This is my first Fanfic so please give me feedback so I can improve my writing skills.

Notes: In this story, Fred is not dead. Also, most people do not speak using proper grammar all the time so some of the speech will be improper (NOt completely on pupose), however i do hope it is easy enough to understand. Last thing, 1/2 view is my favorite. Enjoy :)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter one: Under the tree

Hermione flipped another page in her thick muggle book. It was a peaceful evening in the Burrow and everyone was taking part in their own activities; Ginny and Harry were taking a walk, Mr. Weasley was at work, Mrs. Weasley working on the garden, Fred and George at their shop, and Ron was up stairs. Even though the summer was just ending, it was already starting to cool off for fall. Hermione leaned against the arm of the old couch; a light red blanket was pulled up to her hips. She was in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of plaid PJ pants that look just a little too big for the petite girl. Blindly, she reached for her tea on the coffee table in front of the couch; she took a short break from her book to sip her tea and returned it to table.

Behind her, Ron, her boyfriend, was walking down the stairs and sat down on the couch at her feet. Hermione sat up and allowed Ron to scoot closer. She placed the book next to her tea and gave Ron a light kiss on his lips. He pulled her closer to try to deepen it, but Hermione backed away and unraveled from his arms.

"Ron." Hermione said in a condescending manor to tell Ron she wasn't going to do it.

"What's wrong Hermione? It's not like anyone is here and we're a couple, it's fine. Fred and Angie do way more INFRONT of my mum." He said already getting frustrated.

"I'm sorry, but just not here…or now." Hermione was about to grab her book and put it in her shared room with Ginny, but then she saw Ron storm away. She followed him into the kitchen. "What is it, Ron? You have been so testy these last few days."

"I am sorry that I want to show my girlfriend I love her and she doesn't want me to!" He slammed his hands on a counter.

"Maybe your girlfriend isn't comfortable with that yet."

"It's almost been a year, by this time Fred and Angelina were-"

"I don't care about them Ron. I care about us, not about what other people are doing by 'now'" Hermione interrupted raising her voice.

Ron turn around, his face almost as red as his hair. She noticed his slight raise in irritability and she had no idea what it was about. She slowly walked over to the silent Ron who was still visibly mad and tense. She wrapped her arms around him and he hugged her back.

"I am sorry Ron, I am just scared, I think." Hermione said into his chest, still audible enough for Ron to hear.

"I am sorry too, Hermione. I think I just want to show you how much I care and it throws me off when you don't want it." Ron said pulling out of her hug, still holding onto her shoulders.

Hermione smiled flirtatiously and bit her lip. She got up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss that she had denied earlier. He lifted her up on to the counter trying to make it more comfortable for her. She dug her hands in his hair and he placed his hands on her waist. Her tasted of spearmint, Hermione's favorite, and his soft red hair running along her fingers, making her feel a little more comfortable.

"Oh, hello you two." Mrs. Weasley said entering the kitchen, interrupting their intimate moment.

Ron and Hermione stopped their moment, embarrassed. Hermione, with help from Ron, got down from the counter. Ron fixed his hair and placed an arm around Hermione, not letting her leave him in this awkward moment alone.

"Hi mum." Ron said calmly.

"Hello Mrs. Weasley." Hermione greeted in the same tone.

There was a silent moment where the couple was debating what to do next. Mrs. Weasley put a basket of produce she had gotten from the garden on a counter opposite of Ron and Hermione.

"Well, you two can run off now. I don't want you in my kitchen while I'm cooking." She said.

The couple got out of the kitchen and decided to head up to Ron's room. They entered the messy room. Quidditch posters hung all over his walls and dirty clothes covered his floor. His bed was still unmade and everything was thrown all over the room. Ron quickly started picking up clothes and making his bed, not expecting any guests, she presumed. Hermione went over to the window and let their old owl, Harold, in to his room. He landed on her arm and she took the note from his foot. Harold flew over to the cage which was stacked on Ron's only books, visibly tired. Hermione took a seat on Ron's messily made bed and started opening the letter, but Ron lunged at her and grabbed the letter from her hands then returned to cleaning.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked.

"Oh nothing." Ron said quickly shoving it into his pocket.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see it." Hermione apologized.

"You could've asked."

"Sorry, didn't think it would be that big of a deal…who is it from?"

"What?" Ron became startled.

"The letter. What does it say?" Hermione asked becoming a little more suspicious.

Catching on to this, Ron sat down next to Hermione and mumbled, "I don't know."

He started kissing her and Hermione tried to pull away. He began kissing her neck and tried to distract her from the letter, but Hermione's eyes were stuck on the paper peeking out of his pocket. Swiftly, she took the paper and ran to the other end of the room while reading the words. Ron tried chasing after her, but stopped half way because he could already smell the lavender perfume from the note. Hermione looked up horrified, threw the note to the ground, and ran out of Ron's room sobbing. He let her run; he guessed that whatever was written couldn't be explained. He picked up the letter and read through it.

Hi Won-won

I am so sorry to hear about your prick girlfriend. I am always here for you, especially if you need some spicing up. I will do anything for you so if you every need anything at all, just stop by, I don't mind.

Love and Kisses

Lav

He sat down on his bed and groaned. He flopped back into the blankets with frustration; he didn't think he was getting out of this one.

…

Hermione was buried under her covers and crying. She didn't care that maybe Ron could hear her; she hoped it would make him feel bad. She was still in shock, she didn't think through everything right at that moment, which was different for her. Gathering her thoughts, she sat up and wiped her eyes. Even with her tears drying up, she still looked like she had been crying. Suddenly, mental images of the note came flooding back and anger inside of her swelled up again. She grabbed the pillow from her bed and smacked it right where she had grabbed it from; using a technique that Ginny taught her when she first started having problems with Ron. Using the pillow, she continued to smack the bed over and over again, imagining it was Ron. Soon she was exhausted and the only thing she could do was just cry. She slumped down on the side of her bed and just let it all out. The door was then opened and Ginny and Harry entered, the crying Hermione just sobbing into her hands. Ginny lightly put her hand on Harry's chest, giving him a signal that they should probably be left alone. Harry left closing the door behind him and Ginny joined Hermione on the floor. She wrapped her arm around Hermione and let Hermione cry. Ginny didn't need an explanation, but Hermione tried to talk through her tears.

"Lavender sent him a note, before then he obviously called me a prick. He said he loved me before that. And….and she said he could talk to her if he need 'spicing up'. Gin, we are over for good." Hermione said sniffling.

"Aww, I'm so sorry. He can be such a pillock." Ginny said still comforting her. "And he is an arse for doing that to an amazing, beautiful girl like you."

"Thanks Gin. " Hermione said as she wiped her eyes, faking that she was better. "Go on let Harry in, I'll just take a walk."

"Are you sure because I am completely fine with leaving Harry alone because right now the important one is you?" Ginny said.

"I'm fine you two just have fun." Hermione faked a smile and walked quickly out of the room before Ginny could protest more and rushed out of the front door of the house, trying to avoid Mrs. Weasley or anyone in the house hold.

She jogged around the side of the house and into the Weasley's back yard, just far enough so she was sure she wouldn't run into anyone. Once she was at a safe distance from the Burrow, she started walking again. The brisk fall air brushed against her face as new hot tears rolled down her cheeks. She tried to keep silent, but every once in a while a small cry left her mouth in pain from her broken heart. She reached a tree when her anger was at its boiling point. She kicked the tree trying to get her frustration out on it instead of people; she wanted to remain in control. Eventually, she melted on the side of the tree and just wept. She didn't know why she had been upset; she and Ron never really had that great of a relationship. It ran though her head that he was just another stupid, selfish boy, but the thought of it being all her fault overcame that thought.

She could see the twins in the distance getting home from work as they appeared out of thin air. Fred and George came home every night even though they did have a flat over their shop. They claim that it's the love from their family that keeps them coming home, but Hermione was sure it was just Mrs. Weasely's cooking. She watched them walk into the house laughing, probably about something that happened at the shop. Just then she saw Harold fly out from Ron's window, Hermione gently called him over to her and he made a direct beeline to the sound. He landed on a branch above her and she untied the letter from his ankle.

Lav,

It's alright, don't worry about. She is just as bad as you said. Although, I never had to tell her about us, I broke up with her before then. I love and miss you.

Won-won

Ps. do you want to come over tonight? More than happy to have you.

Her tears returned as she dropped the note beside her and sank back down into the ground. Harold took the letter in his beak and continued to fly to Lavender. Soon enough, she cried out her tears, her eyes were dry, so she just let her mind wonder. She stared off into the distance; she didn't even flinch when she saw a tall red head approach her. She thought it was Ron at first and started thinking about what she should say to him, but as she came closer she saw that the red head was the one eared Weasely twin. She calmed down and tried to put herself together so she didn't look to miserable.

"Hello Moine." He said taking a seat next to her.

"Hello George." She said not making eye contact.

"You can tell the difference between me and Fred now, wow impressive." He joked.

"Yeah, one of you has two ears." She shot back.

"Touché. So, um, I would ask you why you're out here, but given the way Ginny was yelling a Ron and practically beating him up, I think I know." George said. Hermione smiled imagining petite Ginny attacking Ron. "Are you okay?"

Hermione nodded, worried that if she said anything she would lose control of her tears again. Apparently, George could see right through her.

"You don't need to lie to me. I'm like your older brother, I will see you through your worst and your best, which by the way, will not go unnoticed." He smiled.

"Okay but don't laugh." Hermione said still not completely comfortable with the idea that she was spilling everything to her ex's brother.

"I am all ear." He joked.

"I was in his room and-" Hermione started off, a mischievous smile appeared on George's face. She gently shoved him knowing what he was implying, and then continued. "So I was in his room and Harold comes in. Since Ron was cleaning up I took the note for him and I mean it's not like we should have anything to hide right? So I take the letter and he kinda freaks out. And starts kissing me to get me distracted, but eventually I take the letter and read it. It was from Lavender. And it was talking about how I was a prick and if he ever needed anything that he should just go to her, and I mean anything nad everything. Then I left, Ginny tried talking to me but I ran away. Then I saw a note Ron just sent lavender and he agreed with her! That git, he AGREED! And invited her over tonight. Also it said something about me not finding out about "them", like they were an item, a couple while we were together! Now I am out here miserable and I don't even know what I should do for tomorrow or tonight even. I don't know what to say when I see him and what about the future, I need to find a place to stay, or a -"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa slow down. First things first, you do not have to leave because even if you don't have a boyfriend that lives here, you have a family that does. Second, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, we'll make Ron do it." He looked truthfully into Hermione's eyes, this time no sparkle of mischief.

She hugged him to say thank you because even though she was able to get through that rant without sheading a tear, she might not be able to say just thank you. He hugged her back, like a big brother would. Her delicate figure wrapped around the broad Weasely. After they pulled away, she sniffled a bit.

"Thank you." She said finally being able to say it appropriately.

"Hey no prob. My brother has screwed up loads of times; I'm kind of used to it." He said his trickster smile reappearing. "But I was completely honest with you. You never have to leave if you don't want to."

There was a silence, however it wasn't uncomfortable. Hermione leaned her head on George's strong shoulder. The sun had noticeably started setting and they made conversation, completely avoiding the topic of Hermione and Ron.

"Anything new happen at work?" Hermione asked.

George went on as he talked about a 2nd year that ate Nosebleed Nougat because he was hungry and then he ate Fainting Fancies thinking it was the cure, which left him passed out with blood coming out of his nose. George assured Hermione that the kid was alright and helped them sell lots of Fainting Fancies. She laughed at the story she thought was quite juvenile, but she needed to get away from her life and George's world seemed like a nicer, happier place. They spent the rest of the afternoon talking, until they were called in for another one of Mrs. Weasely's fantastic meals. She moved as far away from Ron as possible and had a large barrier of people preventing her from even seeing him. Everyone but Ron went into the living room after dinner and stayed there pasted midnight. They ate sweets, shared stories, played games and enjoyed themselves, they even ignored the girl the popped out the fireplace and climbed the stairs to Ron's room.