A/N: Hey guys! Finally, I've taken all my tests that were major for now so I should be getting back on track now! The idea credit for this chapter and possibly the next one or two if I don't squeeze it all in this one goes to a guest reviewer! It was really good and cured my blocks for a while! I think I was writing too many stories at once and it was jumbling up my brain! Anyway, Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I would never be able to come up with something as brilliant as Harry Potter in a single train ride like J.K. Rowling did. Therefore, it doesn't, nor will it ever belong to me.

Hermione POV: Since Easter, everything had been hectic. George's N.E.W.T.S. are coming up so he's actually been in the library. Studying. I never thought I'd be able to break through to him on that level. Even Fred and Lee were praising me on my success. And the best part was, he'd gone on his own without any redirection from me. I think he just wanted me to be proud of him, which I was. But I missed him. He and I had to spend more and more time apart. I only saw him at meals and maybe for an hour in the common room each afternoon. He had even attempted to drag Fred into one of these cram sessions that never seemed to end. Fred had just laughed at him and smacked him upside the head asking him if he'd lost his marbles.

Ron was actually acting so civilized it was scary. Almost… too formal. He was speaking to me as though nothing had happened, trying to laugh with me and everything! Whenever I asked him about his sudden change in mood, he just brushed it off and changed the subject. I refused to laugh with him and only spoke to him when he asked me a direct question. He thought that after months of being an insufferable git I would just suddenly forget about it and speak to him. Psh, fat chance. And it was quite suspicious that he had changed his mind all of a sudden. He still didn't even glance at George whenever they saw each other. That didn't help his case much.

On a lighter note, George should be done at the library for today. Maybe he would want to go for a walk. I turned in the direction of the library to go and find him. When I began to near the library, I heard screaming and I heard shouts of "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" I wondered vaguely if one of the Slytherins had mixed it up with our lot again. When I rounded the corner the crowd was gathered around the two fighters. In between two holes in the crowd I could make out two people with tufts of red hair going with them as they swung their punches. "Oh Godric," I thought. "This cannot be good."

By the time I got to the front of the crowd I saw that the two were exactly who I expected the most and the least at the same time. George and Ron were rolling on the ground hitting one another and grunting. I could just make out what they were saying to each other in between each hit.

"You (punch in the stomach) selfish (punch in the arm) git! How could you take her from me?! She was mine!" Ron spat.

I watched in horror as George lifted Ron off of him and hit him square in the jaw. "You idiot! She was never yours to take at all! She's a person not a prize to be won! She can make her own decisions and she could've chosen you but he didn't! You're my brother, you're supposed to be happy for me no matter what my decision may be!"

Ron gave him a loathing look and then moved in to punch him again. But this time I stepped in between them, shielding them both of further harm. "Stop it! Stop it both of you!" I cried. As soon as they calmed down I spoke again. "You two are supposed to be brothers! You're supposed to love and support each other even if you like to make fun of the other. And I could not be more disappointed in either one of you at the moment. You let me of all people come in between you! I expect more… from the both of you," my eyes turned to George specifically in that moment. He hung his head in shame.

"And until this silliness is put aside and we all act civil to one another once again… I will not be speaking to either one of you."

Ron looked as though he knew he deserved his side of the deal. Whether he was sincere or not, I was uncertain. George on the other hand had his mouth hanging open. When he regained composure he was finally able to sputter out, "B-b-But, Hermione…" he trailed off in a broken whisper that shattered my heart. My instinct was to go to his side and comfort him. But as badly as I wished I could, he needed to learn his lesson.

I turned to walk away (the large crowd had dispersed in the middle of our argument, probably not wanting to witness me when I blew my top. Who could blame them anyway? I was scary when I was angry). George grabbed my hand and spun me around to face him. There were tears in his eyes. "Please tell me you're not breaking up with me! I don't think I'll be able to bear it if we have to go through that again… please." He begged, looking ready to fall on his knees.

I almost had to force the words to come out of my mouth. "I just don't know, George. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone… but until you and Ron work this out… we need a break. I'm so sorry."

And with that I ran off, not wanting to give in to the urge to turn and go back to him. I needed to do what was right by him and the rest of his family. Even if it was going to destroy every shred of sanity that I held.

A/N: Poor Hermione and George! They can't seem to catch a break! And Ron always ends up screwing things up for them! He will be darker and scarier in the next chapter (s) which should be up by Thursday (Along with the Dramione fic which will be called The Forbidden Tale of Slytherin and Gryffindor) review and I'll try and update sooner than that! Love you guys!

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