Summary

Hermione Granger was currently engaged with Harry Potter, the boy who lived.

She should be happy about this, in fact ecstatic about it, after all she had been in love with him since first year. But she wasn't, she loved Harry to bits but the spark wasn't quite there.

However with a certain red head the spark was definitely there. Wasn't it?

Disclaimer: I have a secret to tell you. I am J K Rowling, you see I have writers block for the seventh and final book so I've decided to write this as an extra thing.

Not mine!

Chapter 1 Old faces, new lives

"I'm just going to meet Ginny in Diagon Alley, I'll see you later." Called twenty three year old Hermione Granger as she shut the front door behind her before she descended the stairs of her and Harry's flat.

It was a cold brisk morning; Hermione could see her breathe producing from her mouth every couple of seconds.

She looked around her to make sure that she couldn't be seen by any nosy neighbours who lived off the gossip and lives of others surrounding them.

Once she was certain that no one could see her she disappeared with a small pop.

x-x-x

She arrived in Diagon Alley, the street was bustling with witches and wizards every where. She glanced at her watch and saw that she was fifteen minutes early.

She slowly walked up the street, stopping only to talk to the occasional people she recognised from school or to look into the shop window of her favourite store Flourish and Blotts. This store sold all the books that she could ever dream of. She often went there as a refuge from Harry.

"Hermione!" She heard someone call from behind her.

Turning round she came face to face with her best friend Ginevra Weasley. Grinning at the red head she went over to join her at the table that she was occupying. Upon arriving she noticed someone else sitting at the table.

"You remember Fred don't you Hermione?" Ginny asked.

The person turned to face her; he had red-auburn hair and the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen.

She hadn't realised that she had been staring at Fred until he started talking to her "Hermione? Are you listening?"

"What?" She asked still in a daze.

"Hermione, are you ok?" Ginny asked looking concerned.

"I'm fine." She replied blushing furiously, she quickly sat down making sure that she wasn't able to stare at Fred Weasley.

"So, Mione how've you been?" Fred asked.

"Um, ok I suppose." She replied, not completely lying. The truth was she wasn't really ok. She loved Harry, well at least she thought she did, but not the fame that came with it.

Harry was an international Quidditch player; he was the seeker for the Chuddly Cannons. He would spend his whole day training for the upcoming match and when he sauntered through the front door at half past eight at night he expected Hermione to have his dinner on the table.

He didn't let her have any freedom, the furthest it would stretch was to go shopping with some bimbo air-heads who were either married or fucking the other quidditch players. He didn't think that she needed a job; he thought that it wasn't proper for an international quidditch player's fiancé to go around slumming it like all the other ordinary people.

Truth be told Harry wasn't the same person that Hermione had fallen in love with; he was extremely controlling and paranoid. He had to know where she was and who she was with.

It brought a small grin to Hermione's face thinking what Harry would say if any reporter caught her sitting with a very good looking man, even if it was her best friends older brother.

"I'm just going to the toilet." Announced Ginny breaking Hermione of her thoughts.

Once Ginny was out of earshot Fred turned to Hermione and said "You're not really ok are you Mione?"

"What? Yes I am!"

"No you're not." He replied firmly. "You want to know how I can tell that you're not happy?" Hermione shrugged her shoulders, inside she was nervous, was it that obvious that her life was miserable? "It's because your eyes don't sparkle the way they used to."

"How do you know if my eyes sparkled or not?" Demanded Hermione furiously.

"I, um, I-" Fred began to stutter searching for the right words to say.

"Exactly!" Snapped Hermione "You don't." Looking around her she said "Tell Ginny that I'm really sorry but I can't stand being anywhere near you!" She then took one last look into his eyes and disappeared from the spot.

"It's because you shouldn't be with him." Fred muttered sadly to himself.

"Where's Hermione?" Ginny asked sitting down opposite her older brother.

"We had a bit of an argument and she apparated, I don't know where she has gone."

"What did you argue about?"

"Well, I said that she wasn't really happy and she got kind of mad."

"Fred!" Ginny groaned putting her head into her hands.

"Gin, I'm sor-"

"Would you like to take your order Mister?"

"Uh-,"

"No, thank you. We're just leaving." Interrupted Ginny. "I think I may know where Hermione is." Said Ginny to Fred as the waiter walked away in a sulk.

"Where?"

"It's a long shot, but it's that last place that anyone except for me would think of." Replied Ginny.

"Where?" Said Fred growing more and more impatient by the second.

"I think only one of us should go though."

"I'll do it." Replied Fred instantly "Now hurry up and tell me where this place is."

"It's Hogwarts Library."

"But, it's school term and anyone who doesn't study there wont be allowed on the grounds."

"That's what everyone thinks, no one has thought about going there excpet for Hermione. As she is the only one who has read Hogwarts a History."

"Trust Mione." Muttered Fred before apparating from the spot.

x-x-x

Fred arrived just outside Hogwarts gates, he pushed them open and sprinted up towards the magnificent castle. He knocked three times on the door and waited.

The door swung open and standing in front of him was his old head of house Professor McGonogall.

"Mr Weasley, what are you doing here?" She asked looking genuinely shocked.

"Hi professor, do you know if Hermione Granger is here?"

"Why would she be here? She graduated six years ago."

"Well someone told me that she comes here sometimes-"

McGonogall interrupted him by lowering her voice and saying "She's in the library, you didn't hear it from me." She then gave him a small wink and walked away. "Oh yes, and Mr Weasley if you even do one miniscule prank of yours I will have to personally escort you from the building. Good day."

x-x-x

He found her in the corner of the library, her head was bent over an extremely thick book. Probably finding the best way to hex me, he thought to himself.

Every couple of minutes she would lift her hand from the book and sweep some of her brown curls behind her ear.

He walked over to the table she was sitting at and sat opposite her. After five minutes she broke the silence and said "Fred, I know you're here, so just leave me alone."

A/N: First chappy up! What do you think? Please review!

kt aka:blondheart: I've written some more for you! Thanks for being my first reviewer! -hands over droobles best blowing gum with a flourish-.