"Well, that was kind of anticlimactical." Hermione stepped back and looked at him with bewilderment, "It was what?" she asked, for the first time at a loss for words. "An-ti-cli-mac-ti-cal; Anticlimactical." Fred replied, a mischievous smile on his face. Hermione swatted him on the arm with a laugh, "Fred, that's not a word. You can't conjugate anticlimactic."

When Hermione sees the time, she noticed her husband never came back from putting their daughter to bed. She decides to check up on her family to see where Fred has gone. A short and (VERY) fluffy Fremione future!fic.

A fluffy Hermione/Charlie one-shot: Hermione has decided to do an internship at the Romanian Ministry of Magic. Before she starts though, she'd promised Mrs. Weasley to deliver a small parcel to Charlie. As a thank you, Charlie decides to give her a tour of the reservation. But: "Kissing in front of a dragon's nest might not be the smartest plan."

"I'm feeling like breaking a rule or two, how about … decree twenty-six?" George whispered into her ear, lightly grazing the shell of her ear with his lips. An incredibly fluffy Geomione one-shot, for when you're in need of some romance. Including a broom closet and a ignorant Harry and Ron. Rating just to be save.

George Weasley needs to escape England after Fred's death. On an impulsive decision he buys a one way trip to Australia. Here he meets a muggle girl, in whom he finds love and support. They begin to depend on each other, but does his relationship with a muggle break the statute of secrecy and put their love in danger? How much can their love take until it breaks? (Warnings inside)