"All those emotions fanning from intense love, intense frustration, intense jealousy, confusion, all of that in my mind, all those emotions are red."

Ever get that feeling of boredom? Nothing to do, but stay in your house and mope? Yea that's what I'm doing. I can't even try to focus on this book I'm reading. Why? Well Fred is with Angelina, and it's driving me nuts! And it doesn't help that my flat is completely quiet. Sigh.

This silence is killing me. And I have no one around. George is busy with the shop. Ginny is with Harry. Ron is with, bleh, Lavender. And Fred is with Angelina...This is exhausting. How is it that I am always alone? And I hate being alone. All this frustration and jealousy is eating me up alive.

It's like all my emotions are so built up, and I have no way of controlling them. I could curse someone with no intentions to do so. I just hate this. I feel like a stupid little school girl. The insecurities, the worries, the anxieties! The pressures of not being good enough, smart enough, and pretty enough. This all goes back to my days at Hogwarts. It's awful being the only girl who has frizzy hair, and it's even worse when that girl likes to read.

Flashback

"I heard you got a date to the Yule Ball mudblood." Malfoy sneered at me.

"Yes I do." I retorted, turning my direction towards my book.

"How's that even possible?" He scoffed. "Who'd want to date a mudblood?"

"Apparently he would!" I growled.

"Maybe it was a bet." He smirked, his smile broadening. I glared at him in response, but his face remained the same. "It makes sense, you know, no one in their right mind would ever ask you out. Not even those books would." Draco added, pointing to my stack of books.

End of Flashback

For a very long time, I truly believed that. Part of me was shocked when Viktor Krum had asked me out. Obviously I wanted Fred to ask me, but he had asked Angelina...Ugh! how do all my memories go back to them? See? I really can't control this.

"She's not a saint, and she's not what you think. She's an actress. She's better known for the things that she does on the mattress."

All I could think about was Angelina. It still pondered my mind how she knew I liked Fred. I had theories, but nothing was for sure. So on this cold, snowy, stormy day in England, I was sitting here on my couch staring at my window. Thinking about the old times..

Flashback

Fred and Angelina had just come in from the portrait door. I was looking at them with envy, narrowing my eyes, but Angelina had caught me staring so I quickly averted my eyes. I went back to focusing on my book, when Angelina took Fred to one of the couches. Secretly I was watching them again...She started giving him little kisses on his cheek and neck.

I was so ready to pounce on her. It's bad enough she's dating him but to shove it in my face? No. Just no. All I wanted to do was go over there, push her aside, and kiss Fred. But, I couldn't, Fred didn't feel the same way, and it's not like we were on speaking terms with each other.

Finally, Fred pulled away. He mumbled something into her eye and ran up to his dormitory. He saw me but quickly darted his eyes to the floor. I scoffed, drifting my eyes off to the window.

"Hermione." Angelina came over to my table and sat down next to me.

"Yes?" I asked, surprised by her appearance. We'd never talked before.

"How are you?" She asked, concerned.

"I'm fine." I said, even though I was lying.

"You don't have to fake it in front of me." She told me, grabbing my hand.

"I'm fine." I assured her.

"Fine." She replied, "But gawking at Fred and I isn't going to change anything. It won't change the fact that you're all alone."

She walked away from and then Fred came back. They both left through the portrait door, and I sat there staring at the empty door for at least five minutes.

End of Flashback

It's still funny how the past can recreate itself. It doesn't matter if I'm twenty years old, or if I have a job. I'm still that insecure, bushy-haired, bookworm from Hogwarts. And I really hate my job. I don't know if that'll ever change. Hell, It's true for even Angelina. I thought she was a nice girl, but she fooled us all. Goes to show you, that you can't judge a book by its' cover. And I highly doubt that she'll ever change.

"Braced myself for the goodbye. 'Cause that's all I've ever known. Then you took me by surprise..."

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"Oh!" I squealed, jumping off my couch. I suddenly felt a pair of steady hands grip my waist to lift me up. "Fred?"

"Hi." He responded, sitting next me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay." I replied, trying to mask my emotions.

"Hermione." He said, sweetly. "I know you better than anyone else."

"Just because you know me doesn't mean you can help me." I retorted.

"I can try if you just tell me what's bothering you!" He replied, raising his voice a slightly bit higher. "Stop bottling up your emotions."

"Fine! You wanna hear it?!" I snapped. "I hated it when you were with her. I hate that it's happening now. I hate that I'm always jealous of her. I hate that I'm insecure. And I hate that I can't stop feeling this way!" Oh no, what did I say?

I was expecting Fred to yell at me, even storm out of this room, but he didn't. He didn't even scowl at me. Something Ron would have a definitely done. Every time we had a quarrel, he would always go to his "friend's" house. Maybe ten percent of the time he actually did. However, I knew Fred was never like his brother, but at the same time he would never tolerate yelling.

"Why are you still here?" I mumbled, softly.

"You've had a hard time." He whispered, hugging me closely. "I don't wanna make it worse."

"How can you be this good to me when I was so awful to you?" I asked, in disbelief.

"I remember when I saw you at the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum. I was so envious that I wanted to take him away from you." Fred said.

"Um where are you going with this?" I questioned.

"What I'm trying to say is, is that I know what you're going through." He stated.

"What?" I proclaimed.

"I was jealous of Ron. I wanted to be with you! And I hated that he always had you." He retorted.

Oh god I don't know what to say. I can't breathe! Okay Exhale, Inhale. And Repeat. And Repeat. And Repeat for the last time.

"Then why didn't you ask me to the Yule Ball?" I questioned, curiously.

"I couldn't bring myself to ask you." He confessed. "And when I saw you in that dress, I wish I had."

"Well you didn't look too bad yourself." I giggled a bit.

"Liked what you saw Granger?" He smirked. This reminded me of the Fred I knew at Hogwarts.

"Frightfully yes." I admitted, rolling my eyes.

"Is that when you started falling in love with me?" Fred asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"No, but I did have a really big crush on you." I whispered, timidly. I felt Fred kiss the top of my head which sent shivers down my spine. "What about you?"

He sighed. "Honestly, I think I've always had feelings for you on some level. But it wasn't until my sixth year that I began to think of you in a different way."

"What? You're saying I was like your sister?" I said hastingly.

"In a weird way, yes, I was always very protective of you." Fred replied. "But, it was never like that with Ginny. Somehow my feelings changed from that to desire. And then desire to love."

"Lovely." I chuckled a bit.

"That's you though." He grinned.

"Haha right." I replied, sarcastically.

"I'm serious." Fred said, his smile disappearing from his face.

"But how? why?" I asked, shockingly.

"There are so many things that you don't see. Your courageous, brave, smart, not to mention beautiful as well. How do you not see that?" He asked, tenderly touching my cheek.

"Because to me, I'm still that bushy haired bookworm. That's not attractive. At all." I responded.

"Well it is to me." He said, as he came closer and closer to my face. Soon, I felt the warmth of his lips. Every time he kissed me, I just felt secure, safe, happy. It was like sparks were flying inside my head. And I never wanted to let this feeling go.

Hold on, if I'm here with Fred and he was suppose to be with Angelina...then where is she? So reluctantly, I pulled away.

"Where's Angelina?" I asked, abruptly, straying away from his lips while tugging his shirt with my fingers.

"She's with George, unknowingly, of course." He replied, softly stroking my hair.

"I don't get it." I muttered.

"I can't put up this charade any longer." He began to explain, "I despise what this fake relationship is doing to you."

"Bu-"

"No buts" He exclaimed. "It's been going on for three weeks now. I'm done with this."

He definitely seemed persistent about his decision. And truth be told I was relieved. But wait, what was his plan?

"Fred?" I asked, nervously. "What did you do with her?"

"Well.." He said, casting his face to my wall. "She's fine if that makes you feel any better."

"No it doesn't!" I yelled, "I have to know what you're planning."

"It's not exactly something I can blurt out now." He replied casually.

"Oh my god! George is doing something to her? Isn't he?" I gasped, as I realized what he could be doing to her.

"No, she's perfectly safe." He said contently.

"Then what?" I insisted, ragging on his shirt. "You have to tell me!"

"I...uh...-"

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George suddenly appeared in the room, looking rather pleased with himself. What is going on?

"Well Fred, it's done." He announced.

"You sure?" Fred asked, giving his twin a stern look.

"Yes." George said, smirking. "She's in the box."