Knowing what to do…

A/N promised Fremione Fluff coming up...

I know I said I'd get this up over the weekend but I had a dance show and then my laptop charger broke and I had to buy a new one …:/

Disclaimer – Nope, not who wrote the book… would have ended differently.

"Oh Harry I knew you'd be allowed back!" Ginny exclaimed as she ran up the stairs towards Harry. She gave him a look that explained where Hermione and Ron were.

"What happened?" He asked her. She looked at the floor,

"I'm not sure because I was cooking and Ron broke a plate and then there was shouting and slamming of doors and the last I heard was Fred and George talking about it" She paused as if the think about it "Maybe you should ask them?" She added hopefully, she gave him a congratulations hug and walked back down to the kitchen. Harry walked up stairs and stopped when he got to Hermione's room he looked at the door and couldn't hear any sign of crying or life 'how bad can it be' he thought. He walked along the hall and up the stairs towards his, Ron's and the Twins room. He thought for a second about going into his and Ron's room but he didn't want to take sides. He walked along the corridor but stopped when he heard a conversation

"She was seeing Krum?" Harry, after staying with the Weasly's several times knew this was Fred, maybe he was talking about Angelina. Everyone knows that Fred likes her.

"Don't ask me this is new news to me too" George replied. Fred made a grunting noise and the springs in the bed creaked.

"But did you know how bad he was treating her! He just left her! Found another interest" Fred sounded annoyed. "Why was she with a git like that?" Harry moved forward and the floor board creaked the room became quiet and he took this chance to knock, three times. There was no answer

"Guys, can I come in?" Harry asked. There was shuffling from the other side of the door, and it creaked open. George's face peeked through

"Hey, Harry" He paused to look back at his twin. He must have nodded because George opened the door to Fred sitting on the one of the beds. He looked up at Harry.

"How was the hearing?" he asked.

"Fine, I'm not being kicked out of Hogwarts. But I'm more worried about the fact that I left for a few hours and Hermione and Ron have already fallen out." He sounded tired as if this happened a lot. Fred looked over at George and gave him a look that Harry didn't see because he was staring at the floor.

"Why'd you ask us?" Fred said with a hint of sharpness to his voice. Harry looked up at Fred and tried to read his facial expression, but got nothing.

"Didn't want to take sides" he mumbled

"Welcome to Switzerland" George joked. "Any way the reason they've fallen out is because Hermione has been sending letters to Krum all summer or something" George said trying to keep it brief. Fred flinched at the name Krum like it was poison. Harry sulked against the wall, and kept his head in his hands not looked at either of the twins. Fred stood up and walked over to Harry.

"Does this happen a lot?" Fred looked down at the younger boy in front of him. Harry nodded. Fred looked up at George and he shrugged.

"What do they fight about?" Fred asked inquisitively.

"Everything it seems, I knew something like this was going to happen though, it's never this big. They always make up without saying sorry and just avoid the subject" Harry sighed and turned to leave.

"HEY!" George called "Who are you going to go to?" Harry shrugged and once again turned.

"Why don't we go help with dinner? Then you don't have to take sides" Fred suggested and turned to follow Harry. They walked down the stairs Harry a little ahead, Fred stiffened when they walked past Hermione's room, but George slowly pushed him on before Harry could notice. When they finally reached the kitchen they were told to lay the table. They clomped around noisily Fred banging down each of the cutlery, Mrs Weasley tutted.
"Come on Fred don't be like that you still have another day before you have to go back to school" Fred sighed and looked over at George. George shrugged and continued to place down cutlery. They then sat down at the table and waited for everyone one else to come down stairs for dinner. When most people where down, Mrs Weasley started dishing up the food. There was an empty chair when she'd finished, Fred noticed first. He kept looking at the door, waiting.

"George, would you mind checking on Hermione for me?" Mrs Weasley asked.

"I'm not George, he is! Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother" George said elbowing Fred as he jumped up. He walked slowly to the door and looked back at George 'Get Hermione for tea.' He mouthed. Fred moved out the door only to hear George say,

"Only joking I am George."

Fred climbed the stairs slowly wondering what to do, his mind had drifted so far he almost walked past Hermione's room, he stopped and knocked. He waited patiently hoping she would open the door. He rocked back and forth on his heels and picked at the hem on his shirt. Fred looked down at his battered appearance and tried to straighten out his clothes. There was still no answer.

"Hermione" Fred called thought the door, "Are you coming down to dinner?" Fred stood and waited, as he was very patient. The door creaked open slowly to reveal large brown eyes that where slightly red and puffy. Fred looked down at Hermione, and she looked up at Fred. She opened the door wider.

"Oh, I'm sorry Fred, I'm not sure I'm feeling up to facing everyone yet" She went to close the door, but Fred but his foot in the way.

"I'm not sure I understand" Fred said, Hermione looked up at Fred hoping that he'd just leave her alone. "Why are you crying?" He finished. She looked up at him, this wasn't the Fred that she was used to, the one that would always make jokes and try to make her laugh. This was a side of Fred that she thought she could talk to.

"It's a long story." She mumbled, and tried to close the door again. But Fred foot was still in the way. He let out one of his many smiles,

"We've got time" He smirked. Hermione rolled her eyes and forgot she was supposed to be holding the door; Fred saw the shift in her body weight and playfully shoved the door open. He continued to walk in and placed himself down on her bed crossing his legs. Hermione closed the door and smiled softly to herself. It was strange having a boy in her room, other than Ron and Harry, but somehow she felt comfortable. She had to remind herself that Fred liked Angelina and there was definitely something going on there. He was just being nice.

She sat next to him pulling her small knees into her body.

"You know he liked you right?" Fred asked Hermione, she smiled softly and elbowed him in the ribs.

"Yeah that's why he went and found someone else" She snapped. He shuffled closer to her.

"Come on, don't be like that he was a…" Fred stopped hoping she didn't notice he was going to use a rude word

"A what, Fred Weasley?" Hermione teased, poking him in the ribs making him squeal. She giggled at how childish he was.

"That was a rather girly scream Mr Weasley or should I say Miss Weasley" She squealed as Fred got off of the bed to chase her. She ran round the bed and jumped on it where he grabbed her round the waist and pinned her down on the bed and continued to tickle her. She wriggled around from under him and tried to get away even though her body was screaming at her to stay where she was. Hermione was facing the wall and sharply turned her head to tell him to stop but as she turned her face his face was so close to her she just kept giggling and he kept moving close and closer until their noses where touching. Fred looked deep into her eyes and Hermione looked back again. He'd stopped tickling her and moved her hands around her waist.

There was a smashing of plates behind them. Fred jumped off of Hermione so quickly that it was like nothing happened. Ron was stood in the door way with what looked like the remains of Hermione's dinner all over the floor.

"Ron! Wait!" George shouted coming up the stairs, his face appeared around the door to reveal a red Hermione lying on the bed shirt up slightly showing her stomach. George winked at Fred causing Hermione to blush a darker red. Ron looked at the mess on the floor then at the guilty couple. He stormed out of the room muttering about how much of a slut she was.

"Ron! Wait! IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" Hermione shoved passed Fred causing him to look at her. The cheeky smile that had been planted on his face just a few second ago was gone. He looked back at the exiting girl who had just shoved George into the door frame and sighed. I'd been so close

A/N As promised I did get a bit carried away but nobody really minds right? Do you think I was going to fast? Review favourite follow, and all that extra. Might update some point in the week… as a make up for this late chapter :D