A/n: So…yeah, I lied. I said every three days I'd update something, which was completely untrue seeing as it's now about a week later. But I've been unfortunately busy. My play finally went up (front page of the 'Life' section of my town's newspaper thankyouverymuch), and Semester grade's came out (just made good enough grades to be allowed the computer at my leisure). Anyway, I just watched 'The Day After Tomorrow' and I'm officially paranoid that some giant typhoon is going to come through my window. That or the snowfall going on is never going to stop.
Threepastmidnight09- Who knows…
Lord-Voldomort- Applause needed. Still, I'm not sure writing up these chapters at one in the morning is finding reasonable time to update.
Khamsin and Jen Drake- You two are too nice!
SilverMoonset- I bet your chorus teacher stops smiling every once in a while. I swear, it seems like mine sleeps with a hanger in his mouth. And angst is simply an unhappy keeper, waiting to have us delve into it's depression when we appear to happy…Screw it, there'll be angst (I think).
Pink-Lemonaide-86 and Ezza- Oh no, my fic is fluff isn't it? Is there a twelve step program for this? Denial, denial, denial…SiriusWillRiseAgain- Maybe it was the name, but George was never my favorite twin.
Stella Blu- Everyone should support Hermione/Fred ships. Agree?
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Disclaimer: You guys aren't stupid. You know I don't own this. If you don't know that, I question if you can even read this. So, on with the chapter. Cheers.
Hermione dragged her feet along the stone corridors. If there was such a thing for her, she was on autopilot. Her body instinctively taking her to one of her favorite public haunts, the library.
Breakfast was long forgotten. She couldn't face the feeling she had in her stomach, every time Fred was nearby. Knowing he usually sat close, the food (deliciously prepared by Dobby and the other House Elves) around would have probably made her ramble on about S.P.E.W. or something equally as slap-your-palm-against-your-forehead worthy. Appearing that dull around him was not something she was eager to do. Especially after their exciting morning.
It was actually the morning that was troubling Hermione. Had she seen something other then friendship in Fred's eyes? Or was it just wishful thinking?
She'd been practically floating on air for minutes after they'd parted ways again. But those feelings quickly dispelled when she realized...or she thought she realized...that Fred was only being nice, nothing more.
Pulling down one of the Libraries countless volumes, she smiled when she noticed what it was. Hogwarts; A History shone brightly on the cover. By the look of it, the aged reference book had magically updated itself for the fourth or fifth time since she'd first read it.
Choosing a comfortable armchair in the corner, Hermione sat down. Leaning the book against her knees, she started flipping through it, stopping long enough to read a passage stating that 'in recent years, the House Elves vindication has been fought for by many students.' Hermione snorted. Imagine, she was in the book she'd fawned over for years. If not by name, then by organization.
Minutes passed by slowly as Hermione continued reveling in the books new information. There were entries on the new Quidditch poles, an addition to Dumbledore's biography as Headmaster, information on the Fat Lady's restoration (leaving out it was because of Harry's godfather in hiding of course.).
Hermione continued soaking up the trivial facts, until a slight tap on the shoulder brought her out of her reverie.
"Ginny? What are you doing here?" Asked Hermione, her face breaking into a surprised expression after turning around.
"I'm not Ron, Hermione. It's not as if the only time I'm here is when I get lost." They both snickered at that. "I was just wondering why you missed Breakfast."
"Just didn't feel up to eating." She sighed. "One of those days you just don't feel like being around people."
"Singular or plural?" Questioned Ginny, sitting down on the arm rest of Hermione's chair.
"What do you mean?" Innocently asked Hermione, moving over so Ginny wasn't almost completely off.
"Something's obviously been bothering you, something you don't want to tell me." Ginny looked knowingly at Hermione. "Either that, or a really sad case of p.m.s."
Hermione glanced at Ginny with wide eyes. Her cycle was not exactly what she wanted to be discussing under the watchful eye of the Librarian, Madam Pince.
Hermione looked up at Ginny again, fighting an inner-battle with herself.
"You're not going to let me go without you knowing at least a name, are you?" Hermione gave in, finally.
"A name? So it is a person!" Giggled Ginny. "Who?...Tell me!"
"Ginny…"
"Oh come on, I swear on…on…on Charlie's old broomstick, that I won't tell a soul!" Urged Ginny.
"You asked for it." Hermione gather her breath, and courage, before finally telling Ginny – "I think I fancy Fred."
Ginny promptly fell off the armchair.
She should be glad I hate to fly. Grinned Hermione.
A/n: Argh! 522 words. Not quite the amount I wanted to write today. But nonetheless, it's something. I can just hear you H/F shippers out there shouting 'Yay!' No…wait…that's me.
On another note. I have two questions for you reviewers, that, I suppose you can answer in your reviews, but I'm starting to have trouble keeping track of them (which actually makes me ecstatically happy…I'll just have to update sooner so they don't pile up.). Question one, what is a beta, and do I need one? Question two, is it normal for a fascination of Hermione/Remus fictions to come to light once you've sifted through all the Hermione/Draco-Oliver-Either Twin one's?...Review!