Title: Crazy in Love

Chapter 2: 21 Questions

Author's Note: Finally got along to this...it's kind of an epilogue to my last story...It's Fair in the Game of Love.

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or anything like that...darn, Wish I did.

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Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving?
Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions?
Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing
Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?
I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?
And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me
Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?
We only human girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style I say anything to make you smile

Meanwhile upstairs, George was telling Fred everything he heard.

"And she said, 'Always working in the shop, never has time to knock me up' I heard it with my own ears."

Fred listened with his mouth open wide enough to catch flies. "Wow," he finally said. "I always thought she flirted, but I NEVER saw this coming," Fred said, pacing around his bedroom.

"I heard her saying it to Gin."

"What should I do?" Fred stopped pacing and took a seat on the edge of his bed. "What about Ron?"

"He's not home tonight," George chuckled.

"I'm not joking," Fred said, sternly. "Be serious."

"I am," George said. "Mione misses Ron, but he's never home to give her little kisses, help her out."

"Thanks," Fred patted George on the back.

"No prob, little bro," George laughed,

"By 3 whole seconds," It was an old joke.

Fred decided to go and talk to Hermione. but, by then, his mom, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry were ready for dinner.

"We were just about to call you," Molly busted around the kitchen. "Go get George, will you?"

"No need," George said as he took as seat at the table.

"Mione, this was so kind of you to whip up," Mrs.. Weasley said while cutting into some cooked ham. "Could have been roasted longer," she mumbled.

"No problem ma," Hermione ate the rest of dinner in silence. Fred noticed this peculiar behavior. He wanted to talk to her so bad. He decided to ask her after dinner.

"Fred," Ginny said, waving her hand in front of his face. "You there?"

Fred nodded, and went back to trying to figure out what to say to Hermione.

Dinner was soon cleared away and Fred had asked Hermione to meet him out on the patio after she was done cleaning up. He went and sat down opposite of the door, still wondering what to say.

"Hermione, I've been thinking," he said. "No, that's not good. Mione, about you and Ron," he nodded. "That's good."

Little did Fred know that Hermione was standing right behind him. "Fred," she began. Hermione took a seat in a wicker chair on the opposite side of him.

"About you and Ron," he began. But he didn't know what got over him, maybe it was that knowing look in her eyes. The yearning for passion and love in her life. He kissed her. And oh, how he knew she wanted this kiss, and how she knew he knew how she wanted this kiss.

"Fred," she said, so desperately,

"MmHmm?" he asked.

"I love Ron,"

'What a way to break the loving moment!' Fred thought. "But you said.."

"You heard us! You should understand what I'm going through right about now!"

"George said that you said that you wanted me to knock you up," Fred blurted out. This didn't help the situation.

"You love your brother?" Hermione asked.

"Yes."

"You want him to be happy?" Hermione asked again, this time in a whisper.

"Yes," Fred said, his heart sinking.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I thought you were unhappy."

"Unhappy?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Ron works too much, you never see him," Fred was starting to grow weary of this restless conversation.

"You thought this?"

'Enough questions!' Fred thought. "Yes."

"Well, you thought wrong," Hermione said, then she stomped back into the house, leaving a bewildered Fred.

"What were you thinking?" Fred held his face in his hands.

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A.N.- Idk if anyone else noticed, but I posted 21 questions in here, cool huh? Well, keep reviewing please?