Disclaimer :: I am not JKR nor do I own her wonderful characters that I use in my story.

A/N :: Thank you to my lovely reviewers. It means a lot to see feedback && makes me want to continue on with the story. That's to you, amythestpony, shorttrees007, Zinistar, && ginsensu.

The library was her favorite place to be, expecially when, as much as she hated to admit it, she needed to hide out from her best friends. She was sitting on an overstuffed couch in the corner, away from the rest of the students, trying to finish her book. But today, Hermione was having difficulty focusing on anything. The shock of waking up to Ron had really gotten to her and she kept falling victim to a few daytime fantasies, which she quickly shook out of her head, but not before blushing furiously.

"I really don't understand her, Harry! Why on earth did she think I wanted to go to the ball with her?!" The two friends were walking along the hall, lugging a few books with them. Ron was, yet again, complaining to Harry about Hermione. But, before Harry could do anything more then open his mouth to answer his friend, two tall boys appeared on eather side of them and put their arms on both Harry and Ron's shoulders.

"Because you did." The twins said together. Ron looked to his left at George. Fred was by Harry.

"Going to the library?" George asked.

"Yeah." Harry said.

"Cool. You can do our homework then, Ronnikins." Fred said, Ron opened his mouth in protest.

"Ah, no complaints." Said George.

"Yup, you owe us one." Fred said.

"For convincing Dad to get the tickets to the Quidditch Cup." George smiled as he placed his books in Ron's hands.

"And for convincing him to let Harry go." Fred finished as the four walked into the library. They found a table to place their stuff at and Ron continued to complain.

"Now Ron, who said they would do our homework at least once during this year? Hmmm?" George nudged his little brother.

"Fine! But at least help me and Harry with this Potions study! Snape is killing us!" George rolled his eyes, but sat next to Harry to help out a little bit. He turned to grab his twin, but Fred disappeared before he could grab him. He walked around inbetween towering bookcases, running his hands along the book spines. He turned the corner and saw a bushy-haired girl reading a book with her back to him, her legs taking up the rest of the loveseat. He froze and ducked back behind a bookshelf, peering around the corner at her. He was mentally laughing at himself, he was stalking Hermione.

"I liked her hair better straight." Fred jumped a little and turned quickly to see George standing next to him.

"I like it bushy," Fred whispered

"She looked older with it straight."

"I know." George raised an eyebrow at his twin. "Er, I just mean that its awkward having Hermione looking older then she is." George grinned. The twins both peeked around the corner at the unsuspecting girl.

"She fancies Ron, doesn't she?" George asked.

"Without a doubt."

"You know..." George smiled mischeviously, "Perhaps they need a little bit of help getting together?" Fred's smile matched his twin's.

"A little push wouldn't hurt," Fred agreed

"Not one bit."

"Operation Lovebirds?"

"I'll take the wittle Weasley." George said in a baby voice.

"I'll take shy bookworm," and with that, George went back to the table with a huge mischevious grin and Fred walked over to Hermione.

Fred found it easy to creep up behind her, she was so entranced with her book that she failed to notice him reading over her shoulder. He leaned forward a bit more to read outloud in her ear, "His soft, tender kisses trailed down her skin, her back arching beneath his touch..."

Hermione slammed the book shut and turned around wide-eyed to come face-to-face with a grinning twin. Her cheeks were already red with embarrassment, but her blush continued to deepen when she realized she didn't know how long Fred had been there. "So, who's the pervert now?" He asked, waggling her eyebrows at her

"I beg your pardon? This is literature. Not some bewitched bear that turns into people." It was the only excuse she could come up with as to why she wasn't a perv for reading smut books.

"Imagination, Hermione, can be far more perversed then what reality can give." Fred continued to grin as he tapped her nose playfully. He had never been this close to Hermione before and found himself staring into her eyes...

Gorgeous big bedroom eyes...

Such pretty auburn eyes...

"Ah... er... right..." Was all she could manage to say before she got up from the couch. Fred blinked a few times in surprise but stood up also, not wanting her to leave quite yet. She was heading towards the bookshelves to leave but Fred quickly moved in front of her, blocking her path. He put his left arm up on shelves and leaned on the bookcase, looking down at Hermione.

What the bloody hell?? Why was his heart beating so fast?? When did Hermione get such enchanting eyes?! Quickly he tried to turn her mind elsewhere, she was peering up at him and could probably see his face starting to turn red.

"Have you told him?" Fred asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said defiantly, trying move past Fred, but he continued to block her way.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Hermione sighed and stopped trying to move past him. "Have you told Ron about your feelings?"

"What feelings?"

"Don't be silly. Spuff never lies." Hermione looked down.

"No... I haven't." She admitted.

"Why not?"

"He fancies someone else." At this, Fred straightened up.

"Who?"

"A third year. Her first name is Naomi."

"So you're gonna let some little prissy-priss stop you from telling Ron how you feel?" Fred watched Hermione shudder a bit. She took a few minutes to respond, but when she did, her voice was soft and weak.

"She... She's gorgeous, Fred. Stunning, really. It's like she just walked out of Warlocks Top 100 Witches." Hermione bit her lip for a moment and looked back up at the boy in front of her. Fred's chest gave a slight jolt, Hermione's eyes were filling with tears. "I have... no chance. He'd choose someone as perfectly proportioned as her over plain ol' me any day." Fred went to say something in protest, but she had already moved around him and started walking away.

He found himself reaching out to grab her, he wanted to pull her close, wanted to stop those tears from falling. But before he could grab her wrist, he stopped himself, sighing in defeat. Fred resisted the urge to follow after her and press the matter further, so instead he watched her till she was out of sight then scowled, jamming his hands into his pockets. He never thought that someone who could capture the heart of a famous Quidditch player could also be so self-conscious, expecially after she had already blown everyone away at the Ball.

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