I'm so sorry for the long wait but I had to mix this chapter up a bit as it is Hermione's perspective of the events in chapter 9 (The dinner table & Operation Hermione.)

I really hope you like it….PLEASE REVIEW! :')

Chapter 10-

(This is Hermione's view on the events in chapter 9)

Hermione and Ginny sat down at the table for dinner. General chit-chat was flying around and down the other end of the table a fierce conversation ('more like argument') about quidditch was catching most people's attention. That was until Fred and George came bounding down the stairs at such a pace it looked as if they were in fast-forward on a muggle movie.

Fred slipped in next to Hermione and smiled, while George sat next to his twin. 'Oh Merlin, he's smiling at me!' Hermione thought as she nervously smiled back. The meal went by fairly uneventful until Hermione noticed Fred give a very angry kick towards George's leg. George shouted but managed to stop himself before Mrs. Weasley wacked him upside the head for his language.

"What the fuck was that fo…ohh."

Hermione looked suspiciously between the twins, who seemed to be trying to tell each other something with their eyes. George seemed to finally have gotten the message. What ever the message Hermione had no clue. George suddenly spoke up as Mrs. Weasley handed out dessert.

"I was wondering if anyone would like to join me for a match of Quidditch after dessert. We can all play and if you older ladies don't fancy that you can be our cheerleaders or referees, what do you say?" he wiggled his eyebrows and the whole table quickly agreed- Minus Fred and Hermione, who stayed silent.

"Actually George, I was planning on studying tonight. My N.E.W.T.S are on there way and I need to be prepared."

Hermione replied. No body really minded Hermione's answer; she never really was a fan of the sport. What did shock the table though was the fact that Fred hadn't answered. 'Why on earth isn't he playing, he loves quidditch as much as I love books…Well almost.' Just as the thought swam around Hermione's head, Bill asked the question on everyone's lips. Although he didn't exactly say it as tactfully as Hermione would.

"Fred, the whole family's playing! Why on earth aren't you? I'm surprised your not bursting to go hit Percy with a bludger! Ohh… No offence Percy."

Everyone turned to stare at Fred who just went bright red and started to stutter. Hermione looked at him; he was in deep concentration but was obviously panicking. As Fred continued to make little noises that he thought were answers, Hermione noticed George's wand flick under the table. Before she could question him, a rather large and heavy bowl began sliding towards the still panicking Fred. Within a second the bowl had landed with an almighty thud in Fred's lower regions.

"Fuck!"

Fred shot out of his chair and glared at George. Everyone else had burst into intense laughter; even Hermione couldn't help but giggle. Fred turned an almost purple colour out of embarrassment as Bill began to speak again.

"It's alright Fred, you probably shouldn't go on a broom for a while, that bowl was very heavy. You might want to…ummm...check that out."

The laughter that followed was so loud people in the next town would have probably heard it. Fred rushed up the stairs two at a time and shot a very dirty glare at George before hand. 'That was hilarious but I feel bad. How embarrassing! It was his own twin as well... Wait? Why on earth would George do that to Fred? Something fishy is going on here. First the leg kicking then the bowl- Maybe I should go and find Fred, then I can finally have that little talk with him.' Hermione was about to go find Fred when the others started to head out to the bottom of the field where quidditch would be held.

"Are you sure you don't want to play Mione?" Ginny asked. Hermione gave her a firm shake of the head and went into the living room. She picked up her book and began to read.

After around half an hour of reading Hermione realised that she and Fred were the only people in the entire burrow. If she was to go and talk to him, they would defiantly not be interrupted and maybe they could even do something else instead of just talking…'Hermione! What on earth are you thinking? Get your head out of the gutter!' Just as she was trying to shake the inappropriate thoughts from her head she heard a noise from behind. She turned her head and saw Fred nervously smiling at her. She patted the sofa next to her and he sat down.

They sat in an awkward silence for a minute until Hermione found the need to speak- the silence was killing her.

"So Fred, how's your…umm..well..your…you know."

'OH MERLINS BEARD, HERMIONE? WHAT ON EARTH WHERE YOU THINKING? HOW'S YOU'RE…YOU KNOW WHAT? JUST HEX YOURSELF NOW...THEN YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO TALK' she thought.

Hermione nearly slapped herself when she had realised what she said. Fred paled and started to stutter, much like at the dinner table earlier on.

"It's…umm…fine…yeah…fine."

Hermione noticed how high his voice had become and she cringed. She had gone from making an awkward silence into the most awkward conversation she had ever taken part in. They both went extremely red and settled into a silence again.

'Well at least I'm not talking anymore' Hermione thought.

She turned to Fred to find that he was already looking straight at her.

"Hermione…. I need to tell you something."

I know you're probably very annoyed that I left it on the same cliff-hanger but I thought that Hermione's point of view would be important later on. I promise they will talk soon! And I just want to say thankyou to everyone who has reviewed and a BIG thankyou to krystal214 who inspired this chapter.

PLEASE REVIEW- THEY ALL MEAN SO MUCH! :')