A/N: I don't really have much to say for this one...hmm...except I did remember I'm still forgetting to do disclaimers. Whoops. I don't own any of this, I wish. Anywho, thanks for reading and reviewing and all that jazz. You guys are the best.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He practically yelled at Fred. "GET YOUR ARM OFF OF HER!" Ron was standing, glaring at Fred and Hermione from down the table. He had thrown his fists down and shook everyone's plates, knocking over his own drink in the process.
"Ron! Sit down!" Harry could be heard hissing at his friend, although it was a barely audible sound. Ron's expression turned back into one of semi-sanity and he looked around, noticing that practically everyone in Gryffindor was staring. He started to sit down slowly, but turned back to Fred and Hermione, not taking his eyes off them.
"Oh, jealous are we?" Fred called back calmly, bringing both of his arms above the table and crossing them. He was playing the 'make Ron the bad guy' game. Hermione kicked him under the table.
"You're just going to make him angrier!" she whispered frantically. While this was true, she also felt partially bad for Ron. She knew how his brothers- all of them- always gave him the shortest end of the stick. She still cared about Ron's feelings even though he did have a tendency to overreact and get jealous. She would rather have sat down with him and talked about her relationship with Fred rather than have this happen.
"Don't worry, Mione, I've got this under control," he mumbled, not really paying attention to her anymore. He was focused on getting out of this situation and causing the smallest scene possible, something he would normally be trying to do the opposite of.
"I'll be right back." He stood up and walked around the table to where Ron was sitting and sat down next to him. Ron glanced around the table and noticed all the faces still watching intently.
Fred had obviously noticed as well...if there was a single person at the table who wasn't staring he'd have gone into shock. "Nothing to see here, you all can go back to your abnormally boring lives now!" he called out casually, grinning, then turned back to Ron.
Ron's fists were clenched on top of the table and he kept turning back to glare at Hermione. She tried to avoid his glances by staring at her eggs, only watching the boys out of her peripheral vision. She couldn't hear the conversation from where she sat. That wasn't good. Fred would try to make it sound better than it had actually been...she'd never know how it really went.
"Well, today's off to a good start," George muttered from across the table. Hermione laughed dryly, still picking at the eggs she no longer had the appetite to eat.
Fred finally stood up after what seemed like an eternity and started to walk back to his original seat next to Hermione. He strutted with confidence like normal, unless that was just an act...
He took his seat, and took a drink of juice, then continued eating like nothing had just happened.
"Well?" she asked anxiously after a few moments of silence had passed. "Did you boys have a nice chat?" Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"I told him the truth." Fred said blandly.
"And?"
"He said something along the lines of 'Mum won't approve of this', I'm the one Mione loves', and 'I can't believe you, my own brother'. So basically the things Ron says to me on a daily basis. Don't worry about him Hermione, he's just being a prat." Fred glanced back down at Ron, who was still staring at the couple angrily, and Hermione sensed that that wasn't the only things that were said...
