Okay so I looked at your review (thanks!) and nearly all of you said that Hermione should end up with Cas, but I also like punkyredhead's idea, I'm not quite done with the story yet and I can change it if I get too many complaints, or publish a different version, so I might have Hermione get closer to Fred at first, just to try it out.

It is not going to be a fremione fic though, mainly just this chapter and the next, if you don't think it's a good idea, comment and let me know.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything!

-SPN&HP-

Summer before 4th Year- 1994

Last year was great for Hermione, apart from the little breakdown that she had near the end of the year. She went home with a lighter heart, she no longer had to hide her secret from her best friends. Her looks had changed now that she was almost fifteen (her birthday was in a month and a half!) and she had grown up a lot, comments that she always got from friends, her parent's friends and even patients that had known her from when she was younger. Now that she was fifteen she was spending a bit more of her time on her looks and looking at her male friends. Some were extremely cute and she wondered how she had never noticed before. She didn't have a boyfriend yet, she wasn't looking for that but she appreciated boys a bit more now.

Over the summer she had managed to get her parents to send her to a workshop that did all sorts of things, not that she told them, but she was going for the air rifle sessions, just an hour a week but it was more then she had done before. And, unsurprisingly, she was fantastic at it.

She spent one month with her parents before it was time for her to go to the Weasleys' as they were taking her and Harry to the Quidditch World Cup. It was her first visit to the Burrow and she could not wait, Mr Weasley was going to pick her up later on in the day and then she would spend a week at their house before going to the World Cup. Seeing as she was already friends with Ron, Ginny, Fred and George, she knew that this would be an awesome summer. Harry was coming a bit later in the week but that was fine with her, she still had her friends near her, and her friend Luna who lived not even 1 mile away.

Mr Weasley arrived at 5 o'clock thanks to the fireplace in the living room which was now hooked up to the Floo Network, she said goodbye to her parents, grabbed her fluff ball of a cat and was on her way.

The Burrow was amazing, the amount of work that went into just keeping it upright was astounding. They managed to fit seven bedrooms into a small space and it was incredible, seven bedrooms, a large kitchen/ dining room, a living room, 2 bathrooms and an attic all on top of each other in a mash-up of styles and sizes and it was wonderful.

"Hermione!"

About four redheads ran out of the house towards her, Ginny being the fastest attacked her and she toppled over with ginger hair covering her face. The twins, being the immature bastards they were ran at her and yelled "Bundle!" then both jumped on top of Ginny, who was on top of Hermione, who groaned and whined from being trapped under three people and not being able to breathe. Fred leant forwards, over Ginny's head and straight into her face, lighting her cheeks on fire, in a sort of good way.

"Hey 'Mione," He said casually as if they were just shaking hands. She loved her relationship with the Weasleys. Ginny was the little sister that she had always wanted and her closest girlfriend. George was the ever big brother who could not stop making her laugh, Fred was the same, but she felt a bit shyer around him than the others. Ron was a bit awkward with her because of the obvious fact that he fancied her and could never hold secrets well. From the few times she had met the matriarch of the family, she felt like Molly Weasley was a second mum, or at least a close aunt. And Harry, the extra Weasley who had been adopted into the family as well as she had, he was as close to a brother as he could be. Seeing as she was more mature than most people her age, she was already friends with Fred, George, Lee, Alicia and Angelina who were all 1 ½ years older than her, minimum. She also had younger friends who were now in 3rd year but not any younger than that.

"Hey Fred, Gin, George, you know you don't weigh nothing right?"

Reluctantly they got up from the big hug, and she gave Ron a hug in greeting and tried to ignore his red face when she got close. It was awkward hugging anyone except Ginny, they were all too tall. Ron was 5'9 and the twins even taller at around 5'12. She was still tuck at 5'4 and didn't expect to grow much more. But for fuck's sake, Ginny was taller than her at 5'5, and she was almost a whole two years younger, her birthday in august, one more month, and it would have been two years. They wondered inside to the warm kitchen were the pots and pans were scrubbing themselves, and the carrots chopping.

"Well, go on upstairs dears, dinner will be ready at seven. Oh, Hermione honey, you'll be sharing a room with Ginny for the week."

The twins ran on ahead, Ron stayed downstairs to do who knows what, while Ginny helped direct Hermione to her room.

They arrived at a door on the first floor with floral sticking saying "Ginny's Room – Keep Out" in bold letters. Hermione opened the door and placed her bag on the single bed. Once they had set up the room so Hermione could sleep peacefully they wondered round the house on a mini tour.

"Charlie's Room- He's in Romania at the moment, some big thing involving a few dragons they need to transport, he'll be back in a few days. Here's Mum and Dad's room, then up here is Bill's, then the bathroom. Here is the twin's room, the one straight above mine, which is annoying, but never boring." Ginny continued her monologue without realising that Hermione had slipped inside of the twin's room, not a good idea.

Fred and George's room was, without a question, a mess. There were cauldrons bubbling and spilling over, wrappers everywhere, clothes all over the place and the twins, who were sat on the floor in front of a cauldron with their backs to her. She crept as slowly and as stealthily as she could and hovered her hands over one shoulder each. Just as the cauldron was going to explode, she put her hands on their shoulder and shook them both hard. They both yelled out, surprised that she had gotten them, but then just smirked at her in a 'bring it on' sort of way.

"Strike one; Hermione." They got up slowly, smirk still in place and crept towards her.

"Hey Forge, recon she's still as ticklish as last year?"

"You know what, Gred? I bet she is." Stalking ever closer her, she backed up against the door and yet they still came closer.

"No! Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Stay away from-Hahaha! S-stop! S-stop it!"

Their hands started tickling her ribs and she couldn't get her please to stop through her laughter. Oh, she hated them right now. A couple of minutes later they stopped, her hair dishevelled and clothes out of place from squirming around. Her cheeks were red from blushing and her breath short from laughter. "That was not fun, and you're going to die."

"Kids! Dinner's ready!" Mrs Weasley's voice drifted up from the stairs. Huh, time really could pass when you were having fun.

"Watch your backs," Hermione left with that warning and a last glare over her shoulder. If only she knew what she had just started then. A full on war of laughter was coming soon, and she would be caught up right in the middle of it.

When she descended the stairs, Fred behind her and George following, she only just caught onto why so many eyebrows in the room were raising.

She had just come from the twin's room, her face flushed, breathing rapid and clothes and hair all over the place. It looked like, to them, that she had just partaken in something a little less innocent then a tickle fight. She blushed again, and quickly sat down in a random chair by the table outside enjoying the summer weather. To her utter embarrassment, Fred sat next to her, George in front but an unfamiliar face on her other side.

He was tall and gangly, but well-built all the same with the iconic red hair, freckles and blue eyes. His hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail, scars on his face and an earring made from what looked like a fang. He offered a hand to her.

"Bill Weasley, nice to meet you. You're Hermione, right? Them lot already count you as a sister, don't they?" To her nod, he answered back. "You can count me as a brother too, probably Charlie as well once you meet him. There are nine of us, you already got four on your side, me as well now and that's more than half. Welcome to the family."

Hermione was surprised but got over that quickly and said a thank you.

The food was delicious as she suspected it was going to be, thanks to Ron's never ending stomach, and even worse constant bragging about his mum's food.

The week was amazing, pranking the twins and Ron a lot of the time, gossiping and hanging out with Ginny, hanging with Ron, meeting Charlie was fun. He too accepted Hermione straight away after seeing how close she was weaved with his siblings, the younger ones especially. Molly had accepted her as well and was asking that she call her, Mum or at least Aunt Molly or Molly instead of Mrs Weasley the whole stay. She loved staying there and having fun with them, and it only got better once Harry came. She didn't even think about her old family the whole week and a half. It was fantastic.

Until the World Cup. That's where it all went downhill.

She was woken in the early hours of the morning by the overly cheerful Ginevra Weasley. No-one should be that happy at god-know-what time of the morning, and she should at least sleep for another four or so hours. Her philosophy for mornings was: If the sun's not up, go the fuck to sleep. She clumsily got changed, banging her head into thing, falling over while putting on her trousers, barely awake enough to brush her teeth, the usual early morning routine. Ginny, damn that girl, then grabbed her arm over-enthusiastically and dragged / guided her to the kitchen, where Mr Weasley was stirring the contents of a large pot on the stove, while Mrs Weasley was sitting at the table, going over a sheaf of parchment tickets. She looked up as the boys almost fell down the stair in their exhaustion.

"Where're Bill and Charlie and Per-Per-Percy?" Hermione managed to decipher through George's heavy yawn.

"Well their apparating, aren't they?" answered Mrs Weasley looking up from her papers. She then whisked out her wand and pointed towards the great big pot on the stove, causing it to ladle out in equal sized portions of porridge. "So they can have a bit of a lie-in."

"So they're still in bed?"

"Yes they are Fred Weasley, and get that smirk off of your face, you too, George. No pranks today."

"But Mum!"

"Shhh!"

The twins were startled, as were Mr and Mrs Weasley as they realised that it was Hermione, a rather grumpy looking Hermione. Harry, Ron and Ginny just sighed as if this were an everyday occurrence. Hermione then just seemed to collapse with her head folded on her arms and groaned.

"What's up with her?"

Ron huffed, then got up to pour a cup of coffee, which was protested against loudly by a few shouts of "You're too young to have caffeine!"

"It's not for me, it's for Hermione. She's a bloody nightmare in the mornings till she has some sort of caffeine in her blood stream. It's worse in exam times, trust me." Sure enough, when the mug was placed in front of her, Hermione's head shot up and she cradled the mug like a drowning man clutching at a life preserver. As soon as the cup was empty, she jumped up and said a quick thanks to Ron before running upstairs, muttering about early mornings. Those who weren't used to it just sat there in shock at the girl's ever changing attitude.

Footsteps were heard stomping down the stairs and Hermione emerged with a different jumper and her wand in hand. "So, now that I'm awake and fully-functioning, can someone explain why the fu- why do we have to get up so early?"

"We've got a bit of a walk to get to the Portkey." Hermione then nodded as if this was an acceptable excuse while the others were confused, but that was only because they hadn't read this year's textbooks yet.

"I'll explain on the-"

"George!" Mrs Weasley said sharply, making them all jump at the table. "What is that in your pocket?"

"Nothing!"

"Don't you dare lie to me!"

Mrs Weasley then said one word, Accio, and small, brightly coloured sweets flew out of George's pocket, while he tried in vain to catch them all.

"WE told you to destroy them!" Mrs Weasley shouted furiously, while holding in her outstretched hands, what were unmistakably more Ton-Tongue Toffees. "We told you two to get rid of the lot!"

"Mrs Weasley, Molly, may I say something?" Hermione intervened. At her nod of acknowledgement, Hermione got up out of her chair and paced, hands behind her back, just like lawyers and businessmen she had seen in movies do. "These things, Ton-Tongue Toffees, are, undoubtedly, a wonderful and inventive creations, a masterpiece of potions, if I may say so myself."

At this point the kids, and Mr Weasley, were sniggering at the look on their mother's face, and the jokingly serious look on Hermione's.

"A stroke of genius, really. If the twins were to sell these at, I don't know, 10 sickles for a pack of around 5, students and mischievous adults even, will flock the twins to buy them, and they will no doubt make more than a pretty penny, and now that they have been tested, and have an antidote, right boys? Right, so that means that they are near fool-proof, inventive, creative, genius and money-making." Here she walked straight up to Molly, plucked the sweet out of her hand, then continued with her rant.

"They could make a good business out of these remarkable things, and more that I have no doubt will just as popular. If you're worried about their education, may I just say, that these are amazing things, you would have to have an O in potions, herbology, charms and at least and A in Transfiguration to come up with them. And if you're still not convinced, they could, I know, RUN!" When she said the last word, she chucked the sweet at Fred, who was waiting by the door for her signal, as this was a common thing between them, and also how she got them out of trouble with McGonagall most of the time. She made a break for it as well, chasing the boys back up to their room, and collapsed on a bed, chest puffing with laughter.

"My god, Mione! That was fantastic!"

"Did you see her face?!"

"Yeah, now we lay low for a while before we go back down, and by then it's time to leave and she won't be mad at you anymore. Just keep your stuff better hidden next time, Georgie."

"You are an,"

"Absolutely,"

"Fantastic,"

"Amazing,"

"Woman, how did we get so-"

"Lucky as to become your friends?"

She blushed under their praise, then hit them both on the chest and then demanded to know every plan they had yet. The time passed quickly and then it was time to go, and as Hermione had predicted, Mrs Weasley didn't even tell the boys off. They still walked off without her. Without Lee, Alicia, Katie or Angelina, the twins' only friend they had to talk to was Hermione, so she swapped between walking with Harry, Ron and Ginny, and conspiring with George and Fred.

Gathering all they need, they set off across the dark garden. The moon was still out and the stars shone above them, illuminating the trees that were only a black silhouette against the multitude of stars lighting the way.

By the time they had gotten to the crest of the hill that they were getting the Portkey from, the sun was beginning to rise, and the sky on one side was soft pinks and oranges and baby blues while the other side was still cloaked in darkness, the moon dropping occasionally below the horizon. Hermione was over the hill first, just ahead of Fred, who was just ahead of George who was just ahead of Ginny who was miles ahead of the rest.

They were all puffing and grabbing their sides, except for Hermione who was only slightly out of breath. "Oh come on guys! That was only 3 and a half miles! And we were not even running!"

"How on earth do you stay in shape Hermione? You don't even play any sports."

"There are more sport then Quidditch guys. I'm actually quite athletic, I just prefer to have my feet close to the ground. I also run, a lot."

When the others had gotten up the hill, a good five to ten minutes later, Mr Weasley had started searching for the Portkey, as had everyone else. They had only been at it for a few minutes before a cry broke through the almost silent air. "Over here Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it!"

A podgy man and his son were standing near them, around a mangy old boot. "Amos!"

Introductions were shared, hands were shaken.

"Oh Amos, this is Harry, he's in the same year as my youngest son, and Hermione-"

"Winchester?!"

"No, Granger. Who's Winchester?"

"Oh, just these muggles in America that I have to keep track of for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, we keep tabs on all of the muggle hunters. Never mind me, she just looks exceptionally similar."

"Nope, I'm a Granger born and bred," Hermione told him with a forced grin. Harry and Ron exchanged concerned looks that the twins had caught and looked at her strangely.

An awkward silence overtook the hill for a while before Arthur broke it up.

"Must be nearly time. Everyone gather round. That's it, hands on. Right, it's glowing. 5…4…3…2…1"

It happened immediately, a tugging sensation in her gut, just as her feet left the ground and she started spinning, shoulder bumping, before they hit the ground, Hermione's instincts from her family, passed on by generations of hunters, caused her to tuck and roll, much like in the army, but more graceful as if she was a gymnast, and she rolled to her feet, barely clothes out of place, while most of the others lay sprawled out on the floor.

"Great landing, Granger." Amos was still looking at her suspiciously but decided to let it go, as they had to leave to set up their tent. With a wave goodbye, they left and the twins were getting very confused about their best friend.

That night, before the games began, the twins had cornered Hermione while Ginny was having an afternoon nap to catch up on the sleep she missed this morning.

"So Hermione, why did Amos think you were related to a hunter? We know what hunters are, we were told from dad, who was told about it at work, they sort of do the jobs for the department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures in America as they don't have a ministry."

"Bad people though, they'd put a… what was it? Oh yeah, a gun in your head as soon as magic even came up in conversation."

"Ron! Harry! I need your help with this." She called out desperately. She grabbed the nearest twin and dragged them into the nearest room, which happened to be hers. It just happened to be Fred.

"Well, well, well, Granger, if you wanted me you didn't have to do it so forceful- OW!" She had grabbed his ear and dragged him and George into her makeshift room where a bed and nightstand stood to decorate the room. "Harry! Ron! Get your bloody arses-"

"We're here! We're here! Merlin, woman, keep your knickers on." Harry immediately regretted that statement as her look of death flew over and pierced his soul.

"Fred and George have some questions they would like to ask me, and I'm going to need your help."

"Oh."

They all sat in a circle on the floor of her room, Hermione's head leaning on Harry's shoulders.

"Right, ask me."

"Why'd he call you a Winchester?"

"'Cause I am one. My parent's names are John and Mary Winchester. I was adopted by the Grangers when I was six. Dad chucked me out."

"Why?"

"Why'd you think, dumbass? After my mum was killed by a demon, yeah, they really exist, me and brothers, yes brothers, lived on the road with my dad, helping him to find the bastard that killed her. Since I was the better reader at six, I did the research, and Dean cleaned the guns and knives after a hunt. Sam was only a baby, so he couldn't so anything. But, anyway, my dad was a hunter, which means magic is evil, magic comes from demons and is not allowed. At first I didn't know what it was. It was accidental magic, came out when I was six. Dad didn't like it. Dad didn't like a lot of things. I was six, dad booked me a plane ticket and left. I haven't seen or spoke to them since."

She had only one tear on her cheeks, but that was enough to startle the twins. She leant more heavily on Harry while she had her arms round Ron, her new brothers. They looked at her with a mix of pity and surprise, they had not been expecting this.

"Why do you think I get good grades in Defence? You know I never read ahead on that. It'd because I already know it all, I have an extremely good memory, and I've kept up with even after I left. Ask me, I dare you. Tell me a supernatural creature and I can tell you how to kill it."

"Werewolf."

"Silver bullet to the heart, easy. Next one."

"Vampire."

"Beheading them. Stakes and sunlight won't work. If you want to make them suffer though, coat them in a Dead Man's Blood, hurts like hell to them."

"Sirens."

"Oh wow these ones are fucked up. Their own venom will kill them, if you get a blade that has the blood of a man under spell coated on it, and stab them it will kill them."

"Spirits."

"You need to find their bodies, or the thing that is keeping them around, cover it in salt then burn it, it should dispel them and put them to rest."

"….Witches."

"Iron, it blocks their powers. Then you can shoot or stab the bitches as much as you want, they're still mortals."

With the twins sufficiently creeped out, she continued with her rant.

"Because that's what I was raised as. Shoot first, questions later. It doesn't matter if they chose to be that way or not, you kill it, get rid of it before it can hurt you. I lived like that, my twin probably still lives like that, my younger brother does and my dad. Of course my dad does. He cut me out, didn't he? Get rid of the evil before it can infest you all. You cut off the bad parts and you continue to survive, and you don't remember the bad things anymore, do you? All you do is get rid of it."

Hermione got up and turned round, then sat on her bed.

"Well there you go, tragic tale of Hermione Winchester, now get the fuck out of my room, and don't you dare tell anyone else or I swear I will kill you, and make it look like a goddamn suicide. 5. 4. 3. 2." And they had left. And she was alone again. God that sounded depressing, alone again. But it was true. Whether she forced them out or they forced her, they all went and she was alone.

Back in their room the twins were reflecting upon this new information that shocked them to the core. Hermione was going to be trained to kill things like them, but without asking, she was going to grow up a hunter, her mum died, she had a twin, a little brother that she had not seen in years, her dad was a bastard, and demons were real. Not just the stuff made up to make kids go to bed. Real life demons. Both inside and out.

-SPN&HP-

The rest of the year went well, apart from the whole Moody-is-Crouch thing and Cedric Diggory dying. Out of it all, the Yule Ball was best. She was accompanied by Fred Gideon Weasley and that made her incredibly happy.

Flashback

It was coming up to Christmas, it was mid-November now, and she didn't yet have a date to the Yule Ball, which didn't particularly bother her except for the fact that she would be alone except for Ron and Harry, who were still on the hunt, and would no doubt get dates by next week. Oh, well, she could hang out with Ginny and Neville who were going together.

Later that day, at lunch Hermione sat at her usual place opposite Harry and next to Ginny. She could hear the boys whispering about dates, and Fred mention that they had to hurry or all of the 'good ones' would be taken as if they were the newest toys on the shelves and not human being, although, the way some of these girls were acting, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. She huffed and shifted her book into a more comfortable pose from her bag pulling down on her shoulder.

She heard a tell-tale voice say: "OH, yeah? If it's that easy, who are you taking to the ball?"

For a reason unknown to her sensible mind, the thought of Fred going to the Ball with someone else made her stomach clench in anger. Wallowing in a sort of self-pity, she failed to notice Fred saying her name to Ron.

"What?! When did you ask her? When did you even start liking her?"

"Why, jealous? Oh, that reminds me. Oi! Hermione!"

"What?" She snapped over the top of the thick tome she was currently studying.

"Wanna go to the Ball with me?"

She gave him a once over, to assess whether he was joking or not.

"Alright then," she said and then turned back to her book. "But I fully expect a Christmas present this year."

"What, am I not good enough for you without a bribe?" He asked with a mock hurt look on his while she was packing up her bag.

"Of course I you're not good enough Fred, no-one can get near my amazingness without bribing me somehow. Plus, you'd look cute in a suit." She left with a joking wink towards Fred and a wave goodbye to her other friends, who sat there shell-shocked.

"There you go," Fred said to Harry and Ron. "Piece of cake!"

End of Flashback

Fred and Hermione had gotten closer and closer and even now, after six months from Christmas, they had yet to go on a proper date as more then friends. Everyone was breathing down their backs about it but they were happy, relaxed, calm… oh for gods sakes, yes Hermione wished it could go a bit faster, but Fred had yet to ask her out, she would ask him, but she didn't want to get reject, like at all. She really did like Fred, a lot. Maybe things would speed up after a while.

-SPN&HP-

Chicago, Illinois 1994/1995

Sammy's 11 now and has started helping Dad and Dean with their hunting, as Dean was fifteen now as well. It was crazy to think that his baby brother, who he had practically raised over the years was now a pre-teen who was helping them to hunt demons and other nasty things that go bump in the night.

Last summer Dean and Sam had been dropped off at Housatonic in Massachusetts and were being babysat for a good portion of the season while dad was out hunting again. The babysitter, Donna was a spiky haired, good tempered woman who was in her early twenties. Sam, while working through his enormous reading list, liked to make fun of the fact Dean had a crush on the babysitter, and he would sing it out in a falsetto whenever he was alone with his brother. Dean wanted to strangle the little whelp.

In November, between hunts, they actually go to school for a few weeks, at the same place! They actually make some friends while they're there, and even celebrate a proper Thanksgiving, turkey and all. McKinley's was a good school, for those who behaved, which, unfortunately, did not include one Mr Dean Winchester, as he found out pretty early on in their stay.

By February, Sam and Dean are both helping Dad in the hunts, but one thing happens to Dean then. A werewolf attack. Yeah the bastard runs off with a silver arrow in his heart thanks to Dean's amazing aim with a crossbow while Sam is in the car. When he and John are dragging this thing to the woods to burn, all he can think of was Mya, and how last year she was attacked by one of these suckers, and he wasn't around to help her. She could have been killed or even bitten and changed, hell she might have been changed because the stupid fucking letter doesn't say a thing about they took care of it. How could they take care of it anyways? Hermione hadn't been near a hunter since she was 6, she hadn't been trained yet, and anything could attack her as she had no means of defence since she couldn't have a gun either. No physical training as well as no back up was a bad thing, it left her open to anything. What if it wasn't just a werewolf and she lied in the letter? What if it was something worse? Fear clutched at his stomach, she was the only one in their family that was defenceless. She was alone, and he would not be able to protect her, hell, no one could. With an opportunity to kill a Winchester, why go for the others? What if the demon who killed mom was going to kill her too? They had no way of knowing.

Fuck it, from when the letter arrived last year, to now there could have been another attack on her and he wouldn't know. She could be dead and he still wouldn't know.

He wasn't going to protect her, she was the weakest link of the family.

They would target her. If she died and the dick who did it came to flaunt it in their faces they would win. Sam would feel betrayed and angry and probably never talk to them again, John would most likely not even care whereas Dean, Dean would be broken. If she dies, it would be his fault.

-SPN&HP-

End of July 1995

She and Fred had started going out literally the minute she got out of the Floo at Gimmauld Place. It was mainly because as soon as the ash had been dusted off of her clothes, there was a mouth on hers and a kiss that seemed to last forever. Let's not forget to mention the numerous cat calls that Sirius, the ever youthful had made during the first few days.

Once Sirius had caught Fred sneaking into her room at the Place and all he did was wink and say "Go get 'em tiger." To which Hermione replied with a "Just because I am getting some, old man, doesn't mean you have to be so jealous. If you're that desperate I'll set you up with one of the old cat lady's around town."

"Hey I am only 36!"

"Multiplied by 2, minus 5, add 7, and what do – "

"Yes I get it I'm older than you."

"Well not mentally that's for sure."

"Hey!"

Whenever Hermione and Sirius got into a debate, the entire house gave a collective groan. They could go on for hours and not even notice, she was too much like him for his own good, and he was almost like a second or third father to her. They were extremely close.

Fred was even closer, and by extension, she was better friends with George as well. Because of the lack of outside space, Hermione, her boyfriend and his twin spent the majority of the time cooking up plans in their rooms, making new ideas to sell, creating new ways of causing mayhem. Chaos and disorder followed them in their wake, as with laughter and bright smiles. The twins practically milked her for ideas, and when they had no more she was expected to go to Harry or Ginny or Ron or Sirius and find out what would be the best prank to play on them. When Sirius had a hangover, he could not stand loud noises at all, so the kind, considerate, thoughtful people that they were, charmed all of the doors that were touched by Sirius after a drunken night go off in a series of different alarms, ranging from car alarms to fire truck sirens. Ginny hated people messing with the showers after a game of Quidditch so the twins came up with an idea. They were going to unscrew the shower head, place inside a water soluble stink pellet and watch the fun begin. It was hilarious, Ginny went around the whole day smelling like farts and rotten eggs. When she yelled at them, Hermione had a counter attack, one she had learnt from the muggles. She grabbed a can of air freshener, and a zip tie. She looped the zip tie around the toggle of the bottle loosely. She aimed it at Gunny, pulled back the tie and ran as the fumes of clean laundry sprayed nonstop into the room and coated them all.

Ron would murder anyone who messed with his food, so naturally we can all guess what they did. Hermione went out and bought a pack of jam filled doughnuts and cut a hole in them all. She then filled the inside with either mayonnaise or ketchup and left them out on a plate in the kitchen. Ron's disgusted cries filled the kitchen. There were a bunch of other food related pranks for Ron but they couldn't do anything to Harry, he was too depressed and angry at the world to even take a joke at the moment.

Summer ended quickly and it was one of the most memorable, just for the looks on people's faces once they had done the prank. She could only dream of what McGonagall would look like if they did this to her.

They tried to keep the PDA down and keep it to themselves, but they snuck in the occasional kiss in the Living Room but whenever they did, Molly just happened to appear like she was summoned and their session was always cut short. It was frustrating.

-SPN&HP-

September 1995

They got back to school and Harry was a bit concerned about two things. One was Ron's jealousy of his brother, he still had not gotten over Hermione and was glaring at Fred whenever he was within two feet of her, it was turning Ron against her, he was lashing out a bit more than usual as him temper was at a limit. The other was that they were seeing less and less of Hermione, which was also worrying him as she should hanging out with them as well. Like, this year instead of with Harry and Ron and Neville and Ginny, Hermione was in another compartment with Fred, George, Lee, Angelina and Alicia, acting like they were best friends. Even after that delightful speech made by this year's "Teacher" of Defence, Umbitch as Hermione had nicknamed her within the first minute, she had turned the other way to being almost on Fred's lap and in-between him and George, which had never happened before.

5th year was pretty uneventful, apart from a few times. Hermione had learnt about the House Elves and she thought that it was disgraceful of wizards to have servants, but after a few story's about House Elves dying if they had no purpose, she took a different approach that she told her boys.

Visit the House Elves in a bad home, that were being abused and take them away, give them to older witches or wizards, or wizards who had been in an accident, or to St. Mungo's so that they and be doing something productive and be treated fairly, and after a while, try and see if they'll take wages and breaks, like Dobby wants.

They boys all nod and agree, thanking Merlin that they had managed to convince her that House Elves should not be set free, not yet anyway. That would have been a disaster.

Then Hermione had spoken back to Umbitch. Even she had admitted that was a mistake, yet she didn't tell anyone what had happened in her detention before she had noticed that other people had received the same punishment.

Hermione's was by far the worst. She was everything Umbitch despised; outspoken, opinionated, intelligent, powerful, rude and most of all, a muggleborn. She was the first to receive the punishment and hers was the one most deeply etched into her skin, scaring forever.

In the very first lesson of Defence, Hermione had defended Harry, and then herself by teasing Umbitch and being snarky and calling her a "Pitiful bint who lives to kiss the Minister's arse as he can't be fucked to do it himself" and that earned her a whole two months' worth of detentions, and she had been told to write things such as; "Mudblood or "I am worthless" that came up in blood on the back of her hands.

After one month was up, her hands were always red and raw, and she hid them under her long sleeves of her robes. It only lasted so long. After halfway through the second month, Fred had become suspicious as to why she never showed her hands anymore and he, bring the subtle genius he was, grabbed her wrist while they were chatting on his bed, with no-one else in the room and pulled back her sleeves. He gasped at her scared hands but soon took on a dangerous look in his eye. He seriously liked Hermione.

When he had stopped glaring at the back of her palms he noticed that she had her head down, staring at the messy covers of his bed. Gently he placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head up towards him.

"How long?" is all he asks, he doesn't need to know much more, he can already guess who's doing it.

"Almost two months now."

"Why did you never say anything?"

"I didn't want to."

He just looked down, then kissed her full on the lips.

In May the twins had left, flown away on their brooms leaving behind a wonderful array of fireworks and a few frantic teachers. As they often said; Go big or go home.

Another bad time was when they had rushed off to the Ministry in search of Sirius. Hermione had a suspicion that he wasn't there and she had tried to tell Harry but he just wouldn't listen to her, so naturally she tried a different way.

"Harry James Potter, you bloody listen to me now or I'll shoot you straight in the-"

"What?"

"I know you think I'm wrong but hear me out. I don't think Sirius is there, I mean, if you can see inside Mouldyshort's head, then why wouldn't he be able to see inside yours? You haven't kept up with your Occlumency. And if you go ahead and say it doesn't matter because there might be a chance Sirius is there, don't you dare. He may not be my Godfather, but he is closer to me then my real father is! And that means I value his life just as much as you do, so listen to me, because I have a funny feeling about this all."

But of course, being the stubborn idiot Harry is, he charged into the problem with no plan and no backup, it was only natural that someone would die. It just happened to be Sirius.

Harry was reclusive after that, only speaking to select people, not wanting to talk to anyone apart from Dumbledore or Remus.

It wasn't fun.

That year was by far one of the worst yet.

A/N- Whew that took some work (7k words), sorry there isn't much of the Supernatural side of this in this chapter, it's more about Hermione, but it does go to Sam and Dean in the next chapter though.

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