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"Oi Weasley! Stop the nattering and get back to training, the Slytherin game is only four days away and we're far from our best. Come on!"

Fred sighed and tore himself away from a group of sixth year girls who had come to watch either Harry or him train. He couldn't quite decide and this annoyed him slightly. He was used to being the heartthrob of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and yet Harry was slowly growing into his looks and was gaining increasing numbers of admirers, and not just because of the whole "Dark Lord" thing either. Another thing that was annoying him was Angelina. It was two weeks since they had swapped wands and he was getting bored. He knew that he had promised himself he wouldn't but tough, he was. The truth was it just wasn't fun to have a steady girlfriend. You had to buy them drinks at Hogsmeade visits, sit with them in class and basically stop mucking around with your twin brother in Quidditch practices.

On second thoughts the latter might only be true if your girlfriend is the captain of your Quidditch team, which Angelina was.

But he knew he had to stick it out, well until after Hogwarts Hell anyway. How sad would it look if he went without a date? And he knew that even for him, getting a date just five days before the dance would be hard. Hermione doesn't have a date, he heard his sub-conscience say. It was true, Harry and Ron had told him the other day. Apparently Seamus Finnigan had asked her but she had dismissed him kindly. Fred wasn't surprised, surely even Hermione wasn't desperate enough for the weird Irish boy. Sure, he was funny enough, but date material? No way.

But anyway, the idea of him dumping Angelina and asking Hermione to go to Hogwarts Hell with him was stupid. Ridiculous even. He didn't like Hermione in that way, even if he had kissed her that night. He did that for fun, because she wanted him to, that was all.

"FRED!!! Are you coming or not? George managed to move his ass out here, what about you?"

Oops, Angelina had come.

"I'm coming, honestly sometimes I don't even think you seem like my girlfriend - slave driver!" He jokingly kissed her on the cheek but she pushed him away and walked onto the pitch.

"What was all that about?" thought Fred.

Hermione was just leaving the library to meet up with Harry and Ron after Quidditch practice when she ran into Fred alone for the first time since the night he had kissed her. She had been much happier since then, she had come to realise what an arrogant bastard Fred Weasley really was. She had also thrown herself back into work and was topping her class. Justin wasn't speaking to her but she had simply decided that boys just weren't worth it.

She was prepared to ignore Fred, and felt he would probably respond the same way to her. So she was surprised when he looked up at the last minute and said,

"Hermione. Hi."

"Oh, hi Fred." She made to walk past him quickly, she wasn't in the mood for a chat, but he stopped her again.

"Been in the library?" He pushed his floppy fringe back off his eyes, and her stomach jumped.

'Stop it,' she thought to herself, 'just walk away.'

"I have, yeah. Have you been at Quidditch practice?"

"If you can call it practice. More like Quidditch community service. Angelina's a slave driver."

At the mention of her name they both fell silent. Fred decided to change the topic.

"Are you looking forward to Hogwarts Hell? I mean, seeing Ron in his frilly dress robes should be something to look forward to at least hey?"

She laughed, remembered herself, and stopped.

"Well, I should go and meet them – Harry and Ron. I think we're going to do something."

"Right OK. And Hermione?

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

A/N Did intend for this to be longer but I thought it was a nice way to end the chapter, next up soon!