Title: Crazy in Love

Chapter 3: Move Bitch!

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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OH NO! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin' and bustin' two
and I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead
Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
It's not an illusion, we runnin tha streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the FUCK over

Hermione sat on the edge of Ron's bed, thinking. 'I love Ron, and that's that.' She thought to herself. 'But Fred, oh...Fred.'

It was around 8:45 p.m. and Ginny went home with Harry. Fred and George were at that new dance club put into Hogsmeade. Hermione was stuck at home, listening to the constant chirp of crickets outside.

'God, I miss Ron, I miss him terrible. None of this would have happened of he had been home,' Mione heard a soft knock at her door. She stood up and opened it.

"Hermione, I want to apologize," Fred took a step in and followed Hermione to take a seat on her bed.

"For what?" Hermione spat out, unaware that she was saying this out loud. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I'm hurting you, I'm very sorry, so sorry," Fred apologized over and over, making Hermione feel guilty.

"Well, Ron and I have gotten this far in this relationship, there's practically nothing that can get in our way," Hermione said without one intake of breath.

"That's what I thought," Fred said suddenly turning a bright shade of magenta. "I'd better get going now."

He turned to leave but Hermione caught his arm. "No," she grinned. "You are one fine kisser." And for that brief moment, Hermione felt all relief flood over her. She felt his hard chest against her, she felt his sharp intakes of breath. She felt...yes, she knew what she felt. Hermione Granger...she felt love beating in this man's chest, and yet, she wondered, does he feel it in mine?

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The next morning, Hermione awoke with Ron staring at her from the side of her bed. "Morning Sunshine," he said, cautiously moving forward to plant a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Morning," Hermione said groggily, then remembering their conversation yesterday, stiffened.

"I called for a night off, but I'm not sure what will happen," Ron said, and as Hermione guessed, still thinking about the talk they had yesterday.

"Figured as much," Hermione said stiffly as she kicked off the bedclothes, and stomped into the bathroom.

Ron seemed to be expecting this, he tried to keep his cool. "I'm trying like hell, Mione," he said thorough the closed bathroom door.

"Well, it isn't working!" Hermione shouted back at him. She sat on the toilet, her elbows rested on her thighs and her face in her hands.

"Come on, Hermione," Ron said, still very smoothly.

"I'm not coming out unless you promise me a night off, so we can go dancing!" Hermione yelled. She knew she was going to start a huge fight, but she didn't care, heart pounding she went and sat in the bathtub.

"Dancing?!' Ron exclaimed. "I don't dance." Hermione giggled because he lowered his voice so dramatically.

"Well, you'd better learn," Hermione said, trying to think of what to say next. "Because if you don't go dancing with me, and go to work, I'm going with Fred."

No sooner had the words left Hermione's lips had she regretted them terribly. She could feel the silence getting louder...then..

"OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR WOMAN!" Ron shouted at the top of his lungs. Hermione's heart beat faster. She did it, she made him go off his rocker.

She waited, and then heard a loud crash, and in a second the bathroom door was laying on the floor in front of her.

Ron stomped in, making the floor seem to shake, his face was red with fury, and his hands were clenched. He stuck his index finger right in Hermione's face. She turned white. She is really scared now.

"ARE-YOU-CHEATING-ON-ME-WITH-MY-GOD-DAMN-BROTHER?!?!?!" He bellowed in her face, She tried to shout out a determined no, but all that came out was a squeak.

Ron stomped out of the bathroom and Hermione heard him leave the bedroom. She followed and heard him yell, FRED! She gasped, and she heard him start up the stairs to the attic.

She followed him, trying to convince him that he was wrong. "No, Ron, no, never ever, please Ron," she stammered. He didn't listen. He kicked open the attic door.

Fred was sleeping and George was no where in sight. "FRED!" Ron bellowed, this time, Fred sat straight up.

George apparently heard the yelling and bounded up the steps. "What the hell is going on here?" Ron ignored him also and ran at Fred.

Ron was repeatedly hitting him when George dived and pulled Ron off of Fred. Hermione began crying and sunk into the corner, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Fred stood warily, holding his bleeding nose. "Gerroff me, are you mad?" Fred said, as Ron was dragged away by George.

"You-Stay-Away-From-Hermione," Ron said menacingly.

"What are you talking about?" Fred shot a confusing glance at Hermione, who bawled louder.

George was still struggling to hold Ron back. "Don't act so innocent," Ron spat. "Mione told me you two were going dancing tonight, you bastard!"

Fred understood completely. "OF COURSE she wanted to go dancing with me, her boyfriend is a pathetic loser," Fred said, knowing George now had a tight grip over Ron.

"You-you-you," Ron stammered, but he was so mad, none of it would come out.

"What Ron?" Fred started. "You're never home with the girl. She's always home alone, cooking or cleaning or reading. She knows you won't be home any more nights, so why not try to get out and have some fun on her part?"

Ron started open-mouthed at Hermione, who had stopped bawling and directed her attention towards Fred. Even George let out a breathless 'wow'.

"Mione," Ron began. "Is this true?" he asked her.

"Y-yes," she stammered, her heart beating.

"You think I'd rather work than be home with a wonderful girl, who is sole-claimed to be mine? Ron said, and George loosened his grip.

"No, Ron, no," Hermione stood, tears slashing down her front. "I love you so much and I would never cheat on you...I just miss you, that's all."

Ron escaped from George's grasp, Fred tensed. He whispered a barely audible 'sorry' to Fred and left.

"Hermione, dearest, you and Ron need to work out your problems," George said to a shaking Hermione, then stalked out of the attic.

Fred walked over to Hermione and embraced her in a warm hug. The wave came again. All fear was lost, but sorrow over took her. She felt so bad. "I-I'm so sorry, Fred," she said into his chest.

Fred just stood there, trying to remember this feeling. He hoped she loved him back, he hoped. But...soon, hopes will become wishes, and everyone knows wishes can come true.

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A.N.- Hope you liked this chappy, I'm posting a bit fast, maybe I should slow down so you people review a bit more! Have fun!