Hi everybody! (Hi Dr. Steph! Okay, okay, I know I'm a Simpson's freak!) I know you're all going to complain about yet another really short chapter, but it just has to be this short! I ain't JK Rowling, so obviously I don't own any of it. OOOOHHH, and before I forget- check out AbsoluteNutters- we've got our first story up now!

Yours,

Hermione Double. (NOT JKR.)

I bounded downstairs, just glad that I was about to see her.

I said hi to everyone (including her) and sat at the table, absent-mindedly chewing toast.

'You're quiet today, Ron,' said Hermione, and I jerked out of my stupor.

'Eh?' I replied stupidly.

'I was just commenting on the fact you are unusually quiet this morning.'

'Guess I'm just a bit tired- you know, I didn't really get a lot of sleep last night,' I winked.

I could tell Hermione and Ginny were trying hard not to laugh.

'So, what do you want to do today?' Hermione asked. I didn't mind what I did, as long as I did it with her.

'Dunno,' I grunted.

'Shall we go for a walk or something? It's a really nice day- unless you want to go and play Quidditch again? I was about to accept this rather thrilling offer, but an unwelcome voice sounded, interrupting our conversation. Why, oh, why was I cursed with brothers?

'Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, a romantic walk for our favourite couple, eh, Fred?'

'I should say so, George,'

'What the hell are you talking about?' I asked, any coolness I had in my voice while speaking to Hermione out the window.

'You know what we mean, Ronnikins,' said George. Urgh, I hate them. Why can't they move out now??

'Funnily enough, I don't,' I replied acidly.

'You know what George?' asked Fred, as if suddenly struck by a wave of inspiration.

'No, what is it, Fred?' For once I wished Mum was there to shut them up, but, rather unfortunately, she was in the garden pruning a Flutter-By bush or something or other.

'I've just had an idea for a new product. How about an Undensity Ointment, so little brothers can finally notice they fancy their best friend?' said Fred. They. Are. So. Dead.

'Killer idea, bro! And I have the best idea for a –oh what's the word?- oh yeah, Gilly Pig!' said George, winking at me.

'Guinea pig,' sighed Hermione under her breath. I had sunken almost beneath the table now. Oh, hell, why do I have to exist?

'Oh yeah! We can make a whole range: DateAde- fizzy drinks for the disastrous daters. You know, everything from making you cool while with your partner to-to……'

'To drinks you can slip the girl- or boy- to make you seem more attractive! Yeah!' finished George.

And, yes, you guessed it, I had morphed into the Tomato once more. I cannot believe those prats. We aren't going on that rather inviting walk till tomorrow now.

Hang on………………SHA-WING! A walk with Hermione! Alone.

Yay!

And I do not need an Undensity Ointment to see that I like Hermione, but I wouldn't say no to a DateAde. I mean, what am I going to do in tomorrow?

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