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AN: Thank you all for the reviews. I appreciate each and every one of them! I'm really sorry this is so late, but I've been sick with the flu for a while. I'm still not 100 but I couldn't leave you guys hanging for so long! So if this chapter isn't that good I blame it on the fever! Hope you enjoy it. Love ya's!

Grimmauld Place-July 21st-9:00pm

Shit. That's all I have to say. Shit. The trip to Diagon Alley did NOT go well. At first it did. We all got our school supplies, dress robes were required again looks like there's another ball to look forward to, and we were all in Flourish and Blotts getting our books.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were looking after half of out group, they were in charge of Harry, Ron and Ginny, while Tonks and Lupin were looking after my group which was me and the twins. Naturally, Fred and I decided to sneak off for a few minutes to snog in an in a quiet rarely used isle of books.

I was looking for the Standard Book of Spells grade 5, when I felt him sneak up behind me.

"What do you say we get away from everyone for a few minutes?" He whispered in my ear.

I tried in vain to ignore the shivers that went down my spine as I attempted to decline his offer. "We can't Fred. We could get caught."

"That's what makes so exciting, love." He said as he grabbed my hand and lead me to the unused isle. "Don't worry, George'll cover for us."

As soon as we were out of sight he pulled me into a soft kiss.

I sighed against his mouth, enjoying his touch. "You're sure we won't be found here?" I asked.

"Very sure." He told me trailing butterfly kisses down my throat. "No one cares about these books."

"Isn't that kinda sad though? All these forgotten books."

He pulled away to look at me funny, but then smiled, that smile that was only for me. "Only, you, Granger would feel bad for unused books. Tell you what, someday when I'm rich, I'll come here and buy all these poor unloved books, just for you."

I knew he was teasing but said, "You'd do that for me?"

"I'd do anything for you, love. Now let's give the forgotten books a little show, yeah? Something to entertain them." He whispered huskily in my ear.

"On with the show." I giggled as I pulled his face down to mine.

He pushed me up against one of the bookshelves as our kiss became more passionate. He slipped his tounge into my mouth and I let out an involuntary groan. One of his hands was tangled in my hair and the other was underneath my shirt running maddening circles across my stomach and back. Not to be out done, of course, I slipped my own hands under his shirt and began tracing his, well built might I add, abs and chest.

"Bloody hell, Granger." He groaned as my instincts took over and I kissed my way down his throat and all the way up to his ear where I nibbled on the lobe.

We had just started kissing again when, "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Came a drawling voice.

Fred and I instantly let go of each other to see none other than Draco Malfoy standing in front of us.

"Shit." I said.

"Language, Mudblood." He said smirking.

"Don't call her that, you bastard." Fred hissed.

"Fred, don't get worked up. It's what he wants." I told him, placing my hand on his arm.

"Got him whipped all ready do you, Granger?"

"Sod off, Malfoy." I said harshly. "And mind your own business."

"No, I don't think I will, actually. I'm too curious. What does you're little brother think about this?"

Not answering was the only thing he needed to hear.

"He doesn't know?!" Malfoy laughed. "Oh this is brilliant. The Hogwarts bookworm and prankster are having an affair! Too bad Rita Skeeter isn't writing anymore. She'd love this. Potter and Krum not good enough for you. Granger? Or is this just a way of getting over Diggory? I heard you and him got pretty close during your little library sessions." He sneered.

"Shut-up." I said darkly. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stop talking right now, you slimy little ferret."

"Who's the one getting worked up now, Granger?" You'll want to watch her temper, Weasley. Though, I'm sure that makes her great in bed as I'm sure Diggory could tell you. Oh that's right, I suppose he can't now can he. Seeing as the idiot got himself kil-"

But he didn't get to finish for I, not being held back, punched him as hard as I could.

"Hermione!" Fred exclaimed, torn between amusement and anger, as he pulled me off or Malfoy.

But I wasn't done. I pulled out my wand threateningly. "Don't you EVER insult Cedric again. You can say what you want about me,but don't you dare degrade his memory. You aren't even worthy to speak his name, you foul, disgusting prat." I was seething. I was so angry I wasn't thinking straight.

"Hermione." Came Fred's calming voice. "Put your wand down. He's not worth getting expelled over." He said placing his hand on my wand arm and lowering it.

Even though my wand was down the way I was staring down at Malfoy obviously terrified him.

"What on Earth is going on here?" Came Mrs. Weasley's shocked voice.

I looked up to find our entire group staring at us. Malfoy- who was on the ground at my feet, nose bleeding, me- staring down at Malfoy, looking murderous, wand still in my hand and Fred- holding my arm down so I wouldn't curse Malfoy into oblivion.

"Nothing." Fred said coldly. "Malfoy was just leaving, weren't you?" He said directing his last words to the snake at my feet.

"Silently." I added giving Malfoy my deadliest glare.

Malfoy only nodded, holding his sleeve up to his bloody nose, he scrambled up from the ground and ran out the door faster than you could say twitchy ferret.

Everyone was staring at us completely at a lost for words.

"Malfoy." I said angrily. "He said some...horrible things. I lost my temper. I punched him."

I heard Ron snort and couldn't help but smile.

"Hermione." Mrs. Weasley started to say.

"Let it go, dear." Mr. Weasley said gently. "I'm sure whatever it was Draco said, it must have deserved what he got, am I right?" He asked Fred and I.

I nodded, too worked up to speak as Fred said, "Yeah, Dad. It was bad. He was insulting Cedric Diggory."

Mrs. Weasley gasped. "How dare he!" She cried. "What a horrible, horrible boy!" She continued as we made our way out of the shop.

"You okay, Granger?" Fred asked me quietly.

"I'm fine. Just a little upset. And I hurt my hand on that prat's face."

"Let's see it." He said holding my bruised hand up to his face. "Nothing a kiss can't cure." He proclaimed as he gave it a soft kiss, looking around to make sure no one was looking at us.

I sighed. "Thanks, Fred."

"No problem, love."

We heard a cough behind us.

I smiled. "Hello, Ginny."

She walked up so she was beside me.

"Took you two long enough." She said grinning. "The only reason I'm not mad for not being told is because you're going to tell me everything later on, right?" Ginny said, staring my down.

"Yes, ma'am." I said chuckling.

"Good." She said satisfied. "I think you guys are perfect for each other by the way. Congrats." She told us with a wink and she hurried up to talk with Tonks.

He sighed. "We're not very good at keeping this a secret, you know."

"Ginny is just observant and George is your twin, you guys practically read each others minds. And Malfoy...well I suppose that was our fault. We got a little carried away in there." I said blushing.

He grinned wickedly. "You're too desirable, Granger, I couldn't help myself."

"Honestly." I said. "You're ridiculous." I told him fondly.

"Ridiculously in love with you, maybe."

"Shh!" I hissed. "Not so loud."

He laughed. "We're in a crowded street, Granger. No one can hear you yell."

"That's space, Fred. In space, no one can hear you yell."

"It applies to crowded streets as well, didn't you hear that?"

"No I must have missed that memo."

"Well it applies to space, crowded streets and Ron's stomach. The latter being so vast thats it's constantly mistaken for outer space." He told me a-matter-a-factly.

"Is that so?" I asked amused.

"Oh yes, that is do, my dear. I tell you no lies."

I just shook my head at him and said, "It's a good thing I love you so much or else I'd just tune out your insane ramblings.

"Good thing then." He said softly.

"A very good thing." I whispered.

Unfortunately, we had to catch up with our party and separate. It's hard sometimes, Francis (you don't seem to like any of the female names I have been giving you so I'm going to try male names now, okay?), to hide how I feel about him. But it's necessary. I only hope that prick, excuse my language, Malfoy will keep his trap shut.

Anyway, Daniel, Ginny wants to talk to me now. I have to tell her everything. I can't wait to be honest. It's going to feel so good to finally tell someone about all this!

Good night and sweet dreams, buddy!