Sorry I took so long! Okay from here on out this story is not going to suck. *Hopefully*

Fred.

"I thought Harry said you cancelled that," I snap, reading the letter over her shoulder.

She gasps and turns around quickly, shoving the letter into the top drawer of her desk, silently locking it. "Fred."

"So you never thought it would be a good idea to tell him we were together-"

"He knows!"

"So why don't you just tell him to bugger off?"

"Fred, I haven't answered him back yet."

"So write to him. Right now. And Percy too. Tell them you're too busy with your boyfriend to do anything with them." I summon some parchment and a quill and hand it to her.

Hermione sighs and runs a hand through her hair. "Freddie-"

"Don't Freddie me," I say quietly. Because I know that once she starts saying that…I'm hers…I won't care about anything.

"Fred. All Draco wants to do is catch up. You can come along. It's just a friendly lunch! Nothing more."

I raise an eyebrow. "So you want to go?"

She bites her lip. "You'd find Draco's changed and I'd like to know what he's been up to lately."

"He's been at Mungos. There. You know. Can you stay here now?"

"Fred what's the big deal! You can come along. You'll be there like a supervisor or whatever you'd like to call it-"

"I'd be there as your boyfriend," I say firmly. "If you were going."

"What do you mean 'if'?"

I shake my head. "Hermione are you serious? You're not going with Malfoy to lunch! It's obvious he fancies you! Who wouldn't fancy you?"

"It's just Draco! Calm down."

"That's why it's so bad! Didn't he have a reputation in school?"

"He's changed."

"How would you know?" I ask suspiciously.

She sighs. "Well for one he's talking to me. But how am I supposed to really know if you don't let me go?"

"Hermione-"

"What's the big deal anyway?"

"Hermione-" I start again.

"You don't run my life Fred Weasley!"

"Hermione listen!" I yell. She seems startled and stumbles backwards a bit. I sit on her bed and put my face in my hands. "Sorry," I mutter.

She forgives me and sits next to me. "Fred, don't be mad. It's one lunch. You're coming with me because I wouldn't have it any other way. Don't be upset."

"I'm not mad at you. I have no reason to be-"

She snorts. "At least you have common sense."

"'Mione."

"Right sorry. Continue."

"I'm not mad at you. I just-I'm just-I'm scared of losing you."

"Why would you lose me?"

"Hermione…Malfoy's supposedly this suave, smooth guy that can get any girl in bed with him. I know you're not most girls but-"

"So you think I'd cheat on you?"

"No, that's not it-"

"Then what is? Fred you just said I'm not most girls! Obviously I'm not going to do anything to you-"

"I'm just saying that there's always the possibility-"

"Fred!"

"'Mione look-"

"You really think I would do that to you!"

"Hermione…" She shakes her head and grabbing her wand, leaves the room. "Where are you going?" I ask quietly.

"I'm going to The Burrow...do not follow me." She adds when I start to stand up. I sink back on her bed and get comfortable. I'm not leaving this room until she comes back.

I hear the floo and sigh. I realized mid-argument that I was overreacting and it's not as though I could tell her I love her. We got together fast enough and have only been together a little while. She'd probably go mental if I told her.

I don't want her to be upset with me. I know she wouldn't cheat on me or break up with me unfairly but I feel as though a day with Malfoy could change her views of me. He's richer, smoother, and more professional. He may be smarter than me as well. Merlin knows she'd enjoy a guy smarter than her. But then again maybe not? She's so stubborn she may fancy someone she could prove wrong every now and then.

"Fred?" I look up to see George sitting on the edge of 'Mione's bed. "I ran into Hermione on my way in…she didn't have anything nice to say Freddie. What'd you do to her?"

"I don't know." I said lamely.

"Fred. The words she said to me..." He shudders. "What did you do to her?"

"What'd she say?" I ask. I don't want to let on more than he knows. I'm already mad at myself. I don't need my twin on my case as well.

He narrows his eyes but tells me anyway. "She called you a prat, said you need to mature, and went on about how she needs to be trusted as she's not very good with this dating stuff and oh Freddie you didn't." I look up at him with my 'sad eyes.' "Fred. You seriously think she would hurt you? It's Hermione. As in Harry's sister, Hermione."

I smile slightly as he says that. After the war Ron told us that Harry was going into a small depression, having lost almost everyone that means something in his life. Hermione brought Harry around to her parents' house every so often just to get him out of his house. Her parents saw that all he really wanted was a real family and legal adopted him. This was when I really started to see Hermione. She's such a great friend, and just person in general.

"I understand that but it's Malfoy dude-"

George scoffs. "He's changed. Every time I go to Mungos, it's Malfoy that helps me. Every time your stupid potions and new pranks put me in Mugos, it's Malfoy. Wasn't he the one that helped you? Give him a chance."

"I know he's changed. Just the pure fact that he's talking to 'Mione."

"But you don't understand. When his views changed, so did his Casanova ways."

"He was flirting with her with me in the room George!"

"He was probably just being friendly."

"George-"

"Bloody hell, the dude's married."

"He's a manipulative what?"

George grins and pushes me off the bed so he could get comfortable. "The bloke married Astoria Greengrass as soon as his hearing was over. I thought everyone knew that."

"Blimey!"

"He's got a son and everything."

"He honestly just wants to get to know Hermone?"

George smiles and nods.

"Bloody hell. I started that argument with her…for no reason."

"Oh so he does get it!" George smirks. "When are they getting together?" I give him a look and he winces. "You know what I mean."

"Tomorrow."

"So she's not coming to dinner at The Burrow."

"They're going to lunch. She'll be there for dinner."

"Good." George got that look on his face the way he does when he's got something mischievous going on in his head. "I've got a plan."

Sorry this is so short, but I thought I should get at least something up for you guys. Review?

Give me some ideas about the lunch,

the dinner,

drama,

how to drag this on,

how long you want this to be and

how Frd's going to apologize.