Good grief, how thick could I have been? It was no wonder Alex was so angry at me. She had every right to be. Although I still didn't understand why she hadn't said anything to me since then. Not that I could blame her for holding a grudge, since I had completely jumped to conclusions.

But why hadn't Fred tried to talk to me about it? I had previously presumed he must have been feeling guilty about having stolen Alex away from me, but if he hadn't had a crush on her after all…?

'Maybe he is guilty,' suggested a small voice, somewhere far inside my mind. I frowned. It was possible that I was, again, jumping to conclusions. After all, I reminded myself, Alex hadn't exactly denied my accusation about her and Fred. Bloody hell, I thought. This was beginning to get much too complicated. At least I knew now that there was at least a smidgen of a chance that Alex may possibly feel about me, the way I felt about her. Which was almost impossible, I had to admit, considering the fact that she had been ignoring me for about a month.

I looked at my little brother, suddenly realising I was in his debt.

"What would I do without you, Ron?" I asked him, gratefully.

Ron looked surprised and then just smiled and shrugged bashfully. "I dunno," he mumbled.

A sudden thought came to me, making me suspicious. "Did Fred or Alex put you up to this?" I demanded.

Ron's ears turned a slightly fiercer shade of pink as he answered, "No."

I looked at him through narrowed eyes. Then I laughed, realising. "Hermione?" I asked, grinning at him.

"Maybe," was his reply, as he diverted his eyes from mine.

God, those two were in love with each other, I thought, but didn't actually say anything. Then I had an epiphany. Well, not quite, as I still wasn't sure what that word meant entirely. However I had just realised something that made me feel slightly ashamed. All those years that Fred and I had made fun of Ron and Hermione's little fights I had never realised what it was like for the two of them to not talk to each other. And I also now really felt sorry for Harry who was always left to act as the mediator between them was exactly how Fred, Alex and I were behaving. I had always thought that Ron acted rather pathetically but now I knew how hard it must be for him. For all three of them really. I mean, Fred and I had never had a fight that had lasted this long before. It was like hell, not having my twin brother by my side all of the time. And I was suddenly sure that Fred must be feeling the same way. He was my twin, after all.

I got up to go and look for Fred but Ron stopped me.

"Oi," he said. "I haven't finished talking with you yet."

I just stared at him. "No, I'm pretty sure you have."

Ron grabbed my left elbow and unceremoniously dragged me back down to sit next to him. "Not yet. There's,uh, there are a couple more things I wanted to tell you."

"You mean there are a couple more things that Hermione wanted you to tell me?" I said with a smirk.

Ron looked ever so slightly uncomfortable. "She said to tell you that you should talk to Alex first because, according to Hermione, girls hate being the last to know about things."

"The last to know about things," I repeated. "Even the last to know when it only concerns two people who I need to talk to?"

He shrugged. "Apparently."

I thought this over for a bit and the sighed. "Right," I said. "I suppose I'll go find Alex now, and Fred later."

Ron smiled at me wryly. "Good luck?" he guessed.

'Thanks, I'll probably need it." I answered, knowing how Alex usually reacted to things. The way she had looked at me last time I had seen her would have scared You Know Who. I cringed, remembering. It wasn't fair for someone that beautiful to be able to give poor, unsuspecting citizens like myself a look that deadly.

And so I got up and walked down the corridor to meet, what could easily turn out to be, my deathbed.