Well, here's chapter two ...

*HG pov*

I was in my spot. MY spot; the only place where I could go, and no one could find me. I love all the Weasleys dearly, but they really don't know how to give you space when you just need to think in peace. Something had happened at breakfast, and I wasn't quite sure what. I hate when I can't figure something out, especially when it has something to do with me. So I had to leave all of the noise of the Burrow and go for a walk to sort through my thoughts.

If you went out the Weasley's back door, walked through their back yard, past the garden, and towards the woods, you would find a very small path that no one else seemed to notice. If you followed that very small path, you would eventually make it to a clearing with a small pond. It was so peaceful there. This place seemed to help me solve all my problems and deal with the sad feelings of missing people who had died in the war.

One of the first days that I was staying at the Burrow, I had figured out that it would never truly work between Ronald and myself. We were just too different, and we always seemed to be fighting about the stupidest things. The fights would be terrible, and we would always end up saying something that would hurt one another.

I had been deeply upset that I had just found out who I thought would be the love of my life would really only ever work as one of my best friends. So I had walked and walked till I found myself here and cried for a very long time.

So here I was again, in my place of peace, and today it was also because of a male from the very same family. This morning had started out just the same as any other, but when I got into the kitchen … something was different. I had been helping Mrs. Weasley cook breakfast as usual when I had noticed Fred was home. I was surprised because he and George were NEVER up on a Sunday before 11, and also George wasn't any where in sight. The only time they were separated was when they were in the middle of a scheme that had multiple steps, so I was very suspicious.

I continued to help cook while watching him out of the corner of my eyes. He had seemed to be thinking about something, and then, I swear, he would glance at me every couple of minutes, so I was getting myself prepared for the prank. I also noticed how mature he looked. Fred and George had really grown. They were now as tall as Ron, but were more muscular. His red hair wasn't short, but it wasn't long either. It fell in a graceful sort of way into his gorgeous blue eyes. That was the one thing all girls knew about the twins, besides pranking. Unlike the rest of the Weasley children, they had clear perfect blue eyes that seemed to swirl with silvers and dark blues when they were creating mischief. … OhMyGod why was I thinking about Fred again?! Stop! That's why we came here … to stop thinking about him.

After everyone was up and eating, I sat down and ate the food not by him so I knew he hadn't put something in it. I still waited. Surprisingly there was NO joke during breakfast, or after. What was even worse, was I couldn't stop myself from glancing at him when I knew he wasn't looking. It aggravated me to no end that I kept looking! It was like a magnetic pull that couldn't be fought against.

I think Mrs. Weasley saw me looking at him too, because I saw her smirking about something. I can only hope Ron or Ginny were doing something funny, but I have a feeling she wasn't paying any attention to them because they were eating rather rudely, and she didn't scold them.

I would figure this out even it killed me. After a lot of thinking, and still not finding any answers about 'the Fred situation', I decided I would just read for a little to escape from this total chaos in my brain, so I pulled out 1001 Ways to Become the Perfect Healer and read away my troubles for the moment.

*FW pov*

I attempted to get my mind off Hermione by trying but failing to work at the shop. So far I have knocked over two displays and then ruined a batch of day dreaming potion.

I convinced George we should pop in at home for Sunday night dinner. He didn't really mind because we hadn't really seen anyone for a long time because we'd been working so hard, and who could resist mum's cooking?

So, at five o'clock, we apparated home and surprised mum. She was very happy to see us to say the least. She gave us a hug that only she could give, and sent us off to tell everyone it was dinner time. So George and I found Harry and Ron playing Qudditich outside with Ginny, but no one knew where Hermione was. We all went inside, and Ginny went around the house to find out where Hermione was off reading.

About five minutes later, Ginny came running into the kitchen slightly out of breath looking worried. "Is Hermione in here?" she asked, and when she realized she wasn't, she got really worried. "Mum, I looked everywhere and Hermione is NOT in the house, and I know if she was outside reading and saw it starting to get dark she would have come to help you get dinner ready! "

Ron the git said "Now that I think about it, I haven't seen her since shortly after breakfast," which got Ginny even more worried. She probably felt like it was her fault Hermione was missing, because she had been with Harry and more importantly Ron.

Hermione had been avoiding Ron whenever she could. Both of them had taken the break up hard and had avoided each other for a week, but the fact was, they were living in the same house for the whole summer and had been best friends for years. So with the help of Mum, they had come to talk to each other when it was necessary, which was a step forward.

"Something's wrong mum! I can just tell." Ginny said as she started to crying, so Harry went over to comfort her.

I got up from the table and said that I would go look outside and told them not to panic. I ran outside and looked everywhere in our back yard, but she was nowhere. Ron was looking out front and couldn't find her either. I was really starting to get worried, where could she have just disappeared to?! Suddenly, I thought of something.

I went to my old path at the edge of the woods, and followed it. Something told me that my childhood get-away had now come to help comfort Hermione as well. I hoped so, because if she wasn't there then where could she be?!

*HG pov*

I woke up with a start to the sound of rustling of bushes. Where was I? Oh no, I was still at my spot, and it was starting to get dark. I must have fallen asleep while I was reading. I looked around for my book, found it, marked the page it was still open to and stood up. I wasn't sure if I could find my way back in the fading light, because I had only ever come to my spot during the day. I decided to hurry back before it got too dark, and get there before people started to worry. Luckily I had my wand in my back pocket, so if I got lost I could eventually light my wand to help me find my way back to the Burrow.

I was almost to the edge of the clearing, when I heard something behind me. I turned around to see which Weasley had now found my sacred place, and was greatly surprised to see non-other than Lucius Malfoy with his wand pointed directly at me.

*FW pov*

I could feel something was very wrong, but I knew that I was getting close. As I sprinted closer to the clearing, I heard it.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little Mud blood friend of the Great Harry Potter. Why are you out here all alone? Not off with Potter saving lives for the greater good? Hmmm … no friends you filthy little girl!? Well that's not a problem; I can help you with your life of misery. What to do with you, HA oh what to do."

The voice seemed very familiar and it only took me about two seconds to recognize it. Lucius Malfoy. Sure, his son wasn't as terrible as his father, but I still seriously hated that arrogant family. He was also threatening Hermione, so he was now at the top of my list. (Mine and every Auror's, and Order of the Phoenix members' list)

I knew I was getting really close because I could hear Hermione whimper in nervousness.

I needed a plan. Fast.

*HG pov*

I was going to die. I could see it in his vicious eyes. He hated me for multiple reasons, and I had set myself up for this one. No one had any idea where I was, and I had wandered off by myself. I was truly scared, but I didn't want to cry and give him the satisfaction. Unfortunately I let out a quiet cry, which made him smile a vicious toothy grin. He was walking closer, and I could see how being on the run had affected him. The man who never had a hair out of place was standing in front of me in ripped robes, his white blonde hair all a mess, and I swear there was dirt on his cheek. He held up his wand as if to attack, but surprised me by starting to talk again.

"You would be surprised how well my wonderful son is doing. He is now engaged to a VERY beautiful, pure blooded, Slytherin girl named Delilah Zabini. I don't know if you knew her. She was a year behind you in Hogwarts, but had a brother named Blaise in your grade. She will be going to her last year at school and then marry my son."

… That poor girl. If I didn't know a Slytherin by name that meant that she wasn't one of the dreadful ones. She was probably one of the shy ones that was cunning in her own way, and now because her family was wealthy and full blooded she had to marry Malfoy! I almost felt sorry for her, but I was very grateful for this news Lucius had decided to tell me, even if he has gone crazy. I now had a reason to talk or in my case stall. I knew no one knew where I was, but I hoped …

"Oh, no I remember her." I lied. "She seems suiting for your Draco, how long have they been dating? Don't full blooded wizarding families like to court for a while before marriage?"

He looked disgusted I knew this information and just said, "Yes, they will have dated two years before they marry."

"I'm sure they will be happy together. Will Draco be joining her at Hogwarts, because he didn't go to his seventh year?" I asked, as I noticed how dark it was getting. PLEASE, let someone notice I'm gone and see the path to my place of peace, which was now anything but peace.

"No!" said Mr. Malfoy looking outraged. "He does not need to finish schooling!"

"Oh, I see," I said, and I realized I was running out of things to say. "Why is Delilah going then?"

That was obviously the wrong thing to ask because he realized what I was doing, but as he raised his wand someone to my left yelled "STUPEFY"

I was so surprised, and by the looks of it so was Lucius. I hadn't pulled my wand, because I didn't want to provoke him just yet. I was waiting for the perfect moment. He was also surprised by the male tone of the voice, and so was I.

I tried to figure out who had sent the curse, because I knew it wasn't Harry or Ron. I had memorized their voices from years of friendship, but it was still a very familiar voice.

Right before I would have figured it out myself, HE came through the clearing and was running towards me. It was Fred. Why HE was the one to find me, or how he did, I had no clue. I pulled my wand out and looked around to find Lucius, and was pleasantly surprised to find him on the ground.

All of a sudden Fred was right there, "HERMIONE! Everyone is so scared! How did you find my spot? Why was Lucius here? Are you hurt? How are you feeling? And why the bloody hell did you only pull your wand when I came through to the clearing?! You were with Harry in many terrible situations, but you choose now not to use your wand?! When no one's here to save you!" Fred asked angrily, showing the bit of Mrs. Weasley's temper he had inherited.

"… I … well … you saved me?" I said slowly as the blush crept to my cheeks

"Luckily, I did! How could you be so stupid?!" Fred yelled …I couldn't understand why he was so angry …

"… um …I …" I said confused, and I couldn't talk because I felt my eyes start to sting with water that would shortly turn to tears. Tears have always been unavoidable when people yelled at me. "What qquestionns ddo youu wwant mme tto answer firrst? There wwere so many …" was all I got in before the tears fell.

I hate crying, especially in front of people. Once I've started, there's no stopping me. I felt so stupid though! He was right, I had done so many idiotic things, and I had no answers to explain myself.

*FW pov*

I'm such a bloody git! I made her cry! I just yelled at her … but I was just so scared she would get hurt, and she had just stood there doing nothing!! Oh man, what do I do?? She's crying even harder now, jeez way to make a guy feel even more terrible.

Okay think Fred … what would I do if it was Ginny who had just almost died, and then yelled at her?

"Hermione" I said quietly, "I'm so sorry I yelled at you, I was just so worried that Malfoy was going to hurt you, and you should have seen Ginny when she thought you had run away because she had picked Harry and Ron over you. I don't even want to know what would have happened if you had really never came back." I said jokingly.

She gave a small laugh and looked up at me. You could see she had been crying because her eyes were red, but I still got the same feeling I had gotten at breakfast. It wasn't a choice for me to look away. I looked into her chocolate brown eyes and I seemed to be stuck …

"Thanks for saving me Fred, and I'm sorry I just stood there like a stupid git, but I had just woken up and he took me by surprise …"

"Oh Mione, you're not a git, never say that." I said as I put my arm around her shoulder and started to lead her towards the path back to the Burrow. I pointed my wand towards Malfoy and started to levitate him in front of us. He would finally be turned in, and receive the consequences for helping Voldemort.

As we walked along the path, I couldn't help but smile to myself. I had saved Hermione! For some odd reason, I bet if Dumbledore knew what I had done, he would be very proud. I myself was happy, but I could tell Mione was upset about something, and I didn't think it had to do with Malfoy …

"Hey Mione, want to talk about what's bothering you?" I asked "Is it something besides that Malfoy just tried to kill you and I, Fredrick Emmet Weasley the 15th was your knight in shining armor!? I mean I totally understand if you don't know how to act or what to say. I probably wouldn't either if a stud like myself had rescued … me …"

YEAH! I got her to smile … but what was bothering her …

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but that's not why I was so quiet and thinking." She said with a smirk.

"Dang it, I really thought that was why," I said jokingly. "But seriously, maybe I can help you ….. again."

"It's just that now I can't go back to my place. That's always where I go when I need to think, or just get away. I don't know where I'm going to go now …" she said softly

"You mean get away from Ron or mum? Hmmm … that is a problem, because you really can't go back there in case some insane death eater comes again to get you," I replied, but when I saw the sad look on her face I found myself saying without thinking. "If you needed a place to go regularly, and make some money, maybe you could work at the shop. … I heard the owners of WWW were looking for some new employees. The word on the street is that one of their best friends and only employee is taking off the last two weeks of August because he is getting married to some girl named Angelina, and then going on his honeymoon. Lee is abandoning us in our busiest time! Oops … I mean them, and plus I bet you need money for more books!"

"You know what, I'll think about it and send you an application if I want a job. Does that sound okay?"

"Yup … sounds splendid, but you don't need to fill out an application, they know you well enough." I said as we came out of the woods and into the yard. I couldn't help but be a little excited at the thought of her maybe working at the shop.

So ... what did you think? I know I switched the point of view alot, but I thought it was needed. I promise to not switch that much again ... review! -Grace