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English is not my mothers tongue, if there's bloopers in the text such as grammar- or spellingsmistake just tell me and I'll fix it :)

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Disclaimer: I do not own anything, this belongs to it's rightful owner J.K. Rowling. This is just a interpretation.

Hermione sat in the library, she was tired. For once in her lifetime she was overwhelmed with all the homework she had to do. She was trying to bounce hers with both Ron's and Harry's. She was doing it to be nice, not because she wanted to. Harry already had a lot on his mind and Ron… It was Ron, how could she say no? Even though her small crush started to wear off after seeing Ron with Lavender Brown. She loved Ron, not romantically anymore, but as her best friend. She really did, and so did he. How can anyone say no to their loved best friends? Hermione felt her head nod a bit, and she opened her eyes widely starting to focus on the text in the book again.

She was alone in the library, thinking it was nice with some "alone time" since she didn't get that in the Gryffindor common room. Just as she thought this the door opened and she saw a red mop moving across the table she sat.

"I'm not done yet, Ron" she sighed and tried to make it clear that she wasn't done.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about…" another voice, who wasn't Ron's, said and Hermione slammed the book into the table in surprise.

"Oi, be careful!" the voice laughed and the person smiled to Hermione. Fred! she thought and started to pick up the book again, but a hand stopped her. Yes it was Fred, and he was alone. This is weird, something's up… Hermione thought.

"I just want to ask you something, 'Mione." Since when did he call her 'Mione? she thought again and wasn't sure if she wanted to be a part of Fred's… Whatever he wanted.

"What Fred?" she replied in a sarcastic tone, really wanting to get back to her book, not entirely as tired as before.

"Well, I'm having problem with a homework… it was due yesterday and I did hand it in, but Snape didn't like it." He muttered in a great speed. Aha! Hermione thought, I should've guessed.

"Since when did you care if the teacher liked it or not, Freddie?" she replied, using her softest voice to scare him away. She really, really wanted to read her book. He snorted at her reply but it didn't scare him, it only made him eager to win.

"Please, dearest 'Mione… I just want to know what I did wrong; you don't need to re-write it." He blinked twice and it made Hermione smirk, he was a charmer after all. She thought of something to say, while she ran her thin fingers over the book's cover. She loved the feeling of a good book against her fingers and it had always made her think in a different way.

"Alright Freddie, but there's a condition!" she said and smiled a threatening smile.

Fred sat down. Not sure what the condition would be, but it couldn't be that terrible? It was only Hermione. But he didn't want to carry her books till the end of the semester.

"Oh, don't look so frighten Freddie. It's only me!" she laughed and opened her book, started reading again.

"Well, what is it then?" he asked nervously. Not sure he wanted to know. He looked at her, tried to see what she meant by not answering. Her lips were slightly separated and it made Fred look away, not by repulsion, but by desire. This made Fred feeling a bit odd and he caught Hermione's eyes before he got up and leaved, without saying a word. What was that? Hermione thought when Fred had left. Fred's eyes were still attached to her memory and she was not entirely sure her condition would be as good as she thought in the beginning.

After Fred had left couldn't Hermione continue reading, she was really trying to, but she just couldn't. She got up, her chair made a scratching noise and Hermione got a pissed look from the librarian Irma Pince. Hermione sighed and picked her books up, and then she went for the door. As she walked in the corridor she thought of her condition with Fred, what his eyes had meant and what she would do now as she returned to the Gryffindor common room. Hermione was almost sure Fred would be there, and she didn't want to meet his eyes again tonight. For some weird, weird reason. Maybe he had a lesson now? she thought. Then Hermione came to a halt; why was she even thinking like that? Fred had probably just thought she would be cruel to him and he wanted her to be nice. Hermione sighed again and took longer steps, wanting to reach the common room faster.

"Liquorish" Hermione told the Fat Lady's portrait and the Gryffindor common room appeared in front of her eyes. She went through the portrait and she took a deep breath. "Breathe Hermione, just breathe." she persuaded herself, she closed her eyes as she took her first step into the room.

"There you are Hermione!"