Hey guys! For those of you who know me, and who know my stuff, you know that I love doing songfics. The only problem with that is, then I have a million song fics, and it makes me look like I have a ton of stories, and the bothers me for whatever reason. So, lately, I've been having the urge to write a million Twin/Hermione fics. I find them refreshing to do in between working on my other stories, which, trust me, are huge commitments. So what is this, you may ask. This is me, avoiding long term commitment writing (since Merlin knows I already have enough of those going) and writing fics to my favorite songs. None of them will be related, it's just a way to get me out of my writer's block every once and a while.

Plus, I'm one of those people who, every time they hear a song, get an idea that they must write down. That's why a majority of my stories are songfics.

Oh, let me restate one of the most important points: NONE OF THE STORIES IN THIS COLLECTION WILL BE RELATED!

Yay! Now that that's clear…

On with story one!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Jo Rowling's characters, nor the song Up Late Again by Tyler Hilton.

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It never just happens, you know. Something triggers it. I can never tell if that is a good or a bad thing though. I love you so much, I'm always glad when I think of you. Just not when it keeps me up half the night. And the weird thing is, it always happens at the most random of moments.

I love thinking about you. You're perfect. Why wouldn't I like thinking about my girlfriend? I just don't like doing it when I have a conference or a showing the next day.

Last night was the worst. I saw a girl who vaguely, vaguely resembles you. Who wasn't even half as pretty. But that still was enough to keep you in my mind for the rest of the night. Not that I mind, of course.

Well, yes, I do mind, but not because I don't like thinking about you. Quite the contrary, actually. I love to think about you. Just not when you aren't near me. Because if you aren't near me, then I miss you so much it hurts. I can't bear thinking about you knowing that I'm not close enough to Apparate to you and hold you in my arms.

Yeah, Fred laughs. Tells me I've gone soft. I say, "What's wrong with that?" I love you. I say it's okay.

And, you say so too, apparently. Because I've never seen you object about it. Merlin, I miss you.

I miss your laugh, and how sweet your voice sounds when it says, "George."

I miss how you giggle when I tickle you, and how beautiful you are. Merlin, Hermione. You are gorgeous and you don't even know it.

Fred tells me that being with you has turned my insides into mush, but I tell him, "Well, if this feeling is my insides turning to mush, then I welcome it."

Then he calls me a hopeless romantic. But I don't care.

I owl you everyday that I'm gone. I hate these stupid conferences. I love my joke shop, but why can't Fred come to these things alone? It was his idea.

I miss you. Every day that I'm gone I miss you. I love you so much.

And I never want you to forget it. So sometimes I write you more than once during the day. I'm always ecstatic when I see the reply with your handwriting on it.

Do you remember the days before we got together? The days at Hogwarts? Merlin, I was so in love with you, even then.

Except, even though I remember them, those days seem so far away. Like everything before we got together was meaningless.

And then I get wrapped up in my thoughts of you. Thinking about your smile, and your brilliance and your beauty.

Mostly though, I think of what will happen when I get home, and I can hold you in my arms.

And I most defiantly don't miss those days that I spent in Hogwarts, pining for you.

I look at the time. It's late. About two in the morning. But I can't help but stay awake and think of you.

I should go to sleep. I should stop thinking about you. But, like always, I can't.

I should sleep, I suppose. But I know that even if I sleep, I will still be thinking of you. And then I know my sleep won't be welcomed. Because my sleep is never welcome if you aren't here, in my arms.

This has been going on for a while. In fact, since we stated dating and I started having to go to these bloody conferences! Honestly, what was Fred thinking, signing us up for these?

I miss you so much. I can't wait to get home and hug you and kiss you.

We are going to be together for a very long time. I know it. And I am going to make sure of it the second we get home.

But, really, with these thoughts swirling around in my head, I'm never going to get to sleep. But I have succumbed to that. I don't really mind anymore. Because I know the second I get home, I'm going to have the best sleep of my life, with you in my arms. Because I know something you don't.

I suppose I shouldn't be thinking about it until you know, but how can I not? Why wouldn't I want to think about our life together?

Your ring is beautiful you know. Ginny helped me pick it out. Yes, that's right. I already have the ring. I've had it for a few weeks. I can't wait to give it to you this weekend, when I finally get to come home.

But maybe I shouldn't be thinking about it. Because nothing is certain yet. But somehow I know. You are going to say yes.

I know you're going to be shocked that I was able to trick you. But I also know you are going to be really excited.

I can't wait to get home. I miss having you in my arms. I miss you having to stand on your tip toes to get to the top shelf, leaving your sides free for a tickle attack. And then when that happens, I get to hear your beautiful laugh.

But maybe I shouldn't be thinking about that right now. Because we both know that if I do, I won't be able to sleep at all. As opposed to maybe an hour or two.

You should have heard Fred the other day. He was telling me how I glow when I talk about you. He says that—and don't mind the corny comparison—when I talk about you, my soul sings.

But what he doesn't know is that that is really the nicest feeling in the world. I love talking about you. I'm so proud that you are with me. Sometimes I still don't believe it. Why would you pick me?

But I am so glad you did.

How did I get through each day before? The days when I didn't know you liked me back. Do you know how much I missed you after we left Hogwarts? But looking back on it, it seems too long ago to remember.

So I don't dwell. I'm just thankful to have you now.

I look at the clock. It's three A.M. I've spent an hour thinking about you. Missing you.

I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Too bad it's going to be at night. Stupid Fred and his Stupid Conferences.

Maybe these are the kinds of thoughts everyone has before they sleep. But how come they only come to me when you aren't around?

Maybe I just miss you too much.

I almost ran out of time way back when. If I hadn't have told you how I felt about you when I did, I could have lost you forever. And that probably would have killed me.

What about you? Was your time running out too? I'd like to think so. Because that would mean you need me just as much as I need you.

Merlin, I love you so much.

It's going to be a late night. But, as always, when it comes down to it, the time was well worth it. That's when I remember a quote I heard a long time ago. How did it go? Oh, yes.

"The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time." I say out loud. I do enjoy thinking about you, you know. So I guess my time wasn't wasted at all. I can't wait till I come home.

And then I can ask you the one thing I've been dying to ask you. Before I drift off to sleep, I whisper to myself, "Hermione, will you marry me?"

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Hey, I had to edit this and take out the lyrics because I just became aware of the Fanfiction policy about songlyrics. I didn't want this to be taken off too, so I edited it. It may be kind of choppy, since there used to be lyrics, but I had to take them out :(