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For my readers of my other stories, I have not forgotten about them. I just feel like I don't want to put them out without having a clear vision as to where they are going. But I promise I will continue them. And for the readers of this one, I hope you enjoy :-)

This takes place during Christmas break 6th year.

Hermione shivered as she sat out on the back porch at the burrow. She didn't care that it was cold or that she didn't have a proper coat. She needed to get away. She couldn't stand sitting in there anymore with Ron and his stupid necklace from stupid Lavender. Every time she thought about the two, she felt as though she couldn't breathe. She was glad no one saw her slip out. Everyone was too busy chatting about everything else. Ginny, Harry and Ron about Quidditch, The twins about the store, and Bill and Charlie were talking with their parents about their work. She wrapped her arms around her knees, thinking of how much she missed her parents. She wished now that she had chosen to go home for the holidays instead of going to the burrow. She had thought she could have a nice holiday with her friends; her second family. But instead, here she was wanting nothing more in the world than to shrink away.

"Thought you might be a bit cold," she felt a blanket wrap around her shoulders. She looked up to see one of the twins sinking down on the step next to her. "So what has you out here all alone?" he gave her a concerned look.

"Just wanted some time alone," she responded coldly. She didn't want to share her feelings with one of the twins. Why would she? They had never been close; never had a real conversation.

"Well then I hope you don't mind some company," he smiled as he gave her a wink. "Come on now, Granger. I know what's wrong. Don't let my stupid git of a brother get to you. He's just excited because for the first time someone actually wants to snog him." He regretted his words when he saw her eyes glisten. "I'm sorry, Mione. Don't cry," his brow creased. He wasn't used to crying. He had always had a knack for saying the right thing to make someone laugh when they were upset. This was quite the opposite effect.

"He's so stupid!" she practically shouted as she wiped the tears that found their way down her cheeks.

"You won't find me disagreeing there," he smiled again.

"I just wish I could make him understand," the tears stung her eyes again. "If he only knew," she let her sentence hang as she looked up at the man in front of her. It wasn't often she saw the twins with such a serious expression. Before she realized what she was doing, she leaned forward and crashed her lips on his. She wasn't sure what made her do it exactly. She supposed it made her feel better, knowing that if Ron was going to snog someone, she was free to do the same. His lips felt like fire on hers, which had been trembling from the cold. She felt a warmth spread through her body. Her mind raced as he ran one hand through her curly mane. This was the first time she had really kissed someone. And of all people, it was a Weasley twin. Worse yet, she didn't even know which one for sure. As her mind finally fully realized what she was doing, she puled away, bringing her hand to her lips instantly. She stared at him for a moment, his face a mixture between amusement and bewilderment. "I-I have to go," she said quickly as got up and ran inside. What had she done? How could she have kissed Ron's brother? And which one was it? She bounded up the stairs, not caring if anyone noticed. She needed to think. She laid on the bed, going through her thoughts for what seemed to be forever before she finally fell asleep.

"Hermione?" she heard Harry's voice. She opened her eyes slowly to see him standing in the doorway, Ginny in tow. "Dinner's ready. Mrs. Weasley insisted we come get you."

She sighed. She had been asleep longer than she had realized. Had she really slept all day? "I'll be down in a few minutes," she replied, sitting up. "Really, I will," she insisted when they didn't move. She got up and watched as they walked out of the room. She supposed she couldn't miss dinner, even if she didn't want to face the twins. She wished she would have paid attention to the letter on the sweater he wore. But she was too focused on his face; on her own pain. If only Molly had made them different colored sweaters. Of course, she also knew the twins had a habit of wearing the wrong ones to confuse people. She walked slowly down the stairs and made her way to the kitchen, where everyone was sitting, waiting for her.

"Are you okay, dear?" Molly stood up and walked over to her, feeling her head. "It's not like you to sleep all day."

"I think I just needed to catch up. I haven't been sleeping well lately," she replied. It was partially true. She hadn't really slept in weeks. She sat up most nights, sick thinking about Ron.

"Well, come along then," she put a hand on her back. "Some food will do you well," she smiled at her. When Hermione made her way to the table, she saw that the twins were both grinning at her, each patting the empty spot between them. So they were going to make this difficult for her. Just wonderful.