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Thank you all so much for the reviews, sorry I haven't posted in a while, I got beaten up the other day, whilst it was being videoed, so I've been a bit unstable... but I'm better now!

Hermione always loved the Burrow. It was warm, homely, unlike her own home, which, as she frequently described it, looked like it came straight out of a decorating catalogue. Here, however, was a mixture of patchwork quilts, warm fires, homemade cakes, and a bustle of noise. But she loved it. There was never a dull moment with the Weasleys.

She was spread out on the sofa in the Weasley's living room, in front of the fire, reading a book. She was absorbed in her book world, her curly brown hair covering her face, her eyes rapidly flicking from side to side. Fred and George lay across the rug on the floor, heads close together, discussing something.

"That's not the point George. He cheated, and we should get him back." Fred whispered, his eyes flicking over to Hermione, to see if she had noticed what he had said, but she was still absorbed in her book. He looked back at his twin, to find him grinning.

"What?" He said, staring at his twin, dumbfounded. "What?!"

"Nothing, nothing, my dear Fred." George replied, still grinning. He raised himself to his knees, winked at Fred, before saying, rather loudly "Right Gred. I'm off to finish some of the orders. Behave yourself."

Fred looked quizzically at his twin, who turned around, and walked upstairs, grinning to himself. George had noticed how Fred was staring at Hermione. It wasn't obvious, but he knew his twin so well. Who knew? One of the infamous Gryffindor Pranksters, was in love, with a bookworm. Seeing the way Fred had jumped up, when he heard what Ron did, how he had been so quick to suggested they get Ron back for hurting Hermione. Fred may not have realised it yet, but he had the hots, for Hermione Granger.

Back in the living room, Fred lay on his back, his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. What had George meant by that? All he did was suggest they got back at Ron for what he did to Hermione. Yes, he felt a surge of protectiveness towards her, but that was because she was like a sister to him, and thats all. He looked over at her, and she chose that moment, to pull herself away from her book, and look over at him. They caught each other's eyes for a few seconds, she smiled, then, they looked away. Hermione went back to reading her book, and Fred went back to staring at the ceiling.

Dinner that night, was a tense affair, with Mrs Weasley trying to make up for it, by piling Hermione's plate full of food. Hermione , Ginny , Harry and the Twins sat at one end of the table, and Ron and the other Weasleys sat at the other end, with Harry, the twins and Ginny, shooting glares at ron down the table.

"Do eat up, Hermione dear. You are starting to look a bit skinny!" Mrs Weasley said, putting more food on her plate.

Ron scoffed, and looked down at his place. The whole table turned to look at him, and he looked up, staring right at Hermione.

"No she isn't. If anything, she's gained weight. Comfort eating I expect." He said, grinning maliciously. An eruption of outraged gasps came from the others, and Harry, Ginny and Fred, all began yelling at Ron, whilst Mrs Weasley shrieked "RONALD WEASLEY! How dare you! After all you have done to her, you do this?"

Hermione just sat there, her eyes stinging with tears. She pushed her still full plate away from her, and ran out into the garden. George watched her go, then, realising that his twin was occupied shouting at Ron, he got up, and followed her out.

The night was clear, and George could clearly see the stars out, but it wasn't the stars he was looking for. He cursed his family for leaving their garden get so overgrown; it was going to be difficult to find Hermione in this. However, after a few minutes, he could hear sobbing coming from a cluster of trees in the corner of the garden.

He pushed his way through the trees, to a small clearing, impossible to see from the outside, unless you knew it was there. He noticed Hermione curled on the wet grass, her hair covering her face and her body jolting every time she sobbed.

George walked over to her slowly, then sat on the floor next to her, and waited, until she was ready to talk. He put his arm around her, and she leant into his chest, her sobs becoming fewer and further in between.

"G-george, I'm sorry! Your s-shirt is s-soaked." She said, looking up at him.

"It's fine 'Mione. Ron was just being a dick. There is nothing wrong with you." He said, hugging her closer. "I promise."

"Really? Then how come Ron cheated on me? How come no guy wants me?" She mumbled, her face squashed against Georges chest.

George sighed. If only he could tell her the truth, about how Fred felt about her. But he couldn't. Could he?

"Well that's where you're wrong 'Mione." She took her head off his chest, and looked up at him, puzzled.

"What'd you mean?" She said. George could see the moonlight making the tears on her eyelashes glitter.

"I mean, there is someone who likes you... i just don't think he knows it himself yet."

"George..." George stood up, and grabbed Hermione's hand, pulling her to her feet. Then, gently, he wiped the tears from under her eyes. "Can't have Ron knowing he got to you, can we now?"

She gave him a watery grin, and they made their way back into the house.

When they got into the kitchen, George made him and Hermione some hot chocolate, and then they both went into the living room, where Fred was sat, his head in a book. George crept in, winking at Hermione, who tried to stifle her giggles. George was just behind Fred, when he leant down and said "Reading are we Freddy? Caught you out, didn't we?"

Fred jumped out of his skin, dropping the book on the floor, and sitting up, his face as red as his hair. George had fallen backwards at this point, rolling around on the floor with laughter, whilst Hermione, used the wall to hold her up, tears rolling down her face. Fred sat there, attempting to look disdainful, but watching his twin and Hermione laugh, resulting in him laughing too.

The twins, Hermione, and Harry, stayed up late that night, drinking hot chocolate, telling stories and laughing. Hermione and Fred were sharing the sofa, and George and Harry had the other armchairs. Soon, Hermione's eyelids started to drop, and she began to fall asleep, her head resting on Fred's shoulder. He looked at her, mildly in surprise, before slowly draping a patchwork blanket over them both, and drifting off to sleep himself. His last thought was: She looks so vulnerable.

George and Harry sat on the armchairs, grinning at each other, and at the brunette and redhead sat before them.

"George? Do you think...?" Harry's voice trailed off, and he looked at George.

"Yeah, I just don't think he knows it himself yet!" George replied with a grin. And with that, the two boys, got up and crept silently upstairs, as not to wake up, the two sleeping teens.

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