Hermione shot up to find that she was still in bed.

"Hermione are you ok," Lavender asked from the bed next to hers.

"Yeah just a strange dream," Hermione told her slipping out of bed.

"Want to talk about it," Lavender asked.

"No, I think I'll just go sit down stairs for a while." Hermione told her as she slipped into her robe before leaving the room. She made her way silently down the steps and out into the main room. The fire had died down and the torches were almost all extinguished.

"Hey," came a voice from a dark corner. "What are you doing up so late Hermione," as one of the Weasley twins emerged from the shadows.

"Fred or George, which one are you," Hermione asked looking at him.

"Its George," He smiled coming over to her.

"What are you doing up so late," Hermione said sitting down on a chair.

"Working on a project," George smirked.

"Should I be worried."

"No, its nothing dangers," George ensured her as he sat opposite her.

"George, why do you and Fred think I hate you guys," Hermione wouldn't meet his eyes.

"What, did Fred say that," George sounded confused. "Maybe Fred thinks that, but I don't."

"Really, but why would he think that." Hermione looked up at him.

"Well, you have been avoiding us," George pointed out. "But I figured that was because you and the other two were trying to avoid the parties in your glory."

"Yeah, don't reminded me of those, please." Hermione begged.

"And don't forget there still one more," George laughed. "At the Wizard gardens."

"Where?"

"The Wizard Gardens, Its this huge garden, outside of london." George told her.

"Right, ok" Hermione shuttered. Was that the place she was dreaming of. "Any way why would be Fred think I hated you two, other then avoiding you two."

"I don't know," George shrugged. "Well I had better get some sleep." George said getting to his feet and walking off towards the boy's dorms. "Night," he called back as disappeared up the steps.

Hermione watched him go then turned and looked at the fire. George had told her something that confused her. The garden that she kept seeing in her dreams, was that ... No that was impossible. It was probably just a coincidence, yeah that all it was a coincidence. The fire finely died out, and Hermione found herself shivering. Hermione was about to go back to her room when a jacket fell over her shoulders. Hermione looked behind her to see a Weasley twin standing there.

"You looked cold," he smiled at her. "George said you still might be down here."

"Thank you Fred." Hermione smiled up at him, as she pulled the jacket on.

"Any thing you want to talk about." Fred moved to sit where George had been sitting originally.

"Not really," Hermione shook her head.

"Well thats weird George said you had a question for me," Fred shrugged.

"Oh right," Hermione looked away from him. "Why do you think I hate you?"

"Well um, I don't know I guess its because of well, you know I don't know." Fred shrugged.

"Fred please, don't mess around," Hermione looked in his eyes. "Tell me the truth."

"I don't know Hermione," Fred looked away. "I guess its because you avoided me more then George."

"Fred thats not true," Hermione smiled at him.

"So is that why your awake."

"Its one of the reasons."

"What's the other."

Hermione blanked for a seconded, she couldn't tell him about her dream. "I was cold," she lied.

"Your lying," Fred gave her his heart melting smile. "You can trust me."

"Fred I don't want to talk about it," Hermione looked down at her feet.

"Hermione, did me ideate brother do any thing," Fred asked.

"Unless you count steeling into my dreams, but you and two of your other brothers have to." Hermione thought to herself. "No Ron has done nothing."

"Did George," Fred looked at her.

"No," Hermione shock her head.

"Well thats ok, Granger what's wrong?" Fred asked.

"Ok you've been calling me my first name for two months now, why go back to calling me my last name?" Hermione snapped at fine.

"Because I thought you would trust me and George if we did," Fred told her. "I guess I was wrong."

"I do trust you guys, but I have some problems that I don't even talk about it to Ron." Hermione told him.

"What about Harry?"

"He's like my brother, we talk about allot of things" Hermione smiled.

"Fine you don't have to tell me. Are you still cold though?"

"Not any more," Hermione hugged the jacket to her. "I'll return it in the morning."

"Keep it," Fred told her. "Just incase your cold again," he winked at her.

"Thanks, Fred." Hermione yawn and got to her feet. "I had better try and get some sleep."

"Night," She heard Fred call after her as she headed up the steps, back to her dorm. She tiptoed into her dorm and over to her bed. Hermione was soon sleeping peacefully, wrapped in Fred's jacket.