Ok, you may be expecting a whole summary and stuff…but that's not gonna happen because I'm not sure where I will take this yet…so yeah, all I can tell you is that it is a Fred/Hermione thing, probably with some others in it too. So, have fun with this, and if there's anything you want to hear, I'm making this a Total Request (after this story, so if you want a particular story, there may be two or three stories going at the same time), so whatever you guys want, I shall write! Later Days!

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"Ah, the last class before winter break, can't you hear the freedom calling your name Fred?"

"Indeed I can, George. How about you, Hermione, can you hear it?" He nudged her softly with his elbow. She gave him an exasperated look.

"Are you kidding? Potions is my last hour and Snape is bound to give us loads to do, which means I'll be doing homework all break."

I thought you liked homework." Fred said puzzled. He fell into step with Hermione and George slipped away to some unknown location to give them privacy. He knew that Fred had a sort of…soft spot for her, and vice versa.

She smiled at him, it was a strained smile. She always made time for Fred, but sometimes his idiocy was tiring. He may have been intelligent, but he was no match for her. "Well, I don't mind it, but, after 6 years of it, one does grow tired of it." She was carrying at least seven books stacked up in her arms and another six in her book bag. Her voice was cracking with the obvious strain it was having on her.

"Do you need some help?" He asked. She stopped walking.

"With my books or my homework?" She asked, trying to rearrange the books with out them falling.

"Both."

She looked flustered. "Well, help would be nice, but I don't think that I would need help with my homework. I mean, I do have the top marks in the school after all." Ignoring the last part of what she said, he took some of the books off of her hands and opened the door to the potions room.

"Great, I'll come see you tonight with the times. See you later!" He placed the books on the first table inside the door and then rushed out. She watched him go quietly. He certainly was something. When he wanted something, he would do anything to get it, and that's why she was scared of being around him. What if, just what if, it was she that he wanted. Would she be able to stop him? She shook her head as she sat down. There was no way that Fred Weasley would want her, Hermione Granger, know it all bookworm. Was there?

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(Note between Fred and George)

So Fred, how was Hermione?

Shut it you. I may be close with her. She's really important to me.

Yeah, but what about Ron?

What about him? He had his chance didn't he? And, Hermione needs a real man, not some sissy like Ron.

But if that's true, then that means you cant give her what she needs either.

Haha, very funny. I'm serious though. I want to show her that I care. Tonight. What do you think? What should I do?

Hmm…Lee, Katie, Lavender and I are going down and skinny dipping in order to celebrate the holiday break, why don't you bring her?

George you prat, I can't do that, she's not like us. She wouldn't like that.

You never know, just ask her. Trust me; I have a feeling about this.

I really don't think that she'll like that. But I think I know what she will.

What?

What if I show her that place that we found last week? She'd really like that.

But, I thought you said that we weren't gonna tell anyone.

Well, that was before Hermione, wasn't it? I'm going to take her there.

"Mr. Weasley, and, uh, Mr. Weasley, are you ready to pay attention to the lesson and not your note now?" Professor Mc Gollagal and the rest of the class were looking at them.

They smiled identical, innocent smiles. "Yes, Professor." They said together. George crushed the note in his hand under the desk. After Mc Gollagal had turned away, he looked over at Fred and shrugged, telling him silently that if he wanted to take her there, then, it would be fine with him. Fred smiled thankfully at him.

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"Hermione!" She turned her head from her dinner when she heard her name to see Fred waving in her direction. She smiled weakly back and waved slightly. She was still a little scared about his intentions about their date tonight. She shook her head again to clear her head. It wasn't a date. He was just going to help her with her homework. That's it. He came to sit next to her at the Gryffindor table. He smiled at her again, and once again, she returned it.

"How're you doing?" He asked her with all sincerity. She ran a hand through her hair and forced herself not to smile at how cheesy he sounded.

"Oh, fine. Just, you know a lot of homework still." He looked at her again.

"Oh, yeah, about tonight, I thought that maybe the library would be a little bit too quiet to talk in, so I had another place in mind." He seemed to blush a little bit as he said this, but Hermione forced herself to ignore it. Fred Weasley? Blush? No, it wasn't possible. He never blushed. That was Ron. She cleared her throat.

"Where did you have in mind?" She asked lightly, uncomfortably aware that George, Lavender, Patarvi, Ron, and Harry were all listening to their conversation. Fred seemed to sense this too, so he answered carefully.

"Well, I don't really know yet, I'll have to get back to you later. She nodded blushing worse than she had ever done before.