You know the feeling you get when you find that special someone? It seems like everything has fallen into place. You know the feeling you get when you can't obtain that special someone? It feels like your heart has shattered into a million pieces and no glue. I just thought I'd point this out because maybe you'd care. I can't talk to anyone else about. Ginny, maybe, but she's too into her own life and Harry. My first kiss was in first grade. This boy was dared to kiss me. I don't know about you but when someone dares a guy to kiss you, it's never good. I know it was only in first grade but it was sticky. He smelled like gummy worms. The point is that I want to find out what it's like to kiss a real man. Gotta go! Dinner is ready.
-Hermione
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Hermione closed her leather-bound diary and stowed it under the bed. It had been filled up with her thoughts of both Fred and George since first year. She might of been a little obsessed but she thought it was normal. And it was. Every girl become so into a guy that they have to write down everything they feel about him. Hermione was just a regular girl apart from being a witch.
She went downstairs to the table and sat inbetween Ron and Ginny. She tried to ignore the twins, who sat directly infront of her, but she kept glancing up. She wasn't surprised to see that neither payed her attention. They were discussing plans for the joke shop.
Mrs. Weasley sat down, "Fred and George, this is dinner! Don't talk about your shop!"
They both said, "Yes, mum."
She loved how they talked at the same time most days. It was a twin thing and she loved it. She hadn't noticed that she was staring until both twin met her gaze with their blueish eyes. She turned a deep shade of red and pretended she was looking past them. We've all tried that before. Sadly, it never works. They just cocked their eyebrows and shook their heads.
Hermione sighed and ate cautiously.
Mrs. Weasley looked at her, "Are you ok, dear? You look ill."
Hermione glanced up and forced a smiled, "I'm alright. I'm just a bit tired. May I be excused?"
Mrs. Weasley smiled, "Of course, dear."
She got up and walked up to the room she slept in. She felt eyes on her but didn't turn back around to see who was watching her.
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Have you just sat in class or somwhere else with the guy you love and be caught staring at them? I felt humiliated. I tried to play it off but very badly. Even if I wanted to tell them how I felt, I couldn't. How am I supposed to explain that I'm madly in love with both of them. Would they think I was idiotic? I doubt it. They actually very kind. They just happen to get into trouble a lot. I don't know what to do about them. I mean, sometimes, I think about them so much I actually zone out in class. Me? Zone out in class? I love my studies but my feelings for them usually overpower everything. I need a sign. I need something to point me in the right direction.
-Hermione
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Hermione fell asleep writing her entry. She didn't even close her diary as her head was against the page she had been writing on earlier.
Ginny stepped into the room, followed by Fred and George.
Fred sighed, "Where is it, Ginny?"
Ginny glared, "Here! I was only borrowing it."
She handed him an object that some people might be afraid to ask what it was.
George grinned, "But to borrow is to ask permission."
Ginny glared, "Fine..."
Fred pocketed the item and looked over at Hermione, "Well, she's fast asleep."
George walked over to her, "She didn't even put her book up."
He removed the book from under her, "What's she reading now?"
Before he could look at the page, Ginny snatched it from him, "It's...nothing you would be interested in."
George cocked an eyebrow, "Are you sure about that, Gin?"
Ginny nodded, "Yes..."
Fred chuckled beside her, "Now, that makes us interested
George continued, "There is something in that book that you'd rather us not see."
"But we have ways of finding out."
Ginny cast a glare to George and then to Fred, "When Hermione wakes up, she'll hide it."
Fred scoffed, "Like we can't find things hidden."
George nodded in agreement, "You've forgotten who you're talking to."
Ginny shook Hermione awake.
Hermione opened her eyes, sleepily, "What?"
Ginny handed her the book and whispered, "You might want to hide this somewhere untraceable."
Hermione shot up, snatched the book from Ginny, and then looked at the twins, "It's nothing. Just something about Ancient Runes."
Fred cocked an eyebrow, "I wish we could believe you, Hermione."
George smiled, "What are you so afraid of hiding?"
Hermione turned a bright red, "Nothing..."
Fred shrugged, "Very well."
George laughed and followed his brother out the door.
When the door closed behind them, Fred whispered, "She's hiding something from us."
George nodded, "And it's not healthy to hold anything in."
Fred grinned, "You know what this means?"
George chuckled, "I think I do."