Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.-Anonymous
"So," Ron started, looking like he was struggling. "let me make sure I've got this right. You all were transported to the year 410, and wound up in Camelot. Mordred tried to trick Arthur into thinking you were Morgause, and then you all got back here by making a time turner."
I frowned and nodded my head. It didn't sound all that neat when he summed it up like that. Apparently Harry agreed with me because he shrugged.
"In essence, but there was a lot more to it." He said, his tone slightly indignant. Fred and George both flashed him an identical grin. We hadn't told them the part about Fred and me getting together, the girls were still looking at me like they wanted to hear that part of the story. I was also keenly aware of Ron's unwavering gaze on me.
"Here dear, let me fix you another cup." Mrs. Weasley refilled my cup of tea and I took another large sip from it. It was funny how much this was like when Harry and I had come back from the hunt to find my parents. I guess that had just been this morning for them.
The liquid was warm against my throat and filled me with a sense of comfort. It made me feel like I was back home. I was back home.
Mrs. Weasley sat back in her chair and gave me and Fred an appraising look. "So…" she said, giving us an encouraging smile. Fred just grinned back, clearly getting a lot of joy from the annoyed look on her face.
"Are you two together now?" Ginny asked baldly, leaning forward and flashing us a smile. Fred let out a laugh and I smiled at her.
"Not much for beating around the bush, are you?" I asked with a light laugh.
"Well?" She asked. I turned to look at Fred, a grin lifting my lips up. He was smiling at me as well, and his beautiful blue eyes were sparkling.
"Yeah, we're together now." He said, answering Ginny's question. Ron let out a snort of laughter that startled me. I turned my head to face him, not bothering to hide my frown.
"Is something funny Ronald?" He nodded his head, still grinning like he found the fact that I was dating Fred hilarious. His smile slipped some when he looked back at us and realized neither of us was smiling even a little bit.
"You can't be serious." He said. He really thought we were joking. Why was it so hard to believe? I'd decided I'd liked Fred, and I then fell in love with him, nothing out of the normal. Or did he find the fact that Fred loved me hard to believe?
"Actually," Fred said flatly, frowning at his brother. "I'm perfectly serious. It was over two months there."
"They're rather well suited, aren't they?" Harry asked, frowning at Ron as well. At least we weren't the only ones insulted by his disbelief. I found it annoying, but as long as Harry understood me, and George, I didn't really care. Ron was still my friend, but I no longer felt anything towards him. Well other than annoyance. I didn't feel that little flutter in my heart that he used to cause. That flutter had turned into a flame for Fred.
I grasped his hand a little tighter, thrilled by the way things had turned out. No one other than Ron was upset, and as I already mentioned, I didn't care what he thought.
"It'll take me some time to get used to it, but I'm thrilled for you." Mrs. Weasley said with a big grin. A smile tugged Fred's lips back up and he nodded his head.
"Yeah, figured that much. I can't believe it hasn't even been a full day here." I nodded my head, laughing softly.
"I didn't see that one coming either." I commented.
Fleur glanced at Bill with a big grin, and he gave a faint nod so she turned back to us. "'Ermione?"
"Yes?" I asked, feeling curious. I had never liked Fleur much until we'd gotten near to her wedding. She had been able to see that Harry, Ron, and I were trying to plan something, and had distracted Mrs. Weasley a few times so we could talk. Then, when we were at shell cottage after the attack at Malfoy Manor, she had helped me heal. She'd taken exceptionally good care of me. Sometime during it all she had worked her way into my heart and become a friend.
"Would you stand? I weesh to see your dress." I smiled at that, pushing my chair back and standing. I had forgotten I was still wearing the thing. It was a long, deep red, velvet, dress with gold trim and a v neck. It had a belt of gold around the waist and sleeves that opened at the elbows, flaring until they barely touched the floor. White, tight, sleeves covered the rest of my bear arm so my scar didn't show through, and my bushy mane was pulled back in an intricate plate woven with red and gold ribbon. I had still been dressed up from my date with Arthur, so I was wearing some of my finest.
"Eet eez beauteeful!" She exclaimed, standing up with Ginny and Angelina to better see me. I grinned and turned around, causing the skirt to flair out a little bit.
"Is that actual chainmail?" Mr. Weasley asked, leaning forward and feeling the mail hanging off George's arm. George held his arm out so that his father could see, grinning unashamedly at how excited his dad was.
"Want to see our swords?" Fred asked, unbuckling his from around his waist and laying it on the table. Mr. Weasley's eyes grew wide at that and he nodded his head, picking the weapon up gently as Bill and Charlie moved closer for a better look. Even Percy grinned and leaned over to see better.
Mrs. Weasley grinned, moping a tear from her eyes as she looked at her sons. She got a sparkle in her eye and shook her head, letting out a light laugh as she reached over to feel George's much longer hair. It was pulled back by a small leather string in a rather long ponytail. Fred's was the same, and Harry's was nearly long enough to be in a ponytail. I hadn't thought about it any while we had been there, all the higher status men had longer hair, but here it was seen as rebellious.
"I'm going to have to give you a proper trim soon." George laughed and nodded his head.
"Yep, this is too hot for summer. Also, it takes forever to style it in the mornings." He said, waving his hand in the air prissily, and batting his eyes. I let out a loud laugh, along with every one else.
"I don't know, I think it suits you." Bill said with a wink. "Plus, it'll take her attention off of my own hair for a little while."
"Just a little trim dear, that's all I'm suggesting."
"I'll let you at mine tomorrow, mum." George said, yawning slightly at the end. Mrs. Weasley frowned and stood up.
"Enough of that, you four have been up for a lot longer than us. Off to bed for you, you can sleep here tonight." She said, ushering us up in a motherly protective way that I had dearly missed. Fred, George, Harry, and I stood, walking towards the stairs as Mrs. Weasley walked behind us.
"Harry? You can stay in Ron's room, I hope that's all right. Fred and George, you can have your old room, and Hermione, you can stay with Ginny." I nodded my head. I saw George shoot Fred a look, and a silent conversation passed between them before George glanced at Angelina. Fred gave a barely visible nod and then we were at the stairs. Harry went up first, right beside Ron, and they headed towards Ron's room. I kept going, because Ginny and my room was at the top next to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's room. The twins room was next and right as I passed it I felt Fred slip something in the belt on my dress. A grin lifted my lips as I continued up the steps, fighting the urge to go ahead and read the letter.
I made it all the way up the stairs and managed not to read the letter. I stepped into her room and noted that Ginny hadn't followed me up… Maybe she had been detained in Ron's room. I slipped the letter out of my pocket and began to read what it said.
George is sneaking into Angelina's room, so I have a bed free if you're interested. Ginny won't mind, and mum won't find out.
A grin lifted my lips as I read the letter. I changed my dress quickly in for a worn pair of pajamas. I was wearing a pair of cotton shorts, and a cotton tank top, both were a pale yellow. It felt incredible, wearing shorts and a shirt again. I had forgotten how free it felt, I almost felt immodest.
I left a note for Ginny on what would have been my bed, and snuck down to the twin's room with the use of a disillusionment spell. I avoided the squeaky patches that I had learned through my years staying at this house.
I reached their room a few moments later and I opened the door, deciding against knocking lest I alert the attention of Mrs. Weasley.
I stepped into the room and shut the door behind me. Fred was lying in his bed with one arm tucked behind his head and the other draped across his chest. His legs were stretched out in front of him and he was looking at the ceiling. He'd changed into his pajama's as well, a faded Irish quidditch shirt, and green plaid pants.
"I see you got my message." He said looking down from the ceiling.
"I might have." I said with a grin, stepping over to him and wrapping my arms around his chest.
"I have to say, I like these pajama's a lot more than the chemise." He whispered, running his hand up my bare arm.
"Me too, they're far more comfortable."
He grinned at that, scooting over in the bed so that I could lie beside him. "Do you think we changed anything?" He asked softly, his tone guilty.
"No, the fact that we're back here, just like we'd never left, makes me think we didn't." I said just as softly, leaning back so I could see his face.
He nodded his head at that. It was what I had thought since we'd first found out we were in the past.
"So everything Mordred did didn't change anything, did it?" He continued.
"That depends, you might say he always changed it." He was silent at that.
"It'll hurt your head if you think about it too hard." He said after a moment. I grinned and nodded my head. I snuggled under the covers and I leaned into his arms, happy to be home.
"Don't forget the cake!' Mrs. Weasley called as we headed outside. Bill let out a loud laugh and picked the cake up off the counter.
"She always get so excited about throwing parties." He said to me with a grin. "She seems to have forgotten how many we've been too."
"I can't believe we're still having it after everything that's happened." I said, holding the door open for him. He stepped through and thanked me, heading towards the long table that had been set up in the garden. The day was cool, but humid. Clouds had been rolling in all day, and it looked like it was going to storm at any minute. Still, Mrs. Weasley was not going to cancel this party for anything.
Everyone else was already at the table, Bill and I were the last two to arrive. I slipped into the seat between Harry and Fred, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. I turned to Harry and gave him a half hug.
"Mum, are you sure we shouldn't set up inside?" Percy asked, looking up at the sky with a frown.
"Nonsense, it's not going to rain." She said in a dismissive manner. She passed the potatoes to Harry, officially ending the conversation and starting the lunch. It was the best food I had had in months, I had dearly missed the taste of Mrs. Weasley's food-I hadn't realized just how much.
After the meal Mrs. Weasley lit the candles on the massive cake, and everyone sang a chorus of 'Happy Birthday' to Harry, Fred, George, Ron, and me. Mrs. Weasley sliced the cake, and was about to serve it, when a flash of lightening lit the sky. A heartbeat later a crack of thunder sounded, and it began to pour.
"Well," George said loudly as the rain began to soak us. "I'd say it's raining, mum."
"Oh shut it." She snapped, standing up and waving her wand over the cake. It disappeared, and she turned back towards us. "Come on, we'll continue the party inside."
"Why?" Fred asked. "It's just a little rain."
"I don't want to catch a cold." She called back, already headed towards the house with everyone else. I pushed my seat out, standing and letting out a laugh as it began to rain even harder.
Fred was still standing in the same spot, watching his mum and family run for the house with a big grin. "They're a bunch of chickens!" He yelled over the rain.
"Shouldn't we head inside?" I asked, looking up at him as the rain soaked me through.
"Why?" He asked, grinning down at me. "Are you scared to get a little wet?"
"I'm already really wet." I yelled back, it was hard to hear over the pounding rain.
"So why not stay out here?" He asked, grinning even wider.
"Are you serious?" I questioned, realizing he was just that.
"Sure, why not? It's only a little rain? Have you ever played in the rain, Hermione?" I shook my head. I honestly couldn't remember ever having played in the rain. "Then let me show you how it's done."
He stepped towards me and grabbed my hand, placing his other on my waist lightly. I realized what he wanted to do and I placed my free hand on his shoulder, grinning as he began to dance with me in a song he hummed. It was a slow song but he was spinning me in a wild dance that didn't fit the music at all. It made me laugh, deep belly laughs that made Fred grin even wider. He slowed the dance down, pulling me closer to him and blocking some of the rain from me. He leaned his head over me, nuzzling his cheek against my wet curls.
"See, it's fun." He whispered against my ear. I repressed the urge to shiver against him and leaned in closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his arms.
"I have to admit, it's not bad at all." I said. The hand I had on his shoulder moved towards his neck and I wove my fingers through his shorter hair. I twirled my fingers around in them, not missing the way he squeezed me tighter.
I leaned back slightly and looked at his eyes, they had turned a darker blue, a shade that I loved and always made me feel warmer. I leaned up on my tip toes and pressed a kiss to his wet lips, no longer caring even a little that it was pouring down rain. Fred was right, it was fun to play in the rain.
"We should get back." He said after we broke the kiss. I nodded my head.
"Yeah, they're probably about to send someone out for us."
He dropped his hand from my waist and tightened his hold on my hand. We turned towards the house hand in hand. Heading towards a bright future, made possible by a twisted past.
After all, I had actually found my knight in shining armor, why would I ever give him up?
A/N: Well, that's the end! I hope you all enjoyed it, I've had a lot of fun writing this. The middle ages is one of my favorite time periods, and it always surprised me that I could never find any Harry Potter fics with it. Also, I completed another goal with this story, I wrote a Fred/Hermione fic with over a 100,000 words! Yippe! (There were only two before I finished this one. We need more long stories.)
So, I hope you all enjoyed the story, and don't forget to review. Thanks for all the reviews so far, and a preemptive thanks for reviewing this chapter. I've got another George/ Hermione story in the works, it'll be up next week.