Title: Crazy in Love

Chapter 4: A-Ok

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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This will all make perfect sense someday

I'll be A-Okay

This will all make perfect sense someday

There's got to be a reason for the rain...

"Hermione," Ron spun around, as soon as she had followed him into their room after the fight. "I didn't know you were bored when you stayed home alone."

Hermione nodded sorrowfully. "Erm...not really bored, as you put it. But...uh..."

"Bored?" Ron grinned,

"Yes," She laughed, and for the first time in weeks, she felt most of the worries flow.

Ron walked towards her and wrapped his strong arms around her protectively. "I love you Hermione," he said, leaning his head on the top of hers.

She embraced him. "I love you too, Ron." Then, as if the moment could not get any better, Ron leant down on her and kissed her gently on the lips.

"You need rest," Hermione said, after their wonderful moment had subsided.

"It can wait," Ron answered. But Hermione knew he needed to get some sleep. The little baggies under his eyes were very visible. And instead of looking like a young, exuberant, 22 year old guy, he was taking on the appearance of a 38 year old man. "Maybe you're right," Ron laid back on their bed, and after about ten minutes with him breathing deeply beside her, Hermione decided he was out like a light.

She decided to head downstairs and meet Mrs. Weasley for dinner. But when she entered the kitchen, Molly wasn't there. All Herms saw was Fred, sitting at the table, drinking a cup of tea and only mildly interested in the work he was doing. Hermione assumed he didn't mind the break.

"Ron in bed?" He asked, putting down his paper and cup.

"MmHmm," Hermione smiled and retrieved her own cup. "Accio teacup!"

"Things must be working out," he said, quite sourly.

"Yes, where's Molly?" Hermione asked, as if expecting her to pop out of a cupboard or something.

"Visiting Penelope," he said.

"How's your face?"

"Took only a few seconds to heal," Fred then gestured to a very excited-looking George, who was bouncing down the steps.

Mione giggled. George tripped, but caught himself in time. "Ahhem, guess who we are bringing to the wonderful dance club tonight?"

"Let me guess, a bunch of trolls, I dunno," Fred grinned. Hermione decided to start dinner for Molly, who was running late.

"No, Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell," George rubbed his hands together. "Remember them at Hogwarts?"

"They were something," Fred had a distant look in his eyes. Hermione dropped the dish she was summoning over to the table.

"Oh my, so clumsy of me," Hermione blushed.

"I'll get it," George flicked his wand and the mess made it's way to the trash can.

"Oh, well, when your mother comes back, please tell her to come and get me," Hermione blushed some more, completely perplexed on how her emotions had gotten in the way of one of the easiest spells.

George shot a very confused look at Fred, who shrugged and went back to the pile of papers.

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Hermione had suddenly become aware of the snow falling outside and was in the mood for a nice, warm fire. No sooner had the flames shot from her wand, than Arthur Weasley's head popped in between the flickering flames.

"I've been trying to reach you for over and hour," he said impatiently. "I really need to talk to Ron."

"He's sleeping," Hermione said.

"It's urgent," Arthur assured.

Hermione nodded and bounded up the stairs. She woke up Ron who gave her several confusing glances as he noticed his dad's head in the fire.

"There has been a horrible accident at the Ministry," he continued. "They need all employees as soon as possible."

Ron groaned, and looked longingly at Hermione. She sourly followed him up the stairs. As soon as they entered the room. Ron started apologizing to Mione. "Hermione, I'm sorry," he said changing into some dark green robes.

"No."

"Yes."

"Please don't start, Ron."

"I don't want you to be mad."

"I'm not," Hermione knew where this was going.

"Don't go with Fred," Ron said it. And their eyes locked. Hermione truly felt compassion and love for the man whom had just been told he had to go do exactly what she had wanted him to stay away from for one night.

She walked over to him and wrapped he arms around his waist. "I won't, promise."

He smiled at he and made his way downstairs, undoubtfully to tell the family he was leaving.

Hermione sighed and fell onto the bed. She told the ceiling, "I'll go alone then."

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Later than night...

Ginny and Harry were snuggled up on the couch waiting for Hermione to get done getting ready to go dancing. Fred, Angelina, George and Katie had gone into the kitchen to do some catching up.

"You know what?" Harry asked his girlfriend, while running his hand through her gorgeous, waist-length red hair.

"What?" she grinned, half expecting him to tell her she was the most beautiful woman on the earth for the millionth time.

"I don't think Ron and Hermione are working out," He said, but knowing that Gin didn't want to talk about it, he hurried on quickly so he could say what he had to say. "I mean, I was talking to George and he told me just about everything that has been going on between those two, and it's not good."

"I've been thinking the same thing," Ginny said, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Ron is ALWAYS working, and I'm surprised Mione hasn't dumped him yet."

"But, I love him," a voice said behind them.

"Oh, Hermione, we didn't know you were there," Ginny jumped up and blushed furiously.

"Erm..." Harry blushed also and joined Ginny.

Hermione said nothing. But, she knew they were right. They were. She had a right to dump Ron, but she loves him...or does she?

"Fred and George are in the kitchen with their dates," Harry cleared his throat.

Ginny nodded and headed into the kitchen, Hermione followed. Fred and Angelina, George and Katie were sitting at the kitchen table, laughing and holding hands. Fred jumped up immediately. "Erm, ready, I suppose?" he asked, thoroughly embarrassed.

Hermione's heart took a pang. Ginny nodded and everyone apparated outside of the dance club. The snow was falling and everyone was freezing. They made their way inside in silence. It cost 9 galleons to get in. Hermione was greeted by flashing lights, loud music, and noisy people when she entered. She watched as Katie and Angelina tried to drag Fred and George over to some friends of theirs. George went, Fred stayed behind, with Harry and Ginny and Hermione.

"I'll go get some drinks," Fred went over to the bar.

Harry was grinning in every direction. "Would you like to dace, malady?" he asked Ginny.

"Surely," she giggled and waved at Herms as she made her way out onto the dance floor.

Fred appeared at Mione's side. "Are they perfect together or what?" He was watching Harry and Ginny dancing,

She smiled and nodded. He gently took hold of her forearm and pulled her over the some long time friends at another table. Hermione could recognize Oliver Wood, Katie and George, and Angelina, sipping on some drinks at a booth.

Oliver immediately asked Fred who his friend was. Fred beamed and said, "Hermione Granger." Oliver had an appalled look on his face.

"Aren't you and Ron-----" he began.

"Yes," Herm answered a little too quickly.

"Man, If I were him, I wouldn't be spending so much time at the Ministry. I'd be home with this lovely lady," he said, grinning. He still is tall and good looking, but had lost some of his charm, since he works with the Quidditch team all day.

Hermione nodded and smiled. This began a new conversation about Quidditch scores. Hermione was really never interested in the sport and was now watching Ginny and Harry.

Fred noticed her. He held out his hand. "Friendly dance?" he asked.

Hermione stood and followed him out on the dance floor.

I need you now tonight...and I need you more than ever...and if you'll only hold me tight

We'll be holding on forever

And we'll only be making it right cause we'll never be wrong together

We can take it to the end of the line

Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time

I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark

We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks

I really need you tonight

Forever's gonna start tonight

Hermione had let loose. Fred stood back, amazed at her abilities. "Where'd you learn to dance like that?"

"Dance...5 years..." She panted.

Back at the table, which was crowded with Harry and Ginny also, Angelina was watching Hermione and Fred. "Look at those two!" She suddenly exclaimed, causing everyone to look. "See that glint in her eye? I know true love when I see it."

Little did everyone know, Ronald Weasley had quickly apparated to the dance club as soon as he got wind of Hermione leaving. He was thoroughly angry. "Is this so?" He asked, fists clenched.

George and Harry had jumped up, ready to hold him back. But he had already marched out onto the dance floor. Harry chased after him. "Ron, mate, it isn't worth it------" But Harry couldn't finish because Ron had turned around and pushed Harry to the flat of his back. Ginny screamed.

Ron had finally reached Fred and Hermione. He took a swing and had knocked Fred to the ground for the second time. He grabbed Hermione by the arm and marched her outside.

Snow was still falling very thickly onto Mione's already wet cheeks. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" Ron screamed.

"H-H-He just asked for a friendly dance!" she panted.

"That's---it---I'm---business---trip," Ron panted, and with that, he was gone.

Hermione sank into the snow, her face in her hands. She hadn't known where Ron had gone. The doors of the club swung open. Happy voices drifted around her.

"Granger?" A familiar voice behind her asked.

Hermione turned around suddenly, looking into a pair of gray eyes. "Malfoy!" She got up, dusting herself off.

After the war Draco has moved back with his sick mum. His father is still in Azkaban. Rumors had it that he and Harry had fought side by side against Voldemort. "What are you doing out here?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing," she knew he was only trying to help.

"You sure?" He gave her his arm. After what he did to Ginny, she wasn't sure whether or not to trust him. She took it.

"Ron and I have been going out for five years and he works so much. But, Ron's brother, Fred kissed me the other day and...." Hermione felt she had said too much. She quickly let go of his arm and apparated and was back home in an instant.

She headed upstairs and found Ron packing. "Ron, no, I didn't go with him," she burst out.

"We're going to work this out," Ron said, clicking his suitcase shut.

She couldn't hold back the tears now. "Don't go," she sobbed.

Ron held her close. He let go over her after a few moments and let out a loud sniff. A little pop and he was gone.

Hermione heard another pop behind her, thinking it was Ron, she spun around. Harry. "He's gone, she sobbed. She collapsed on the floor. Harry knelt next to her. He held Hermione close. "It'll be okay, Mione, It'll be okay."

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A.N.- Hey, how'd you like the update? Good? Please review a.s.a.p, I promise it will get better. I have SO many idears.