(A/N Allritey, this is my very first story, so please review and rate, and I'd love any
suggestions! :3 k,bye)
Disclaimer: Though I wish, anything you recognise is entirely J.K Rowlings. I just mixed it up a bit J
*Chapter one- Hermione*
Hermione took a deep breath through her nose and sighed. She loved the Burrow.
She loved the rich, homely smells that emitted from the kitchen. She loved the cosiness of the
fire and all the people talking inside. But most of all, she loved the people who stayed
there. Nearly everyone she loved best was there. Ron, Harry... Fred... Hermione froze,
startled. Where did that come from? She glanced over in his direction. Fred, George and
Mundungus were talking in a hurried fashion, coming to an abrupt halt as Harry wandered
over. Then Fred murmured something, and they all continued talking. Hermione frowned.
What was that about?
She was thinking it when a pair of finely manicured fingers clicked in front of her
face."Hellloooo? Am I talking to myself? Anyway, so when I was in the hall, talking to
Lavender, guess who comes walking over! Guess!" Ginny demanded, looking at Hermione
eagerly. Hermione sighed again. Ginny was getting on her nerves nowadays. Since she
had grown an interest in boys, her skirts and voice had gotten higher, and they were all
she could talk about. Hermione loved her to bits, but she wished they could go back to the
way they were. Without boys getting in the way. She glanced over at Ron. She watched as
he spoke animatedly, boasting about his new Prefect badge. She watched the smooth
curve of his neck, leading down his skinny body. Well, not so skinny anymore, she decided.
After a summer of Quidditch practice with his brothers, he had built up a nice chest, with
arms to go with it. She then looked up to his face. She had loved that face for many years.
The way his orange hair fell easily over his forehead, the way his nose was covered in
thousands of small freckles.
But something had changed over the summer. Every time she watched Ron lift
something or reach high for something as they cleaned Sirius' house, she imagined Fred
doing it. Every time he spoke, she imagined Fred saying it, the quirk in his lip when he
smiled, the crease between his eyebrows when he frowned...
Hermione stood up abruptly, Ginny trailing off mid-sentence. Hermione left quickly, her
stupid hair bouncing behind her. She couldn't stay in that room any longer, not with Fred
there. She couldn't be having these thoughts. She loved Ron! But maybe, he wasn't the
only guy in the world anymore...
(A/N So, did you guys like it?! Please review, its means the world to meJ )