food. My dad was a softie anyway, he'd liked Fred the second he'd told my dad earnestly that he was in love with me.

My room at home had been until this summer the place I associated with my muggle life. But as he had with every aspect of my life, Fred had come into it and swirled magic into every corner. My room held so many memories now of our summer, just him and me, and I looked around for a moment with a smile.

My bed I could skip over. Fred and I hadn't talked any more about when we were going to take 'us' to the next level, he was leaving it up to me, as he'd said when we'd talked only a few weeks into our relationship. He never pushed me further than I wanted but it didn't mean some serious make out sessions hadn't taken place on my single sheets. One perfect day we'd taken a nap together on my little single bed. Waking up next to him had probably been amongst my favourite moments.

There was a small burn now on my carpet.. Fred had had an incident with my curling tongs. Not knowing what it was, he'd picked it up, burnt his finger rather badly and run downstairs to my mother. I'd followed of course, and neither of us had thought to switch them off.

"Why do you have a burning metal stick in your room?"

"Why did you pick it up, you nutter!"

My books, rather than be a point of jokes for Fred had actually interested him. Well, I liked to think so. Some part of it had been him taking an interest in what I loved but he'd also quite enjoyed reading books with me at the park this summer, when we'd taken picnics a few days.

Pinned in the corner of my noticeboard were several mementos of our summer. First was cinema tickets. Taking Fred to the cinema for our 6 months anniversary had been an.. well. An experience.

"Why are they so loud? Can they hear me?"

"Is this really happening? Can we get a video camera?"

Beside that was a few receipts, not of things I particularly remembered buying but instead had kept them as a memory of the story that went along with them. A receipt for tea he'd bought me, a sweater we'd bought together when Fred had had a run in with a shopkeeper over wizarding money, and a chocolate receipt for the corner shop when I'd taken him to try some muggle chocolate.

"So they just do the one flavour?"

"It's kind of bitter isn't it?"

"This is weird money. Don't you ever rip it?"

Every day with Fred had been an experience, every day I loved him more, if that was even possible. I'd begun to find him sitting with me in my bedroom a norm, miss him at the dinner table when he came over.

2:30... I had about twenty minutes until Fred would arrive. Time had passed quickly just thinking about him. I started picking up things from around the room and packing them into my trunk quickly.

Five minutes later I turned around, heading toward my windowsill. Pictures of Ron, Harry and I, along with several of the girls and George scattered along haphazardly. Pride of place in the centre was a large photo of Fred and myself, his arms around my waist and his head atop mine. I laid it on top of my case carefully, folding a sweater around it.

The doorbell rung as I swung my trunk shut. I smiled, and the butterflies that still filled my stomach when Fred was near swirled up and I couldnt stop a smile spreading over my face as I heard him speak.

"Where's my girl?" He headed up the stairs and knocked twice.

"Come in." I called out, and he did so, opening the door and heading towards me. He pecked me on the nose and slid an arm around my waist.

"You packed? No, who am I kidding, of course you're packed." He looked around my room.

"I'm gonna miss our summer." He said, his arms around my waist and his head on top of mine. Remembering the photo i'd just put into my case I grinned and leant back into him.

"Me too, but I can't wait to get to your house." I turned around to face him, rolling my eyes at how short I was compared to him. He laughed.

"Shortie." I smacked his arm.

"I can't wait to live with you again." I said with a small smile, trailing my hand up to his elbow and squeezing his forearm. I raised my eyebrows.

"Work out much?"

"Only for you." He smirked and backed away and I raised my eyebrows.

Fred had made me much more open, it was so easy to be carefree and fun around him. He made me happier and in his own way had made me realise that constantly working wasn't the most important thing in my life, it was more important to focus on my family and friends.

"When we leaving?" I questioned, and he shrugged, lying back on my perfectly made bed. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I just made that."

"You know your mum'll change this before christmas love." I shook my head.

"Not the point."

"I'll fix it?" He wheedled, and I couldn't stop the grin emerging from my face as he pulled my arms, gently helping me onto the bed in front of him. He pulled me closer so that I was sat on top of his legs, disregarding my squirming and holding both of my hands, his face close to mine.

"Can I have a proper Hello please?" He winked and I laughed, blinking twice before leaning in to kiss him properly.

"Sweetheart, are you ready?" My mothers voice startled me a few minutes later, and I leaned back from him, rolling sideways off the bed.

"I'm just grabbing her case Mrs. Granger." With a salute to me my boyfriend pushed the door open and as they walked downstairs I smiled at the sound of their voices.

"You know you can call me Jane Fred."

"I know Mrs Gra- Jane. I'll get used to it."

I sat back on my bed, grinning as I looked around my room. We had really had a great summer. Fred had got acquainted with my family which had just secured him in my mind as my boyfriend, someone I loved. I'd come to terms with the fact that he was long term, that I would be with Fred for the rest of my life. And when he looked at me like he had moments before, kissed me, held me, I didn't doubt that he was all I was ever going to want.

Then again, I still found it hard to believe sometimes that I was all Fred wanted either. It was my self esteem talking, I trusted Fred completely. But when he, as he had only moments ago and so many times over the summer, looked at me after I'd kissed him.. The look on his face was just purely Fred, completely happy. I still marvelled that I could mean that much to him.

"Come on babe!" I startled, and grabbing my bag from the side I made to leave the room. I looked back as I reached the door.

My bedroom held so many memories of our summer, our first summer where Fred was everything to me. Discovering his place in my home life had been wonderful, but now we were returning to the world in which we belonged, and that was even more exciting.