July 8th-3:00am- The Burrow

Sorry about that Mable (you didn't seem to like Diary or Ma'am, how does Mable sound...?) Anyway, sorry I had to leave so quickly but the Gnomes managed to get in the house. I have no idea how they did it, but one minute they're outside banging on the door and the next I can hear them grunting and falling their way up the stairs. Persistant little buggers, ain't they? Well, Crookshanks natuarally went ballistic and there is now a Crookshanks sized hole in Ginny's door. You could hear him hissing and spitting for Britian while the Gnomes belted out their war cries and all attacked Crookshanks at once, hense the Crookshanks sized hole in the Twin's door.

All this commotion woke the rest of the house, except for Ron of course, and so began the Great Gnome Chase, which eventually lead to the momentous event of all the Weasley Males Fall Down the Stairs. Which naturally was followed by The 10 Minutes of Uproarious Laughter from myself, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley and the Gnomes. And it all accumulated to the spectaular Flying of the Gnomes, that took place outside in the Garden.

Merlin I love it here.

Okay. Now, where was I before all this took place, just let me check...oh...right...THAT.

The small fact that I'm in love with my best friends older brother. Bloody brilliant is it not? I'm sure Ruth, (does Ruth do it for you?), I'm sure that you wonder, how this earth shattering revelation came to be. How did I, Hermione- the- bookworm- extrodinair-bossy know-it-all-control-freak-Granger, (thats a mouth full and a half), come to love an individual like Fred Weasley. He with his charm and good looks. With his pranks and his carefree attitude. Fred, who's eyes are so blue and clear, you just want to dive into them and never resurface. His grin...his smile...is laugh...even his frown. All add up to one thing in my eyes. Perfection.

Well, to be honest I'm not sure when I fell in love with him. (Oh Merlin I'm in love with him!! WHY?!?) Sorry. It still shocks me. Anyway, I think I've always had a crush on him. But it became deeper over this past year. My fourth year at Hogwarts to be exact. The worst year of my life. I had several surprising encounters with the lovely prankster over the entire year. I had always thought Fred to be...well not heartless, not by a long shot. But I never dreamed he cared at all about me. Oh how this past year changed that...

I think before I go I shall tell you about the first encounter I had with him. How does that sound, Vivian? (how does that name feel?). Anyway, I don't want to leave you in suspence for the next little while, because Merlin knows when I'll be able to write in you again.

Encounter Number One:

I primarily began to see Fred in a new light was the day before Harry had to face the dragon for the First Task. Harry had just gone defeatedly to bed and I was still up in the library. I was going over every book I could get my hands on about the bloody over grown lizards and after the tenth unsuccessful try I snapped.

"Oh sod it all on these damn useless books!" I cried, flinging one across my desk and on to the floor with a great THUMP.

"Bloody hell, Granger." Came his voice. "What's gotten into you? Can't find the perfect book so you can finish another perfect essay?" Fred asked, smirking,

I was in a terrible mood, but it really doesn't excuse what I said to him. "Bugger off, Weasley, I'm not in the mood." I snapped.

He looked slighty taken-a-back. "Wow, someone's wound a little too tight. Well more tight than usual if that's possible." He joked with another one of his heart stopping grins.

Now I was fuming. "Leave me alone you wanker! I told you I'm not in the bloody mood!!" I yelled.

"Not in the mood for what?"

"You!!" I shouted. " You and your stupid jokes! All you ever do is make fun of me, Weasley, and I'm sick of it!! You go around laughing all the time not caring about how what you say affects people." I was tearing at this point. "Not caring that some people have more problems than finding the next perfect prank. Not caring that if I don't find the perfect book, Harry is going to die tomorrow . So just piss off and leave me alone!" After I shouted this I shamedly admit that I broke down into sobs.

I guess I stunned him for a few seconds, because it took him that long to say. "Shit, Granger. I didn't know." He told me softly. He then did something that shocked me to the core. He gently lifted me off my seat, sat down, and held me as I cried into his chest.

"Shh...it'll be okay. Harry will be fine. It's all gonna work out, Hermione." He said things like that over and over again as he rubbed my back, soothingly.

Eventually the sobs subsided but for some reason I couldn't let go of him.

"What if he dies, Fred? He's the best friend I've ever had. He has no idea...but I owe him so much for what he's done for me. And if I loose him...I don't know if I could survive that." I told him quietly.

"He won't die. He's been through tougher things than this. I mean, Harry's faced Mouldshorts, what is it? Three times all ready?"

I nodded. "Yes, its three. And I think...I think number four is coming up soon. His name coming out of the Goblet...the Death Eater's at the World Cup, the strange disappearances within the Ministry. It's all connected. I know it is, Fred. Voldemort's coming back. I can feel it."

Fred was silent after my speech. "Well, then...I suppose we better find the perfect book."

"We? You'll help me?"

"'Course I will." He said.

I looked up at him. "Thanks Fred."

"Don't mention it, Hermione." He said, while gently brushing away my stray tears.

So, after I distangled myself from him, we got to work searching frantically until Madame Pince told us off for being there so late and kicked us out. We made our way back to the Dormitory and when we stopped at the portrait Fred actually apologized.

"Look, Gran- Hermione, I'm sorry. I really didn't think you were taking anything me and Forge said to heart. I promise we'll stop."

"It's okay, Fred. I was just over emotional earlier. And I'm sorry for yelling at you and calling you a wanker."

He shrugged. "What are a few harsh words between friends?" He asked. "There's nothing to forgive, Hermione."

I smiled at him. "Thanks."

Once we entered the Common Room, Harry rushed over to us in a frenzy.

"Hermione! I need to learn the Summoning Spell before tomorrow afternoon!"

And there you have it, Lois. (I'm really trying with the names here, but I'm not getting much feedback from you.) Right, so that was the first time I saw him in a new light. I was so shocked at the time. I couldn't believe that he was being so sweet to me. I thought he hated me to be honest.

So, its now 4am and I'm beyond tired. I think it's bedtime.

Good night, Francesca, and sweet dreams!