I pack all my educational things first, books, robes, parchment etc. etc. Then I pack my casual and formal clothes, there is this little black dress that my Mum got me, and I haven't had the chance to wear it yet, hopefully an occasion will crop up. Then I pack my entertainment things. I always pack like this. If I don't it, it stresses me out. Probably a form of OCD, but oh well.

Once I'd finished, I trot down stairs. I was in a pretty good mood. Back to school in a couple of days!

"There you are! Does packing always have to take as long as you make it?" My Father asks as I plonk down at the breakfast bar.

"Of course she does. She's Hermione." My Mother replies, giving me a smirk. I smile back. We're all happy.

It will be my 6th year of Hogwarts this year. Preparing for N.E. It's going to be brilliant!

I grab a blueberry muffin, which my Mother makes every year when I leave for school. They are always scrumptious.

"Oh by the way, I made a batch of those for the Weasley's, so when they pick you up, don't forget them." My Mother instructs me. I nod, smiling more.

The Weasley's offered to house me in The Burrow a couple of days before school so I can collect any new things for school. My parents were overjoyed at the thought although they'd never admit it. I'm pretty sure wizardry and magic itself freaks them out a little and shopping at Diagon Alley does not dampen that fear.

"Hey, why don't you try out for that sport this year? What is it? Quidball?" My Father asks, hope in his eyes. I blow air through my nose.

"Dad… You know I can't play any sport, never mind a magical one, and it's Quidditch, not Quidball." I giggle. He mocks disbelief. I smile at him and kiss the top of his head.

"Oh alright then. It would be good to see you play though…" He wiggles his eyebrows encouragingly. I nudge him and walk to my Mother.

"He looks like he's joking, but he really does want you to try." My Mother whispers to me when my Dad's head is back in his paper.

"I know… But, I really can't play Mum." I whisper back, looking at her. She frowns slightly but it disappears almost immediately.

"Oh well, it doesn't matter, as long as you get brilliant grades, like you always do, Hun." She strokes my face and kisses my cheek. I feel warm inside.

My parents are lovely.

There is a knock at the door, and I jump.

"I'll get it!" I shout as I practically race to the door.

I stand at the door for a few minutes before I open it. I straighten my hair with my hands and try to keep my breathing slow.

Then I open the door.

The sun is in my eyes but I see a tall, strikingly lean figure standing at my door. His legs are long and athletic and I take a breath, my eyes rise over his torso and gasp again when I see his shirt pulling at his muscles. His arms are too big for the sleeves and it looks like the sleeves are about to rip. I shield my eyes from the sun and focus on his face. I gasp again.

Fred Weasley grins down at me.

I feel the rush of red fill my cheeks and smile to try and get rid of it.

"Hello there, Miss Granger." He greets in a fake posh tone. I giggle. He leans against the doorframe and I try not to stare more than I should. I failed.

"Get a good look?" He whispers, smirking. I look at his face and smile apologetically.

"Sorry." I say quietly. Averting my eyes from his, as his are far too intense for me not to keep staring.

"Oh, not at all, Miss Granger, not at all." He smiles at me again, but this time it isn't a cocky, confident smile, it is a small, reassuring smile. I can't help myself, I stare into his eyes. Dark blue and glimmering in the auburn sunset. I sigh blissfully. Then straighten up, because I so hope he didn't hear that.

"Ah, George, how are you?" My Mother comes up behind me and rattles me out of my revere. Fred stands up straight and holds out his hand.

"I'm perfect, Mrs Granger, but I'm Fred." He smiles grandly at her as she takes his hand. She laughs.

"Oh, of course you are Fred. I'll never learn." She looks at me, smiles and then winks. She winks…. Heat rises in my cheeks once more, and my Mum breaths a laugh.

Is it that obvious?

I give her a deadly glare and she shakes her head so only I can see. She won't say anything.

"Well, are you going to get your stuff or are you going to wave that wand of yours and get expelled?" My Mother reverts back to her stern self.

I roll my eyes at Fred and he stifles a laugh.

I walk back upstairs to get my trunk and I can't help but smile. Fred Weasley just laughed at my joke.

Ahh

I trip up over my trunk and fall on top of it. Making a pretty loud bang. I giggle at myself. I need to keep in control.

"You alright Hermione?" My Mum shouts from downstairs. I keep giggling as I reply.

"Yeah, just being clumsy." I pick up my trunk and stuff my wand into my pocket. I look around my room and sigh.

"I'll be back in a while." I whisper to it. I hear giggling. I turn around in my room and see Fred at my bedroom door. I groan.

"I'm sure it will miss you." Fred says, grinning stupidly.

"Well, for your information… It will… I don't… Oh go on, mock me." I reply. I wanted to give him a witty comeback, but I have nothing. How can I explain to someone why I was saying goodbye to my room. They will think I'm insane. I giggle at myself before I see Fred's expression.

"What?" I ask. He looks… Hungry? He steps forward slowly, over the threshold of my room. He inches towards me and when we are about a foot apart, he stops. I don't want him to.

"I don't want to mock you, Hermione. I want to…" He trails off and looks at the floor. I take a tiny baby step towards him. I want to be closer to him.

"What?" I breath. My eyes never leave his face. He looks up at me and it takes every ounce of my strength not to gasp again.

"Are you nearly ready Hermione?!" My Mother calls from downstairs. And that's it.

The moment is broken.

I step back. "Yeah, two seconds." I shout back. I turn around to grab my trunk, when I have it in my hand I turn to my door and

Fred is gone.

I huff.

This year is going to be great…