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She thought that she was happy with her life. She had two wonderful, if slightly moronic, best friends, Harry and Ron. They would do anything for her and she was grateful for their kindness and love. She had the best parents that she could ask for who spoiled her rotten and doted upon her. She had impeccable grades, good friends, she was happy with her appearance in a shy sort of way. Hell, she even had a nice cat. And she was certain that, as happy as she was with all of the previous, she was happy being single.
Until that one glorious summer morning when she looked down the Gryffindor table to see none other than Fred Weasley staring right at her. Yes, her. And in that one moment she became decidedly unhappy. For that one fleeting moment was all it took for Hermione Granger to fall head over heels in love with him. One moment was all it took to memorize his face; the hazel eyes that sparkled with wit and intelligence, the auburn hair that flicked out at his earlobes, the straight nose, strong jawbone, masculine lips and perfectly chiseled cheekbones. And this was all it took for unhappiness to descend upon her, for she knew that nothing would ever happen with her and the handsome teen.
She supposed that she should have seen this coming. She had always felt so at ease with him, he had always had the ability to make her laugh, make her smile. She must have known that a moment such as that would have pushed her head first into love.
And now, like an idiot, she was sat in the Great Hall gawping at him. She was quite sure that her mouth was slightly open and she was certain that she had tilted her goblet of pumpkin juice so it was now dripping into a pool on the table. But Hermione, much as she tried to force herself into it, could not awaken from her love struck reverie.
Thankfully, Harry Potter decided to wake her up himself.
"Erm, Hermione? Are you ok? You, uh, you've been staring into space for a while now."
"What? Oh, Harry, no I haven't. You must be imagining things," Hermione lied, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Yes, that is just nonsense. Anyway, erm, better be going, I'm late for Arithmancy," she babbled as she saw Fred ambling his way over to them. She hastily shoved a piece of toast into her mouth and ran away, just as Fred arrived.
"Hermione?" Fred called after her but she just waved behind her back and stalked off. He looked questioningly at Harry who just looked at him and shrugged. Ron, who had been struggling to swallow a large piece of sausage gasped for breath and stated, "Late for Arithmancy? It's Saturday!" Scoffed and helped himself to another rasher of bacon.
Hermione leaned back against a pillar in the deserted common room, breathless after her escape. Little did she know a certain red-headed twin was making his way up to the dorms to ask one bushy-haired brainbox a very important question.