AN: Sorry this took so long to get out! I've been having a rough time lately seeing as it was the first time that I had ever told anyone that I had thought about commiting suicide last year. I've just kinda been a wreck. But then I realized that I needed to update and I wanted something at least a little happy, but not really because the next chapter is gonna be kinda depressing. Well anywho enough of my rambbling. Onto the chapter...and remember to review!

Hermione laughed again and heard the pub door open. Her eyes darted to the door and she saw three red heads walk in. That's when she knew what to do.

Hermione leaned across the small table and pressed her lips to Seamus' in a gentle kiss.

/

Fred watched as Hermione leaned across the table and kissed the boy she was with. Three pairs of eyes went to him. He turned in the doorway and ran.

Fred didn't know where he was running to; he just knew that he had to run. He ignored the looks people gave him as he tore through Hogsmeade. He ran until his legs could barely hold him.

He collapsed to the ground with sigh. He could feel the tears running down his face. He hated the feeling that Hermione gave him.

He loved her yet hated her at the same time.

No hate wasn't the right word. Fred could never hate her. He could be upset though. He could be sad, angry, confused, hurt, but not hateful. He still loved her after all.

He thought back to a time when he was happier. A time where girls weren't involved. A time when it was only him and George and all that mattered was pulling pranks and not getting caught.

/

Fred sent his twin brother a look. Both knew what was going to happen next.

The two brothers had seen the old parchment at the same time. It was hidden away in one of the caretaker's old file cabinet drawers.

George reached into his pocket and grabbed out the small dungbomb.

The eleven year old dropped it creating a diversion. While Filch was distracted Fred had leapt up and grabbed the parchment from the drawer.

Both then had ran from the room laughing. What they hadn't known was that they held the key to their pranking success in their small, eleven year old hands.

/

"Ready Fred?" George asked them as they placed the last explosives around the toilet. Harry was in for one hell of a surprise when he finally woke up.

"Ready George," Fred responded.

They ran from the bathroom as there was an explosion. The twins turned to each other and high fived. They walked back to the bathroom and grabbed the toilet seat.

They quickly scrawled a note on it and left it next to Harry's bedside.

/

"Come on Ron, exploring a tomb could be cool," George told his little brother. He and Fred were trying to convince their youngest brother to go into King Tut's tomb so that they could look him in there.

"What if it's cursed?" Ron asked.

"Come on, it can't be that bad," Fred said. "Plus I'm sure that Harry has taught you loads of stuff. I mean he's already defeated you-know-who twice!"

"Okay, if you say so," Ron said clutching his pet rat to his chest. He moved inside the door to the tomb and Fred and George quickly shut it and locked it.

Both twins burst out laughing when they heard the pounding on the door.

/

"Come on Charlie," Fred whined.

"We only need a little bit!" George said.

Charlie looked at the twins. "First you have to tell me what it's for."

Fred and George looked at each other and high-fived."We were gonna put it in Percy's mail box at the ministry," Fred said to their older brother.

Charlie looked at them again then shrugged his shoulders. "Sounds good to me. Come on."

Each twin took an arm and they were off. They stumbled to the hard Romanian ground and looked around.

"Alright grab your dung and let's go. But remember, you don't know where you got it from," Charlie said.

The twins hurried off and got what they needed. Once back in England they set off to the Ministry. The quickly found the right box and put the dung into a container. The pranksters then labeled it Fertilizer from Norway.

They had never seen Percy's face redder.

/

"FREDRICK GIDEON! GEORGE FABIAN!" Molly yelled as she picked up yet another one of their prank wands.

It was the fifth one just that week and she was getting tired of them. Although this one was harmless, all it did was make bubbles when she waved it, it made her mad all the same.

"What mum?" Two identical voices asked at the same time.

"How many times have I told you two not to leave these dang things lying around?" she yelled at her twin boys.

"Sorry mum," they said before rushing back upstairs to do who knows what. She couldn't wait until they were back at school. But she would miss the wands, consent explosions, and the smell of gunpowder.

/

"You know what would be an awesome prank?" Fred asked one day.

"What oh mastermind brother of mine?" George asked looking over to his twin.

"What if we dropped Lee into the lake?"

George sat up in his bed. "That is brilliant!"

"I do try," Fred joked sitting up as well.

"How would we do it?" George asked.

"Already thought of. All we have to do is get some practice brooms for the quidditch supply closet and then nab him. He'll never know what's coming to him."

"Wicked."

"I heard your plan!" A voice called as they walked in the room. The twins looked up to see their best friend, Lee Jordan walking in.

"Well that just went down the loo," Fred said with a sigh.

"What if we pull it on that girl that Potter and your brother and sister hang around with? She always seemed like the bookworm type. Maybe it would cheer her up with exams and everything coming up."

"Lee, that's bloody prefect!" George cried looking at his twin.

"Let's do it!" Fred cried.

/

"Well if you two love birds are ready to go," George said smiling at them. Both Hermione and Fred shot daggers at him. George ignored the looks and took off anyways. Lee followed suit and so did Fred. George and Lee flew on either side of Fred and Hermione.

"Hey princess, isn't the sunshine nice?" George called over to Hermione. She glared back at him in response. "I'll take that as a no then." But despite herself she was having fun and the sunshine did feel nice on her face. She let out a small giggle.

"So you are enjoying yourself," Fred whispered in her ear. Her face flushed despite the wind. Fred's arms tightened around her to help keep them steady. Soon they were flying low over the lake, near the dock that was put in a few months ago.

"Ready?" Hermione heard Fred call over the roar of the wind. She wasn't sure who he was asking.

"Ready!" she heard Lee and George call back in unison.

"Now!" all three cried together.

"AAHH!" Hermione screamed as she plummeted toward the surface of the lake. She heard laughing from above her and to the side of her toward shore. She wasn't sure how she had gotten off the broom, or pushed off for that matter. She went in with a splash but didn't resurface. She struggled in the water trying to break the surface. Something had a hold on her ankle but she had left her wand in the library. Plus with her non-existent swimming skills it was impossible to swim away.

"Is she okay?" George asked when he saw that Hermione had yet to resurface. He had stopped laughing and was staring intensely at the lake

"I don't think so," Lee said, the smile on his face disappearing as he too stared at the lake. Suddenly Hermione broke the surface panting only to be dragged back under again.

"Something's got her!" George yelled.

"No," Fred whispered. He had his wand out as he jumped from his broom into the freezing water.

/

Fred couldn't help but let his mind wander back to the girl that he still loved. He just couldn't let her go. It was so hard for him to not see her, to hold her, to not be the one to make her laugh. He didn't think that he would ever be as happy now as he was then.

He could feel more tears fall down his face but he didn't care who saw now. It didn't matter anymore anyways.

"What happened to some big elaborate plan to get Hermione back?" Someone said from next to him. Fred sat up and looked at his twin.

"I guess that I just ran out of ideas," Fred replied wiping at his eyes.

George smacked him on the back of the head. "A prankster never runs out of ideas!" Fred gave him a sheepish smile but said nothing. George grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. "Come on, I have something to show you."

AN: Oohh, where's George gonna take him? I bet that no one will guess it right. If you do...I'm not sure what you win but it'll be something special! Well anywho, review! 'Kay thanks!