He was all I could think about after that moment, I mean I wanted to see him, to get his scent all around me, wrap it around me and never let it go. All I wanted to do was drag onto him and never let go, every time that I would think about him though, the memories would come flooding back.

" She means nothing to me. Filthy Mudblood."

" Nothing to me. Mudblood."

" Filthy Mudblood."

" Mudblood."

It just kept playing over and over in my head like a bad movie that you can't get away from! I wanted to just jump out of a window, but I knew better then that. Fred and George walked me, my parents, and James to our car and made sure that no one else would offend us like Draco and his father had. The whole time Fred had his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulder, bringing me into his body, James playing with his tie and even putting it in his mouth, but nothing really seemed to effect Fred. He just smiled and allowed James to wrap him gums all around it. I placed James into his car seat, turning back to say goodbye to the both of them, George smiled and waved but Fred looked off in a way.

He moved in very close to my body, making it so that we were only an inch apart, he seemed so different from what he normally was. He was really stiff and was not confident like his normal s elf, instead he was playing around with his orange hair and looking at the ground and then back up at me before repeating this all over again. Every time we would make eye contact he would smile, laugh a little and then break away from my eyes. It was funny in a way that he was trying so hard to get the word out, whatever those words may be, but they just would not come to him. I had never seen Fred Weasly act so. . . almost frightened in a way, before in my life! It was almost scary for me to see, I wanted him to move, to do something, but my parents were calling me into the car. I guess that we had some big plans or something for the night. He pulled me into his body, leaving no space between us and kissed only my cheek so lightly. After he moved away and was blushing so badly that I believed his cheeks were going to brush because of how much blood was going through them. . . not that mine were any better.

" You should probably go. . ." He said, holding onto the car door.

" You as well." I smiled as I got into the car " See you in a few days though, I'm going to come over almost right after Christmas lunch gets over at my house!" I finished with, smiling up at him as he closed the car door, taking a few steps back and waving as we took off.

" Well he seems like a nice guy. Which one was that?" My father said, driving the car.

" He is and that is Fred." I smiled, giving James my finger to suck on.

" Hmm." My dad said.

" Well is there anything between the both of you? Do you think that there ever will be anything there? What is he like? Is that the one that you have known since your first year there? Didn't you have the biggest crush on him your second year. . . or what is your first year. Which ever one it was. . is that the Weasly that you had the crush on. He seems a little too old to be the one that you had that crush on. . . besides I swear that he was not the one that had a twin. . . but I mean what do I really know? I mean I barley see you anymore! You are always at that school! I would be going just crazy if you hadn't brought little James there into my world! Believe me there." My mother drowned on and on. It seemed like she did not even need me in the car to have a conversation with me!

" Mom I do not know if there is anything between us. I mean I doubt it but still. No he is not the one that I had the crush on that was Ron-" I was cut off.

" Oh thats right! Had a little pig face and was a little boy. He was the one that just liked to eat and eat and eat! Now I remember." She smiled.

" So do we have to worry about that Malfoy boy anymore. You seemed to be able to handle yourself back there, though I wish that he would have never said something like that to you!" My father said.

" No worries at all Daddy." I said, lying through my teeth. " We called off the engagement if you could not tell." I sighed.

The rest of the ride was full of more and more questions that I really did not want to answer, nor should they ever have been asked! What was school like? How are your grade? They are above average correct? You are trying your hardest while you are there aren't you? Is there anyone that you really like from school? Why did the two of you break up? Who's fault was it? Why would he do something like that to you? Do you want me to kill him? Do you think that they would kick him out for saying something like that? Detention for a month, that is so not enough for the things that he has done, don't you think so? Have you been thinking about James a lot? Do you think that he will pay for child support? Do you think we should ask for something like that? How much money do his parents make a year? Soon enough I just shut right up and put all of my focus on James, who was falling asleep, my finger in his mouth and every now and then he would look up at me and babble a little.

We got to my house and everything looked the same besides all of the new baby pictures that were all around the house and a few baby toys thrown all around the place. I smiled and knew that I was at home for the time being, my parents knew that I would be spending very little time here, but I wanted them to still know that I cared. James was asleep in my arms, so I took him to his room and placed him into his crib. He did not move, but I felt like I needed to stay right there with him, make sure that he was still breathing every now and then. I sat myself down next to his little crib and just listened to everything that was going on around me. Cars were moving all around outside, there was an owl and was already sending someone a letter- or if it was just a normal owl it was just flying all around. Every now and then James would move and I would not be able to help but to freak out, but everything seemed pretty normal besides that.

I had dinner with my parents, in which was even more filled with random questions about school and all of the other things that I did not to have on my mind right now. Throughout the whole dinner though there was one thing on my mind. Fred. What he had done, why he had done it. I mean he had only kissed me on the cheek, but it was more then that. It was an opening to what was to come, almost like he was preparing me for what he really had planned. Maybe this was all a beg that George and Fred had made with one another, maybe this whole thing as all just a horrible joke that they were playing on me. . . but somehow I knew that that wasn't what Fred had in mind either. Mostly because of how sweet the kiss was. It was only for a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime looking back. The way that he smiled, the way that our bodies fit so perfectly into each others. It just made me was to laugh like a little girl and go running to him like he was something that I could own. All of these emotions that I was feeling, the way that I was going over every little detail in my head, all of it made me feel at way that I had never felt before! It was a whole new thing that I could not explain.

I made my way back into my room and started to just flip through all of my old things until I came to something that made me smile. It was the picture on my little night stand, it was the picture of the three of us. Ron, Harry and myself. We were first years still and we looked it too, we were all just so happy and it was our last day of school as well. We were all getting ready to get onto the train when we were stopped by who else but Hagrid and he took the picture of us. We all got copies of the picture, mines on my bed stand, Harry's is in one of his little photo albums, th only magical one that he owns, and Ron lost his almost the first that that he was given it. None of us dared to get him another because we did not want to know what would happen to it if we left it with him again!

I loved this picture because although it showed that we still had drama, even with how young we were, we were still happy. If someone took a picture of us today, we would look happy, but on the inside there would be something completely different for people to see of us. With Harry they would see on the outside someone how was brave and strong, someone who would never back down from anything and would do anything for anyone. But on the inside they would see someone who is madly in love, someone who was scared of what could happen in the near future and someone who just did not know what to do anymore. When they would see Ron they would see a good friend, someone who is always there and someone who they can crack a joke with. On his inside you would see someone who is afraid and can be counted on, but at the same time not. He was someone that for some things you could count on, and all in all he was jealous of something. . . I did not know what that was so to speak. For me I know that you would see a smart girl, someone who knows her place in the world and someone who just knows when it's time to back down from something. But really I am just a heartbroken girl that will do anything to get him back, I am not sure who I am or who I should be. I am confused and have no clue how to solve any of my problems. That was when the doorbell rung.

" We have guests!" My father said and I moved downstairs to see a herd of redheads entering the house.

" Umm. . . Hi guys. What are you all doing here?" I asked from the middle of the stairs. Mrs. Weasly smiled, holding something wrapped in tinfoil.

" Well Fred had this wonderful idea to bring you all some food and have a little of a Pre-Christmas, dinner with all of you because we would be taken her away after Christmas. We just wanted to bring some things over and just say hello." She said.

" Yes and dad wanted to explore and know more about what you all do with dishwashers and this and that. You can not forget to say that part of it Mom." Ginny said as she rushed up the stairs and hugged me.

" Well welcome, all of you, please come inside and have a seat wherever you can find room!" My mother said. " I will go and get desert back out!" She smiled.

" Oh no! Have you all eaten already?" Mrs. Weasly asked.
" Don't worry about it! There's always more room for eating." I smiled, gripping onto Ginny tighter as I caught the eye of Fred, who looked down and his face instantly became flushed.

Everyone settled in the living room area as we started to pass around all different kinds of treats that the Weasly had brought over. Ron smiled, looking all around the fire place at all of the different pictures of my as a little kid and looked from me to them. Fred would not take his eyes off of me- unless I caught him looking, then he would look away and act all awkward about it all over again. George was having small talk with Fred smile my parents and the Weasly's talked in the kitchen about all different types of things- my mom was fully happy to allow Mr. Weasly to load the dishwasher and to do all of the simple things that we took for granted. I could tell already that Mrs. Weasly wanted one badly, knowing that it would be great to have one in a house with how many children she has. Ginny was on my side playing twenty questions with me as we all looked around my house. She wanted to see James and I knew that she did, but he really needed his sleep right now more then ever- with the big day coming up.

" No way! This can't be you!" Ron said, bringing over a picture of me when I was only about three.

I was just a little thing back then and I looked even more like it back then. My hair was so curly that it looked like frizz had just taken it away from my body, I was so freckly that it just looked like my whole face was a bunch of brown dots that I could not explain for my life. I was sitting next to Micky Mouse, it had been my first time at Disney and I wanted to take a picture with every person there. I almost did take a picture with everyone come to think about it. . . There all in a little photo album tucked away in one of the back rooms someplace. . . I would really have to dig that one out and re-look that it again. I was smiling so wide in my little red and white dress and everything looked perfect. . . later that day I had thrown up all over that dress and Mom just threw it away because it was so destroyed. I think I cried that whole night because it was my favorite dress that I had at that time.

" Yeah, that is me." I said, looking down a little.

" Aw you were so cute Hermione!" Ginny chirped in.
" Thanks." I smiled.

" But what happened?" George joked around.
" She got cuter." Fred blushed. That's when James started to cry. Ginny got up but I told her that once I knew what was wrong and fixed it that I would be down.

All he really wanted was a little attention, when I entered the little blue room he became quite instantly. At first I thought that there had been something wrong with him and freaked out, but he cooed right into my arms and just looked up at me with his big blue eyes. God he looked too much like his father for his own good. I gave a very heavy sigh and moved all around the room with him, trying to calm him back into his sleep, but nothing seemed to work. He would just give me a faint smile and babble at me. All I could do was smile back at him and talk to him, which would bring him into a little bit of silence. From behind me I could hear someone laugh a little as he entered the room.

" You are really an amazing mother, you do know that right Hermione." He smiled as he moved into the room fully.

" Thank you." Was all I said back to him.

" Listen about today at the train station-"

" Don't worry about it, really." I said as I started to move out of the room. " Besides, we really should not talk about it right now. Your sister really wants to hold James and I think she will kill me if I do not bring him down to her as soon as I possibly can." He stopped me, slowly taken James out of my arms and taking him outside for a moment. When he came back his arms were empty and I could hear Ginny babbling back to James as they moved down the stairs together.

" So what do you need to talk about. . . I mean I thought that it was just a kiss on the cheek today." He looked down at his shoes and then straight into my eyes, as if starring into something much deeper.

" That's not what I meant by it, trust me when I say that." He smiled as he moved in a little closer to me. I moved away but my back hit the wall, his arms went around my body. I did not fight it.

" Then what did you really mean by it. . . it was a prank wasn't it?" I smiled but he moved his head closer to mine.

" No. . . not that either. I am sorry that I did it there I was planning it all out in my head and I was going to do all of this on Christmas, when you came over to the house and we would be more in private then we were back there. I am sorry for that, but I just needed to get it all out there. I really, really like you Hermione. You deserve to know that, also I will never hurt you like he did. Ever." He was only inches away from me now, I could feel him pulling back with all of his will. " I would never do anything to hurt you. I would always make sure that you are happy before me." He whispered into my ear.

The next thing I knew our lips were at each others and for once I did not care about what was going on. It seemed like the world stopped and we were the only people that were still okay. His lips on mine were so amazing, I wanted to scream and pull him closer to me, instead I wrapped my arms around his waist and gripped it tightly. His arms were around my shoulders, one around my head, lightly pull on the strands of hair. None of this was in a sexual way, it was in a much more caring way. . . possibly even loving way. Neither of us pulling away.