K15: Okay, so I just found out that George married Angelina.

Fred: And she's upset.

Me: No joke, upset is putting it mildly.

Fred: Things are going well now.
Me: Yeah, she fuelled my inspiration for this fic.

Fred: So, again this is going to be great.

Me: So, I hope you enjoy this fic. Later. K15

Disclaimer: Angelina is the last person that I would have had George marry; therefore, it shows I don't own Harry Potter.

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Hermione looked out of Professor Lupin's door to see Fred running passed. She sighed. More and more students were getting sick around Hogwarts. And he was yet another person who had fallen victim. Hermione looked back towards her book that she was doing research on.

"Hermione, why don't you've gone off to dinner? You've done enough extra credit for the night," Professor Lupin stated. He stood up and walked to the only girl in the room. "I'm going to check to make sure that Mr. Weasley is alright."

"No need Professor, I'll do it," Hermione smiled.

"Hermione, you are much like Lily Evans, so kind hearted," he pointed out. "Now get going, before I have to reduce house points."

"Yes Professor, and thank you for helping me with my many extra credit products." She stood up and collected her books before running off after Fred.

It wasn't obvious that the whole castle didn't hear what happened in the Great Hall. Hermione smirked to herself as Angelina stormed passed the room. She was covered in this evenings chicken as well as lunch, and breakfast. Following her was George, Katie, and Lee.

Hermione was pretty sure that they were going to follow Angelina rather than check up on Fred. He wasn't feeling good anyway, so taking time away from his sleep wasn't the best idea. But right now, it seemed that Fred was just as big as victim as Angelina was.

Hermione was quick to reach the seventh floor. Especially before Fred, she had learned from Harry all the secret shortcuts. And it wasn't like she didn't stumble onto them during her first year. Avoiding Ron and Harry all those months came in handy, plus she was never late to class once.

Fred looked behind him as he crossed the final steps. He hardly noticed that Hermione was in front of him the whole time. Trying to catch his breath, which he found harder to do with a stuffy nose, he heard a scoffing.

"Out of bed Fred?" Hermione asked, causing him to look up.

Fred sniffed and let out a belch. He swallowed down whatever was trying to come up, he was pretty sure that there was nothing more in his stomach but acid, but he was never always sure. "Granger?" He questioned. "Just get out of my way."

"I was thinking you could use some extra help," she smiled, helping him into the portrait hole. He sighed and allowed the girl to lead him towards the couch in the common room. It was going to be great to get to sleep.

Hermione sat in front of him as he started to drift off, but found impossible to do so. With the girl staring at him the whole time, he quickly became annoyed. "Hermione, do you mind? I really want to sleep," he seemed a little more irritable.

She could only smile at the Weasley twin. She slipped out a necklace from under her shirt and held it up so he could see. She had taken a quick glance to see if anyone was around, they weren't. "This is a Time-turner, it's how I've been getting to my classes all term," she quickly explained. "It's usually not meant to fool around with time, but I was thinking that you had a little trouble in the Great Hall earlier."

Fred threw his head back and covered his eyes. It was like a really bad hangover, everything too bright, and his stomach wasn't settling. The only thing that wasn't bothering him was the softness of Hermione's voice.

"I threw up on Angelina," he confirmed.

"So, I was thinking that I could always go back and get you out of the Great Hall before you did that," Hermione suggested.

Fred sighed and sat up, despite his body's protests. He looked the brown-eyed witch in the eye and sighed again. He would love for her to intervene, to get him out of there before he threw up all over his now ex-girlfriend.

"She deserved it," he finally said after a moment of thinking.

"What? No one can deserve someone else throwing up on them. Not even Malfoy deserves that," Hermione face squished up as she recoiled back.

"You must understand something, my dear Hermione," he began. "Today was a good day for me to throw up on Angelina."

"I still don't see why you would do something that horrible on purpose."

"Not on purpose, I didn't plan to get sick right before my OWLs," he stated, leaning on his knees. "It was something that Ron handed off to George, and George gave it too me. But that's not why I'm saying that I threw up on Angelina."

Hermione leaned back and crossed her legs. She wanted to know what was going on in the Weasley twin's head. It had to be something dastardly. She almost didn't believe him when he said he was sick, but then she thought back to the sickness going around the school. It was something she was going to find very intriguing.

"I suppose you want a look into the life into a fifth year," Fred tried to joke, but failed horribly.

If he's not up to joking, then he must truly be sick, Hermione thought. She nodded at his question slash statement. "If you don't mind."

"Okay, but I must warn you, my life isn't as glamorous as Harry's or yours," he warned. "My life is a little more drama filled, even though George and I hide it really well."

"Okay, I'm ready."

"I've been dating Angelina since my third year, since I found out she liked me. You know what that's like. You meet a cute boy and you fall head over heels for him, well it's the same for males. We find a girl and the first thought that comes into our mind,"

"Is you want to shag her," Hermione interrupted.

"Bloody Hell Granger, life isn't about sex. I mean sure it is sometimes, but not all the time," Fred chuckled, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in. He was trying to fight the drowsy feeling, and fighting sleep.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, the way my roommates made it sound," she blushed.

"Sure, we think about shagging people later, but sometimes we like to get to know them first. Anyway, may I continue?"

"Yes, please do."

"Good. Anyway, well needless to say Angelina and I were dating since our third year, and during my fourth year we got even closer. But this year seemed to be a little different," Fred explained. Hermione nodded. She could see that he was avoiding Angelina a little more.

"It's not the fact that the sex isn't good, hell, the sex is great. But it's the feeling that I feel for her, it's gone, there is no more magic moment, so to speak," he continued. "I missed that during our third and fourth year. Sure we were probably lusting over each other, but that's okay too."

"So what does this have to do with this year?"

"Granger, always taking in information, no matter how important it is to her life," he chuckled. "Well, I was missing my twin, and that was really weird considering we're closer than ever."

"Why's that?"

"George has been having nightmares, they're nothing too big, but they happened when we were younger too. He's dreaming about my death," he quickly explained.

Not that this wasn't really important to Hermione or anything, but it was just information and it seemed to make her life run a little more easily. She almost didn't want to become a fifth year if this is how things were going to be. Sighing she looked up at Fred, his blue eyes were showing that he was drained. He needed sleep, how he had the energy to tell Hermione this story was beyond her current knowledge.

She thought back to what he had said earlier. Hermione knew what it was like to have a crush on someone at first sight or pretty close to it. It may have taken a couple of years to develop, but she wasn't about to let go of any of those secrets. Not even Ginny would know, and she was supposedly Hermione's best friend.

"Hermione?" Fred snapped his fingers in front her face, bringing her out of her train of thought. "I thought I lost you for a moment. Thinking of a life without me?" he asked.

"Yeah, it would be a little more calmer," she teased back.

"I'm hurt, do you want me to finish?"

"Yes please," Hermione nodded a little more vigorously.

Fred smiled; she was easy to tell all his problems to. "Anyway, so I searched the castle for this twin, and it shouldn't have been too hard to find him. I mean there are only five us with red hair and freckles, so I decided to head back to my room, my personal room, I finally gave up on my twin, he was probably out on the Quidditch pitch with Wood, and it wasn't something that I was going to deal then. They were probably practicing for the final game.

"I pushed open the door to see my twin, my own flesh and blood hunched over Angelina," he sighed trying to get that mental image out of his head. "I smirked let out a joke and shut the door."

"Oh Fred, what did you do?"

"What else? I fled, somewhere where my brother couldn't find me. George was shaggin' my girlfriend, so I just ran. I finally found a room called the Room of Requirement," he held his head in his hands. He couldn't believe that he told his little brother's best friend that George had been messing around with Angelina. What was he thinking? He wasn't, it was the stomach flu. All Fred wanted to do was sleep and not talk to anyone, and Hermione followed him. But it felt good to get it all off his chest.

Hermione brought her arms around him and pulled the older twin into a hug. She rubbed his back and tried to calm him down. Not that he needed to be calm down, but she could almost hear the hatred towards George and Angelina with that sentence. But her mind wasn't wrapped around those two, it was more wrapped around the Room of Requirement, she had heard of it, but never thought it existed.

"Do you now see why I can proudly say I threw up on Angelina, if I had done it while I was sane,"

"You're never sane," Hermione joked.

"True," he agreed. "Anyway, so if had done it when I wasn't sick, I probably would of accused my brother all in the same moment."

"How long ago was it? If you don't mind me asking," she questioned.

"Yesterday," he confirmed.

"Bloody Hell, it took a while to…"

"I think that's the reason I got sick in the first place. Hermione, please don't confront Angelina or George, this is my problem not yours. I want to handle it myself," Fred nearly begged. "I think I'm going to stop fighting the sleep that's calling me and sleep on the couch right here, if you don't mind."

"I don't," she answered.

Fred reached out and kissed Hermione's forehead. Her stomach did flips inside her; she couldn't believe that he actually did that. She gulped as a blush came across her face. Hermione shook her bushy brown hair to get a hold of herself. Okay so maybe she could admit to it, Fred was the one she fancied. Since she first saw him on the train, she knew right away that it was him and not George. Hermione had made it her mission to figure out which twin was which, and she succeed two days into her first year.

George was more silent, sure she liked that about him, but it made him seem like the brains of all their operations. He also had six more freckles on his faces, and there was a bigger freckle on his jaw line than Fred's. It was something she looked for, that and their hair. George's seemed to lie more flat than Fred's, but that wasn't something she could pick up right away.

Fred? He was loud. There wasn't a doubt about it. He talked nearly for the two twins. When he talked to you, he snuck up. He liked the element of surprise, even though he was quite nosier. Fred was also the one that seemed to over do the pranks. While George wanted it nice and simple, Fred seemed to want everything to go out with a bang. Also Fred's hair could never lay flat, and his freckles seemed to form nicely across his face. Especially the ones that crossed his nose and under his blue eyes, if you were to look at the twins from a distance, you'd probably never tell them apart. But when up close, that's how Hermione was able to tell the difference between them.

Fred chuckled as he leaned back. "Hermione, it's just a frieeendly," he yawned. "Kiss. I don't want to come onto you too much."

"Come on to me?" Hermione questioned.

"Yeah, I'd probably not date you so I don't want it to seem more than that. Just trust me okay Hermione?" he asked. "Because I trust you with my secret."

Hermione looked away as he laid his head back on the armrest. He closed his eyes and started to breath deeply. He was quick to fall asleep, but she supposed that all Weasleys were like that. Not that Hermione minded. It avoided any conversation that would make their friendship a little more awkward.

She conjured up a red blanket and draped it over his sleeping form. She looked towards the portrait hole and tucked her Time-turner in her shirt. She had a little revenge to get on Angelina. Nothing too bad, just something to get revenge and make Fred feel better, and it meant that George would have to hide away from the smartest witch her age.

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K15: Okay, I'm still a little bit upset about everything that happened. With Angelina marrying Fred… I mean George.

Fred: Did you just call me George?

Me: Actually I just called George you.

Fred: WHAT! That's an insult towards everything and the kitchen sink!

Me: That's my line!

Fred: That's okay.

Me: Anyway, so don't forget to review. Because that would be nice. :D So until next time. Later. K15