Disclaimer: Again, I don't own anything. I wish I did. Life would be a lot better...

A/N: Keep trying to change my info page, but it won't let me. It says someone already has the name I chose. Duh... me! Stupid...er...I mean NICE computer!

Chapter Two: Make-out Central

"Ginny, I've got a problem," Hermione said the next day, sinking onto the younger girl's bed.

"What is it Herms?" Ginny asked, her back facing Hermione. She was sorting clothes in her wardrobe. Apparently she had this big date with Harry that night. Hermione thought the whole situation was a bit strange, because Hermione, Ginny, and Harry were the only ones in on the whole thing.

"I...I..." Hermione stuttered. What was she doing here? There was no way she could tell Ginny about her brother's bad kissing, etc. "It's nothing," Hermione said sheepishly.

"Tell me," Ginny demanded, turning around, holding a very gorgeous black halter top.

"It's nothing. That shirt would look good on you."

"If it's nothing then why won't you tell me?"

"You can get quite scary when you're mad," Hermione pointed out.

"I know. You don't want me to be mad at you, do you?" Ginny raised one eyebrow, a trick she had learned from Bill.

"Fine. I can't get Harry to stop bugging me about Ron," Hermione fibbed.

Ginny laughed. "Is that it?"

Hermione shook her head, looking ashamed.

"Well just tell him that if he doesn't knock it off then I won't sleep with him anymore," the younger girl said, turning back around.

"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed. "A bit of an overshare, don't you think?"

"Not at all. You asked. What about this skirt?" she said, holding up a black mini.

"I did not ask, and I have no idea. You know me and fashion."

"That's right, I need to go ask someone else."

"Have fun on your date," Hermione said. "I need to go patrolling." Hermione exited the room as Ginny bid her farewell.

The night was uneventful for an hour or so. But she then heard groans coming from a janitor's closet on the fourth floor. (A/N I know they don't have janitor's closets, since they have house elves and all, but where else could I have set this in?) She flung open the door to find Pansy Parkinson with Draco Malfoy's hand in a very precarious place.

"Shut the damn door," Pansy shrieked.

"This isn't a fucking show," Draco said, not stopping his previous actions. That was a rather amusing thing for him to say, considering what they were about to do.

"10 points from Slytherin. You're out after curfew. Goodnight."

She shut the door and shuddered to herself, and tried to rid the image from her mind. As she walked down the hall, she heard more noises coming from an abandoned classroom. "Oh my God," she groaned and silently wished she didn't have to do this as part of her job as a prefect. She pulled open the door to find Harry and Ginny quickly pulling away from each other. The blush that was forming on Harry's face suggested that the two were doing something more than just kissing.

"Oh Lord," she said. "Next time, use a silencing charm," she said and shut the door.

The two images burned in her cornea. What the hell was going on?

Just as she was deciding whether or not to turn in, she heard footsteps coming her way down the hall. She decided to catch the perpetrator and then call it a night. She stepped into a niche in the wall and waited for the person to pass.

"Fred?" she exclaimed in surprise as she stepped out of her hiding spot.

"Oh, hey Hermione. You scared me, didn't see you there."

"So why are you out after curfew?" Hermione asked.

"I could ask you the same thing," he said, eyeing her curiously.

"I'm out patrolling. Besides, I asked you first."

He grinned and replied, "You caught me. I couldn't sleep so I decided to take a walk."

She looked at him intensely, tying to figure out whether he was lying or not. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and walk back with him to the common room.

"So how goes patrolling?"

"I swear, it's make-out central tonight."

"You wishing Ron was here instead of me?" Fred joked.

"No. Why must you always bring Ron into the conversation?" she snapped.

There were a few moments of awkward silence and then she said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone off on you like that."

"Oh it's perfectly all right Hermione," Fred said. "I just wasn't aware that you and Ron were having problems."

"We're not," she said hastily.

"So you're as happy as clams then?" he said, one eyebrow raised precariously. The trait must run in the family, she decided.

"Of course," she said.

"Really?" Fred drawled out the word.

"Really?" Hermione assured. It was in part a reassurance to herself as well as him.

They walked the rest of the way to the common room in silence. "You're a horrible liar," he said once they stepped inside the common room.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked indignantly.

"Goodnight," Fred said and walked off towards his dorm.

"Fred, wait!" Hermione called after him. He didn't appear to have any intention of turning around. She sighed and walked to her room, thoroughly confused about what to do. She couldn't talk to Harry, who would tell Ginny, who would probably tell Ron. She couldn't talk to Ginny, for reasons previously stated. And she couldn't talk to Ron about what to do with the Ron situation, for obvious reason. It looked like she was alone at the moment where she needed someone to talk to the most.