"I came to wake her up!" Ron snarled, his eyes livid. "Why are you in here?" His eyes flew to Fred's shirt, narrowing when he saw that it had been unbuttoned. "Merlin's beard! You're shagging in Ginny's bed?" He growled and lunged forward, his eyes murderous. Hermione let out a yelp and fell to the floor as Fred rose, his hands fisted. Ron tripped over Hermione's body and fell onto the bed as Fred twisted out of the way. He knelt as quickly as he could and grabbed hold of Hermione, lifting her up and checking her for damage before turning towards Ron.

"I don't know what your problem is, but if you ever, ever, try and attack me or Hermione again I swear to Merlin-" He had his wand out and leveled at his brothers chest, and Hermione finally got over the shock of everything that had just happened and lunged forward.

"Fred," She gasped, grabbing his wand and pointing it towards the floor, "don't he didn't mean it."

"Like hell." Ron fumed. Fred leveled another glare at him before turning towards Hermione, his wand still aimed at the floor.

"Fine, Hermione. Meet me at the place where we had our first kiss, we're obviously not going to get any alone time her." He said, giving Ron an obvious glare. He disapparated with a loud crack and Hermione spun on her heels, giving Ron the darkest glare she could.

"Look what you've done!" She exclaimed, panic rising up within her. "I have no idea where he's gone too! You prat!"

She ran from the room, slamming the door behind her as she gripped onto the banister, ignoring her throbbing leg. She had to find Fred quick, and then she had to figure out how to explain what had just happened with Ron.

"George!" She cried out, hoping he was in the Burrow and could hear her, maybe he'd have an idea of where his twin was. She certainly didn't.

"Yeah?" He called, appearing at the bottom of the stairs. She started to run towards him as fast as she could, struggling with her throbbing leg. George ran up the steps towards her, taking the steps two at a time.

"Do you know where Fred is? He just disapparated, he wants me to come find him at the place we had our first kiss." Her voice was boarder line hysterical.

"Whoa, calm down, Hermione. I'll find him, just give me a second." He stilled her with a hand on his shoulder as he reached into his robe pocket. He pulled out a small key, the style of which looked familiar to Hermione. He reached winked at her and cast a disillusionment charm over himself before tightening his grip on her arm. He twisted the key into the air, and Hermione felt herself disappear through space and time in the discomfort of apparition.

She reappeared in the Quidditch pitch behind the Burrow, and promptly fell to the ground.

"Merlin, Hermione.!" George gasped, "I'm sorry!" She shook her head, not wanting him to be seen. She made to sit up but before she could, strong arms were pulling her up into a chest she was growing extremely fond of. Fred's hands dropped to her waist and pulled her slightly closer. She'd barely registered it was him before his lips had claimed hers again.

She gasped in surprise at first, but she managed to hide it and responded swiftly. Her arms wound their way around his neck, tightening against him and pulling him as close as she could. All the heat and desire she'd been feeling earlier came rushing right back and she didn't fight her urge to move closer to him. She stretched as tall as she could, arching into him. He moaned into her mouth and tightened his own grip around her. He pulled back from her, panting for breath.

"I can't believe you remembered." Hermione said, letting tears fill her eyes. She hoped that it would be something someone would do. She knew that if she had been dating a boy for over two and half years, she'd be touched that he remembered the location of their first kiss.

"How could I forget?" He asked, smiling cheekily at her. "You hexed me for making you fly and then you snogged me senseless." A grin quirked her lips at the explanation. She rather liked that image, she wished it had actually happened.

Honestly, she wished a lot of his dream world had really happened. That was beginning to scare her slightly, she was wanting it to be real. She realized she had fallen quiet and she gave herself a mental shake to pull herself out of it.

"Mind my asking you a question?" She asked quietly, her arms still wrapped around her waist. He was helping to hold her up and she was extremely grateful for that small fact.

"Nah, I'm an open book, remember?" she smiled and nodded her head.

"Of course. Why were you already in my room when I woke up, and why did no one else know?" He grinned broadly at her question and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Well, I missed you. Our evening got cut short last night, so I thought we could get an early start this morning." He brought a hand up to her face and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, causing her to smile softly. She loved how he did that, she'd always wanted a boyfriend who would brush her hair back. It was probably silly, but she'd always been jealous when she'd see Harry to it do Ginny. It seemed like such a romantic, loving gesture. She never could see why any guy would want to mess with her bushy, unruly, crazy hair though.

He held onto the strand, letting it twirl around his finger familiarly. He smiled at the frizzy lock, a tender look in his handsome blue eyes.

"I rather missed you as well." She said, her eyes misty. "I'm sorry our night got cut short." He grinned even broader, his eyes positively sparkling.

"I've been wanting to talk to you about that, actually."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he answered slowly, nervously. His eyes dropped and his hand fiddled with the hem of her robe, his whole demeanor speaking to the unease he now felt.

Hermione was growing nervous, she'd never seen him look so unsure. What was he going to tell her? She opened her mouth to ask him, and promptly let out a squeak of pain as her leg gave out on her and flared up in terrible pain. She started to fall to the ground, her hands falling uselessly from Fred's neck as she grabbed at her leg, only to be caught by Fred.

"Hermione?" He exclaimed, lowering her to the ground. She was writhing in agony as her leg sent wave after wave of pain through her entire body, it was like someone had performed a localized cruicatius on her, and the after affects were spreading through out her entire body.

"Hermione!" Another voice yelled, nearly identical to the one that was fussing over her. She opened her eyes, unable to see past the pain as another set of arms grabbed hold of her and helped hold her convulsing body down.

"George?" Fred cried out, his voice pleading for help from his twin.

"Hold her down, Fred!" George replied back, his voice holding no room for question. Fred complied, his strong arms holding Hermione. Her last cohesive thoughts were focused on the strong arms holding her steady, and then she lost her consciousness to the searing pain.

-o-O-o-

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The gentle rocking motion slowly drew Hermione from the dark hole she had fallen into, and she became aware of a steady thump sounding right next to her ear. The heart beat reassured her, and she focused on it as she awoke. Her leg was still throbbing in pain and her back felt stiff as well, though someone was rubbing circles into it, helping to its tension.

She tried to take a deep breath and she let out at cough as her lungs protested. Familiar scents filled her nostril, and she realized whose arms she was being held in, and who it was that was rubbing her back.

"Fred?" She choked out, her voice hoarse. "Harry? George?" As she said the names she let the strangeness of the situation wash over her. How odd that the twins had replaced Ron as her favorite Weasley.

"Hermione?" They chorused together, their voices all worried and hopeful. She blinked her eyes open, taking in that she was somewhere bright, and it was extremely warm. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness and she saw Fred's face looming in front of her, worry lining it. He shouldn't look worried. She thought, her heart giving a pained flutter, such a happy person should never look anything but happy. Harry and George's head leaned into her field of vision, and she felt a small smile lift her lips. They were all with her, safe and sound, everyone was okay.

She let her eyes close for a moment as she focused on taking a breath without coughing. Her leg was really hurting, but it didn't seem terribly important to her right now.

"What happened?" She asked quietly, her voice still hoarse from lack of use. How long had she been out?

"You passed out." Fred answered, his eyes wide with worry still. "George helped me get you to the Burrow. Harry told us to take you to St. Mungo's, so we did."

"I've spoken with Healer Miller, he said that he'd come and see you when you woke up." Harry explained, leaning closer to her and placing a hand on her brow, checking for a fever in a very muggle way. It made her relax some as memories of her mother doing the same to her years ago went through her tired mind. The thoughts saddened her for some reason she couldn't think of at the moment, so she pushed them away.

"I'm sorry." She managed, earning a surprised look from the three guys.

"Whatever for?" George asked, furrowing his brow as Harry simply shook his head with an amused grin.

"For causing you to worry."

"Bloody hell," Fred started as George leaned back, obviously fighting a laugh, "you passed out in the middle of the quidditch field, convulsing in obvious pain, and you apologize? Merlin, you're clueless." He stated, shaking his head before brushing her hair from her face, not minding that it was sweaty, something that surprised Hermione. "I still love you though." He added, pressing an extremely light kiss to her forehead. A silly grin lifted her lips as the pain in her leg started to fade.

"We're not going to be allowed in here while he examines you, some new rule." Harry said after a moment, his hand still on her arm. She turned her head towards him, frowning at what he said.

"Why?"

"I don't know, but we'll be waiting right outside, and we'll come back the minute he lets us." Harry assured, Fred and George seconded the sentiment

"O-okay." She said slowly, glancing at the door nervously. She didn't much like the idea of them leaving, she wasn't really sure why. She simply felt uneasy. Also, she felt extremely safe in Fred's arm, they felt, right, somehow.

"If you don't want us to leave, we won't." Fred said, brushing his hand against her cheek again.

"Yeah, we'll stay, regardless of what they say." Harry added. George placed his hand on her knee reassuringly, letting his action speak for the fact that he would stay also. Hermione smiled at the guys surrounding her.

"No, that's alright. I'll be fine alone. It won't be long anyway, right? Go on, I'll call you if I need your help." She said. She turned her head towards Fred and she got caught in his eyes. They were such a deep blue, and full of emotions, so many that she could hardly identify them all. She could have looked at them forever if she'd had the chance. As was, she didn't realize she was leaning closer to him, or that she had licked her lips until Fred's eyes shot down to look at the action.

"We'll be waiting." He said, his voice barely more than a whisper. She nodded her head, unable to look away from him. He leaned down towards her, and she found herself leaning up to kiss him.

"Ms. Granger?"

A/N: I still haven't decided about the rating, I'll just have to see where this goes. Also, rest assured, I like Ron, so he'll be better before the end.

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