Hey everyone! I finally have a chapter ready on time! I liked writing this chapter, it means I'm moving towards a few awesome plot points that I have planned.

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Disclaimer: I had been watching her under the invisibility cloak for a few days and I thought I had the perfect blackmail material to get the rights out of JKR. But somehow she spotted me and I was chucked out. I think it might have been when I took the paperwork for the rights from right under her nose. that was a stupid move on my part. Anyway, this all ended up with me not getting the rights, AND she took my invisibility cloak. :( I OWN NOTHING!


The two apperated to Diagon Alley and were soon on their way to Allie's Allergies. As they passed Fred's shop a few young girls that must of not been any older than 3rd year at Hogwarts giggled and started batting their eyelashes. Fred noticed this and chuckled, thinking that they looked stupid. How on earth would someone be attracted to someone that was blinking that fast?

Meanwhile Hermione was having thoughts she really did not want to be having. Thoughts about a certain ginger prankster. George! Of course Hermione was once again thinking about Fred. Why was he being so nice to her? Why did he want to hang out with her if he could have any witch in the world he wanted?

"Because you're amazing Mione. I would not want to be around anyone else more than you. Well, maybe except for George..."

"Huh?" Hermione said, Fred wasn't making any sense.

"You asked why I would want to hang out with you." He replied also confused.

Hermione blushed as they entered Allie's shop and sat down in the waiting room.

"i said that out loud?" She mumbled to herself, biting her bottom lip. She had not meant to say that out loud.

"Hey," Fred said, pulling her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes, "what have I told you? You are an amazing stunning witch who not only has the looks but has the brain to go with it. Why would I not want to be around you?"

Fred felt the tips of his ears going red as he spoke, looking deep into those eyes of a deep chocolate brown. He couldn't look away from her. She was captivating in every way possible. Hermione broke the eye contact after what seemed like an eternity and looked down, still chewing her bottom lip but not pulling away from his hand, and mumbled something about pretty girls, bushy hair and geeky nerds.

"Mione, look at me. You are not one of those pretty girls. 'Those pretty girls' are nothing more than an empty shell. They have no depth. You are so much better than them. Your hair is a part of you, it suits you and I love it, so don't you put it down. Besides it's nowhere near as bushy as it was in your first year, but even then it made you, you. And you like to read books, so what? Where do you think George and I got half of our ideas from? We may have said otherwise but we frequented the pranking section of the library quite often. So don't you dare put yourself down because you like to learn. It is much better to be knowledgeable than to be ignorant and stupid."

Fred took a deep breath after his monologue, fighting the urge to kiss Hermione right there and then. He knew that she wasn't over his git of a brother yet and kissing her would just add to her confusion.

Little did he know that Hermione was thinking about kissing him as well. He was close enough that she would hardly have to move to close the gap between them. She started to lean forwards when the witch at the front desk called out, "Miss Granger, room 2 please."

Hermione sighed; she had been so close to kissing him. She could hardly deny the fact that she liked him now. As much as she felt that it was too soon after Ron, these new feelings that had emerged for Fred were overwhelming. He was just so sweet all of the time, ron had never acted like that. Whenever Hermione would try he would complain that she was 'getting too touchy-feely'.

Hermione stood up.

"You coming?" She asked Fred.

"Sure, if you want me to." Fred said cautiously, not knowing if she wanted him in there with her.

"Come on then" she said and they made their way out to room 2 and knocked on the door.

"Come in" a voice said from inside that Hermione could recognise but she couldn't quite place a finger on it. They entered the room. It was quite a small room furnished with only a desk and a couple of chairs. Hermione's eyes were quickly led to the person sat behind the desk. She knew him immediately.

"Malfoy?" She gasped incredulously.

"Granger? What are you doing here?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing."

"Well, I do work here."

"I thought you wanted to go into the ministry?"

"No, my father wanted me to do go there. I always wanted to be a healer. But St Mungo's won't take me yet because people would freak out. It's too soon after the war. So I came here."

"Oh, well I'm here to get an allergy test."

"I assumed as much, sit down."

They did as he asked and watched as Malfoy did a spell with what looked like an incredibly complicated wand movement. A piece of blank parchment on the desk glowed briefly with a pale blue light.

"Now all we need is a drop of your blood on the parchment. If you wouldn't mind?" He said handing Hermione a rather sharp looking knife and the parchment. Hermione cut the end of her finger with it and watched as a single drop of blood fell, splattering on the parchment before being absorbed. It flashed red before words started appearing. She handed it back to Malfoy, frustrated that she had no idea what anything that was on it meant. Malfoy studied the parchment for a couple of seconds before speaking.

"Granger, you are most definitely very allergic to something, hence the red glow. I can discern from this that you are severely allergic to Fennel, saffron and tiger prawns and have been for a total of 5 or 6 months. Granger, if you ate any of these it could kill you." Malfoy said his voice grave.

Hermione and Fred gasped together in shock. All of those were ingredients in bouillabaisse.

"Judging by your expression I guess that you ate them recently."

"We just came from St Mungo's. They gave me an eppi-pen."

Malfoy nodded. "I hate to say it, but yes, the muggles are ahead of us in allergy medicine and so an eppi-pen is your best option."

"Well, thank you Malfoy. I guess I'll see you around." Hermione said standing up.

"Goodbye Granger, Weasel."

Fred and Hermione left the room and Fred spoke for the first time since the session had started.

"Mione," he said, his voice full of grief "I could have killed you."

Fred sounded broken. A moment passed and Hermione looked up at him as a single tear slid down his face and splashed onto the floor.

"Fred." Hermione said pulling him into a tight hug, "Fred, I'm fine. I have my eppi-pen and I'm fine. I'm right here. You didn't kill me and we didn't know."

They were interrupted by a witch sticking her head around the corner.

"Miss Granger, this just arrived by owl." She said holding out a letter with the ministry's seal on it. Hermione let go of Fred, took the letter and scanned through its contents.

"What does it say?" Fred asked, trying to shift the mood.

"I've just been fired."


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