Author's Note: I really must thank Flyicarus on Tumlr. with her wondrous Headcannon posts because it was where I got the idea for this little story. So thank you so much Flyicarus, all of you who wish to visit her blog please just type in the words flyicarus(dot)tumblr(dot)com and you will find her there.

For Fremione fans everywhere! Please review as well, that always helps my ego and a healthy ego means more stories.

"George?"

"Hm?" his twin said, mouth full of food that he'd been sampling off the catering table.

"Who do you think that is?" Fred asked, pointing to the woman walking down the stairs with Krum. "I don't think I've seen her before." George peered at the girl and swallowed his food.

"I-I can't be sure, but I think that's Hermione Granger Freddie." He stated. Fred snorted, reaching for his goblet of pumpkin juice.

"It can't be… Hermione's…." he couldn't find the word to describe her.

The woman was getting closer and Fred began scrutinizing for any detail that would give her away and then he spotted it, the snide look she gave his younger brother as she passed him. There was no way anyone could give Ron such a haughty look, the glare of a know-it-all. It was Hermione.

"Bloody hell," Fred said, sitting up a little straighter, eyes following her as she dancing with that sodding quidditch player.

"What?" George said, still eating.

"Huh? Oh, nothing, I was just-," he stood up. "I'm going to, you know… walk." He said. His twin raised an eyebrow but was much too involved with his steak to care as he waved his brother away.

"Okay, okay, go already." He muttered, putting a juicy square in his mouth.

Fred loitered around the dance floor, eyes raking over ever last bit of Hermione's figure. She was fucking beautiful, Merlin how he wished he could pluck up the courage to dance with her. He glared at Krum's back as he watched him eye the Beaubaxtons girls while Hermione wasn't looking. He wanted to punch him in the face and shout "Hello? Do you not see her? She's RIGHT THERE?" maybe then Hermione would realize he was a much more suitable dancing partner and take his offered hand and everyone would carry on as normal.

The thought was pleasing in his head but a hand on his shoulder drew his attention away for a split second to see Katie Bell asking for the next dance. He nodded, turning his eyes back to look for Hermione again but she was gone.

Fred was walking back to the common room with his brother (who had stuffed himself full to the point of being sick) when he heard the shouting. George didn't seem to notice and turned when he saw his brother wasn't walking beside him.

"Oi! Come on Fred." His twin complained.

"You go on, I've got to… use the toilet." He said lamely, turning and walking the way they had just come from.

George frowned but shrugged, rushing to catch up with Lee Jordan and his date.

Fred quickened his pace, turning the corner to the stairwell and finding Hermione, crying on the steps as Ron brushed past her, anger on his face. His brother looked up at him briefly, but Fred stopped him. "What did you do?" he said, looking back to Hermione's sobbing figure.

"She's completely mental." Ron hissed, untangling himself and storming back. Fred glared after him, wanting to drag him back and have a go at him for being so mean to her. Instead, he starts down the stairs to comfort her, but stops.

She thinks he's a bloody prat who experiments on first year Hufflepuffs (granted, that wasn't a completely false statement… but it wasn't completely true; they experimented on first years from all houses.) what comfort could she derive from him?

Fred then shakes his head and leaves her, turning around and walking back towards the common room, could it be that he fancied her? He rolled his eyes, that would be the day, Hermione Granger the teacher's pet going out with Fred Weasley the prankster. He laughed a bit to himself.

Just a phase, he said to himself. It'll pass.