Disclaimer: I own nothing. Same old story. Same sad, sad story.

The next few days of holiday, Fred avoided Hermione like the plague. He'd sit as far away from her at every meal as he could get. Hermione had no idea what she'd done to deserve this. Maybe the iPod had been a little much. Fred on the other hand, had realized that the slight feelings he'd begun developing for Hermione had become full blown. And it was a problem. She was Hermione Granger after all, Ron's best friend, and...well...Hermione. He had to snap out of it. And avoiding her was his best bet.

The morning the Hogwarts Express went back to Hogwarts the tension between Fred and Hermione was too much for George to handle. After seeing Hermione's confused look at breakfast again that morning he pulled Fred aside.

"Fred. What is going on mate? I thought you liked our lovely 'Mione! What happened?" Fred's jaw dropped in surprise. George knew? Oh who was he kidding? Of course George knew. He always did.

"I do, but it's Hermione," George raised an eyebrow at his twin and laughed.

"Point? You like her. She seems to like you," George put his hand on Fred's shoulder trying to be serious. "Go for it. Try. Okay?" Fred opened his mouth to argue but George shook his head. "No arguments. Just do it okay?"

"Fine." With that George smiled and walked away. Fred stood there confused as ever. It was Hermione! But George had a point. He should try.

The morning passed with it's usual chaos, but everyone made it to the platform on time and in one piece. Ron, Harry and Hermione went to find a compartment, while the twins went to find Lee. But Fred watched Hermione walk off so he knew where to find her. And find her he did.

"Hey Hermione," Fred said popping his head into the trio's compartment with a smirk. "Can I talk to you real fast?" Hermione looked up from her book and sighed.

"Fine." She stood up and walked out of the compartment with him. "What?"

"Not here. There's an empty compartment over there. Come one." He grabbed her hand and pulled her in the compartment. She leaned against the door frustrated.

"What?"

"Hermione. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been avoiding you the past few days. I'm really sorry. I..."

"Oh you're sorry? Then why did you do it in the first place?"

"Because Hermione I..."

"You know what? I don't know if I want to know." Hermione turned towards the door, but Fred grabbed her arm.

"Hermione...please. Please wait." Something in Fred's voice made her wait. Maybe he truly was sorry. Maybe he could explain. Or he was just being Fred.

"Okay. I'll wait. What do you want?"

"Hang on. Just let me do something." He pulled out his iPod and waved his wand over it. "You'll know this song okay? You don't have to sing it. But I am. I'm going to. Because...Well...you'll see." 'Damn it Hermione you've made a musician out of me.' He thought.

For I've imagined every bit of him

To the strong moral fiber to the wisdom in his head

To the home-y aroma of his pipe

Hermione couldn't suppress the smile that spread across her face, at hearing these lines. Her favorite show. Fred took a breath and began to sing.

You have wished yourself a Scarsdale Galahad

The breakfast-eating, Brooks-brothers type.

And she joined him.

Yes, and I shall meet him when the time is right.

Fred: (spoken) You've got the guy all figured out.

Hermione: (spoken) I have.

Fred: (spoken) Including what he smokes. All figured out, huh?

Hermione: (spoken) All figured out.

I'll know when my love comes along

I won't take a change.

I'll know he'll be just what I need

Not some fly-by-night Broadway romance.

Fred:And you'll know at a glance by the two-pair of pants.

Hermione: I'll know by the calm steady voice

Those feet on the ground.

I'll know as I run to his arms

That at last I've come home safe and sound.

Until then, I shall wait.

Until then, I'll be strong.

Oh, I'll know, when my love comes along.

Fred: (spoken) No, no, no! You are talking about love! You can't dope it like that. What

are you picking, a guy or a horse?

Hermione: (spoken) I wouldn't expect a gambler to understand.

Fred: (spoken) Would you like to hear how a gambler feels about the big heart throb?

Hermione: (spoken) No!

Fred: (spoken) Well, I'll tell you.

Mine will come as a surprise to me.

Mine I lead to chance and chemistry.

Hermione: (spoken) Chemistry?

Fred: (spoken) Yeah, chemistry.

Suddenly I'll know when my love comes along

I'll know then and there

I'll know at the sight of her face

How I care, how I care, how I care

And I'll stop. And I'll stare.

And I'll know long before we can speak

I'll know in my heart.

I'll know and I won't ever ask

Am I right, am I wise, am I smart.

And I'll stop. And I'll stare.

At that face. In the throng.

Both:Yes, I'll know when my love comes along

I'll know

When my love comes along.

Until then, I shall wait.

And till then, I'll be strong.

Oh, I'll know when my love comes along.

Hermione looked up at Fred impressed. He'd learned the song in just a few days, and actually sounded pretty fantastic.

"Well Mr. Weasley, I'm impressed," she said leaning back against the door. "But why that song?"

"Well think about it. I'm kinda like Sky. And you're very much a Sarah." He stepped towards her. "I really do care quite a lot about you. But I figured you're...well you and I'm me. But the more I thought about it the more I figured I might as well try. And well...I figured this song might help. Since you know the rest of the story."

"I do. But that doesn't mean I've decided to play the role you've assigned me." She tried her best to keep a straight face, but couldn't help cracking a smile. "You know Fred Weasley you certainly are an interesting person."

"Am I now?" He asked taking another step towards her, grinning. "And why is that?"

"You've got a lot more to you than meets the eye," she returned his smile. "And I like it."

"Which means...?"

"Maybe I'd play the Sarah to your Sky."

"Maybe? Why not for sure?"

"Because even Sarah didn't say yes right away." She grinned again and leaned in close. "But you're showing promise." Their faces were incredibly close at this point and Hermione suddenly realized it. She felt a gentle blush spread across her face. "I'll see you later." Then, without thinking she leaned up and kissed his cheek, before leaving the compartment. Fred touched the spot Hermione's lips had just been and smiled again. Well. It had gone well.

A/N: Alright. So that was...sketch. I feel anyway. Let me know what you guys think! Hope you like it and can keep the song straight! =)