A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I've been so busy with quarter finals. I don't own Harry Potter. I'm just a geek that is waiting (very impatiently, I might add) for the fifth book and the second movie. OH! Also, I scored 5 tix to "CoS" for opening day. I'm so excited.

:*: 10 – They Need to Talk :*:

I was in shock. I just couldn't talk or move. This wasn't right. This wasn't happening.

"Ginny!" I finally yelled. "What the hell did you do?"

"What?" she replied, indignant.

"Hermione. She's… well… not Hermione!" That made no sense, I know.

It couldn't be Hermione. This fake Hermione sitting on the bed in front of me was not my Hermione.

This "Hermione" had sleek, shiny brown hair and super tight and figure noticeable robes on. She also was wearing make-up which just didn't look good. Not to be rude, but she reminded me strongly of a hooker.

"What did you do to her?" I asked again.

Harry and Ron came up, following my yelling I'm sure.

"Whoa," Harry said.

"Hermione… wow," was Ron's intelligent contribution.

"You don't like it?" Hermione said angrily. "Fine!"

And she left.

"Now look at what you've done," Ginny cried.

"What I did? What did you do!?" I said angrily. "You ruined her. She was absolutely perfect and then you made her out to be like… like… Parvati and Lavender!"

Ron and Harry snickered with laughter. Ginny looked positively murderous.

"Well," she said, voice quiet in anger. "Maybe you should tell her that. Did you know she's been fretting about you coming here since you sent her back the letter, huh? That she's been worrying that she's not pretty enough to have you as boyfriend? She wanted to make sure you got the kind of girl she thinks you deserve!"

"Hermione doesn't think she deserves me as a boyfriend? Hell, I don't think I deserve her. She's beautiful, smart, and funny… I could go on. Didn't you try to talk her out of it?"

Ginny looked as if she was going to say something, but decided against it.

"Library," Ron said.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.

"I bet my Quidditch broom Hermione is in the library," he said.

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I burst through the library doors, to the chagrin of Pince, who glared daggers at me, and walked quickly through the stacks trying to find her. I finally did, in the one place I would've thought she'd never be: The Divination section.

"Hey there," I said.

"What?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"Are you crying?" I asked, honestly shocked. "Why?"
Hermione didn't say anything; just kept her back towards me.

"Hermione, come on. I didn't mean what I said back there. I was just caught off guard."
"By what?" she snapped.

"Well… you," I said, knowing that was a very stupid thing to say.

"Why?" she said, finally turning to me. Her Muggle make-up had run with her tears and she had streak down her cheeks.

"Because…" I said. I didn't know what else to add. I didn't want to make her feel worse, so I opted for another route. "Why did you do… this… to yourself?"

Hermione blushed and looked away.

"C'mon, Hermione," I said, walking over to her and putting my arm around her. "No matter what the answer is, I'm not going to care."

Hermione inhaled deeply.

"I wanted to make sure that you had a good girlfriend," she said. I was about to say something, but she cut me off. "The girls I've seen you go for have always been supermodel types like Alicia or that Ravenclaw girl. I wanted to make sure that when you saw me, you saw the kind of girl you've always wanted."

I looked her straight into her eyes and said, completely serious, "The kind of girl I've always wanted was a sweet, beautiful, intelligent, confident girl. One exactly like you, Hermione Granger."

Hermione smiled big and hugged me. "Oh, thank you, Fred!" she said.

I kissed he forehead and said, "Can we go and get that gunk off your face? I miss my Hermione."

"I'll always be your Hermione."

Whoa!!! Back up! what was that????? "I'll always be your Hermione?" What the hell? What did that mean? Those are some big, romantic, future-involving words.

We walked out of the library, me still a little catatonic from Hermione's words when I said, in true Fred "I can't ask things in a nice way" Weasley fashion:

"Are you my girlfriend?"

Hermione looked at me. Her make-up on her cheeks was still there and if it hadn't been such a serious question, I might have laughed.

"Uh… well…" Hermione answered, obviously flustered.

"It's not a big deal," I said hastily, "I was just wondering what I could call you. I mean, I know your name is Hermione and all, but when I tell people about you, what should I say you are?"

"You talk about me with people?" she said suspiciously.

"Yeah!" I responded. "People always ask where the perfect girl is and I always say with me."

"Well," she said, mock seriousness in her voice, "in that case, I think it should only be proper that you call me your girlfriend."

"Really?" I said happily. Actually, happy doesn't even cover it. Ecstatic doesn't even come close. Think of every word that means happy and mush them into one SUPER happy word, then you get a fraction of what I was feeling.

At this point I should mention that I kissed her because… hell! Why wouldn't I kiss my girlfriend?  Hermione's my girlfriend.

"I see you two made up," Ginny said, startling us. She was standing outside the portrait.

"Hey, Ginny," I said, still in past-Hermione kissage euphoria, "this is my new girlfriend Hermione."

Ginny got this look of happiness on her face and rushed up to hug us both.

"you guys!" she cried. "That's so great!"

"What's so great?" I heard Ron say. He and Harry just walked out of the Common room.

"Hermione and Fred are dating!" Ginny replied.

"Ginny, we already knew that," Ron pointed out.

Ginny's eyes narrowed and she said, "No! They're officially boyfriend and girlfriend now!"

Harry nodded, Ron smiled. I could tell they didn't really care and probably thought we already were, as Ginny put it: "Official."

"How long are you staying here?" Ron asked, the five if us heading out to the lake.

I looked at my watch.

"I have to be back to pack in about an hour," I said, not thinking much of it.

"Pack?" asked Hermione. "Where are you going?"

"Home," I said wistfully.

"Wait… what?" Ginny said, confused. "Did I miss something?"

"Oh," I said stupidly, realizing they didn't know about my new place. "George and I got a place."

Simultaneously, Ron's, Harry's, Hermione's and Ginny's eyes widened and mouths opened in identical "O"s.

"You're moving?" Ron screamed. "You and George?"
"When?" Ginny asked, her eyes glistening.

"Well, we purchased the place yesterday, and we're moving in today," I said. "The land lady said that they had been awaiting a new tenant for our place, so the sooner we moved in, the better. And we're starting packing tonight, hopefully we'll be totally packed and ready to go by the end of the weekend. Moved in by the next."

Ron and Ginny were looking very upset.

"I can't believe you two are leaving!" Ginny wailed. Harry put his arm around her. I was then struck with the unconscious Brother thought to kick his ass for touching my sister…

"Why?" Ron asked angrily.

"Because I'm almost nineteen. I've graduated school, have got my own job… I'm growing up."

"But does growing up mean you have to leave?" Ginny said, tears streaking her face.

I went over and hugged my sister saying, not caring how corny I sounded, "I'll never be truly gone."

Ginny sniffed loudly.

"I'm serious," I said. "We have an Apparition point in the place and we're connected to the Floo Network. And you can owl us… Plus, it's in Hogsmeade, so you can visit on your weekend trips," I added.

"Really?" Hermione said.

"Really," I responded before kissing her forehead. She smiled.

Ron was still glaring at me.

"Ron? Are you going to be okay?" I asked.

"I can't believe you're just… just leaving!" he yelled, causing some passerby to stare.

"I'm not just leaving," I said shortly. "You didn't think I'd live at home forever, did you? Am I that pathetic?"

"Well…" Ron said, smirking, "Yeah."

I laughed.

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I spent the rest of my day adventure to Hogwart's with Hermione, just walking and talking about nothing particularly important until she asked the very question I myself had been pondering.

"Fred," she said a little shyly, "Do you ever think about… uh… our age difference?"

"Huh?" was my response. Hey, I said I had been thinking about it, not that I was ready to talk about it.

"Well," she explained, obviously trying to phrase it in a good way, "We're two years apart. You've graduated and begun to live your own life whereas I'm still here in school. Isn't that odd?"

"Nothing," I said, thinking of an awfully suave answer, in my opinion, "That has to do with you is wrong."

She smiled at me and we kissed… a lot.

"Are you sure you have to go?" she whined when I mounted my broom, intending to head home (Burrow home, not Hogsmeade home).

"Yeah," I said. "Mum wants us home tonight for a family dinner. Though how we can have a family dinner without Bill, Charlie, Percy, Ron or Ginny is beyond me. Plus, you and Harry aren't there and you two are practically family."

"Your mum just wants to spend time with you before you move," Hermione said intelligently. "It's Empty Nest Syndrome."

"You're so smart. That's why – " I cut myself off.

"That's why what?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said stupidly. "I lost my train of thought. I have to go."

"Bye," she said, kissing me one last time before I lifted off the ground, waving to Ron, Harry and Ginny plus some mystery girl I assumed was Ron's girlfriend, Melissa.

"Bye," I said sadly, flying off into the clouds quickly.

I had to leave. I had to get away form Hermione and Hogwart's before I said anything stupid.

I couldn't believe I had almost said that! I mean, barely one month and I was going to say it. How stupid would I have been? Could I really feel that way after just one month? Supposedly, it could happen – just look at my Mum and Dad – but was I lucky enough to have it happen to me this quickly?

Also, I'm doubting it, which means I might not actually feel it. I don't even know if it's true or not. I might've just almost said it and not even meant it. That would've been horrible.

Or would it have? I asked myself suspiciously.

It was a perfectly legitimate question, I must admit.

What if I did mean it? What if Hermione would've felt the same way? There were too many what-ifs at that moment to dwell on them, but they were there, eating away at my subconscious.

I sound exactly like I did when I first realized I fancied Hermione, don't I? All these "But"s and "What-if"s I was asking myself.

I couldn't help but wonder that if they say history repeats itself, then maybe it would. If I told Hermione, like I had kissed her, and she felt the same, would all of this really matter.

I'm making no sense, I know. I'm speaking an entirely different language at the moment and I'm sure none of you understand it. I barely even understand it.

I should make a dictionary or a reference guide or something to help me sort out all the fuzzy, swirly feelings I'm feeling. I already know what I could call it:

"Fred Weasley's Dictionary to the Language of Love."

A/N: Alright, after one month, two people PROBABLY can't fall in love… but the way I see it is that they've known each other for so long and spent so much time together that it would just be so easy, you know? Probably not, but I don't care. My friend and her boyfriend have been together for a good three years now and they supposedly fell in love after a month. Also, who says Fred's actually in love? If you can't tell, he's very confused right now. Sorry, I felt the need to explain before I got inevitable reviews form people saying, "They can't be in love already! That's unrealistic!!!!" Well, bahaha! Beat you to the punch.