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Hermione was speechless for only a second before she snatched her hand out of Freds, and pulled herself painfully to her feet. Fred, stepped back slightly, looking hurt at the way she'd snatched her hand away from him and the hateful glance she was now giving him. He ran his deep blue eyes over her in concern.

"Is… is everything OK Hermione?" he asked. Hermione held her head up defiantly, trying desperately to hide the tears that were threatening to spill over down her cheeks.

"I'm fine", she said curtly, "Just off to clean up for dinner, maybe I'll see you later". She pushed past him roughly and strode over to the stairs and up to the safety of Ginny's bedroom.

"Hermione!"

She only vaguely heard the shouts of Fred Weasley as she disappeared up the stairs and out of sight.

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Fifteen minutes later Hermione emerged from her room, in a neat shirt and skirt, hoping that her cheeks didn't look too shiny from scrubbing her tear stained face clean. Two people had come to knock on the door while she'd been freshening up, the first was Ron, to whom she explained that she was getting changed, but the second was someone much more unexpected. She'd just finished changing, and was beginning to feel slightly embarrassed about the way she'd run out on her two best friends, when there was a polite knock on Ginny's closed bedroom door. Hermione looked up in interest – she had not heard anyone come up the stairs whilst she'd been in her room, so this person had been upstairs all along while she'd been at the Burrow. Hermione frowned.

"George?"

She crossed the room and opened the door slightly. A friendly freckled face peered through the gap.

"Hermione, are you naked or something? Why aren't you opening the door? And how did you know it was me?"

She flushed. "Sorry, I was worried it was…-" she paused. She was about to say Fred, but didn't want to appear to be taking sides in their argument. "…Ron," she finished lamely.

George chucked mischieviously. "I don't know why, Ronnikins is such a sweet, trustworthy guy, he'd make a great boyfriend…"

Hermione glared at him. The fact that George reminded her of Fred was already making her anger boil up in her again. "Did you want something?" She asked, trying hard to keep her voice polite.

"Yeah, erm, actually…" George was beginning to look slightly uneasy. "I was hoping to, er… have a chat with you. If you don't mind of course," He added quickly.

Hermione frowned slightly. This visit was beginning to get stranger by the minute, and she'd only been here less than an hour! Why the sudden interest in her from all the Weasley boys? Her anger began to melt into curiousity.

"Erm, sure," she said, opening her door fully so that he could come inside. She walked over to her bed, and sat down. George sat opposite her, on Ginny's bed. There was an awkward silence, and George was obviously avoiding her gaze.

"So…" he started, still looking at the floor. "This is going to sound… er… weird, but I kinda have a question." He looked up at her hopefully, anxious for a response.

Hermione frowned slightly. "Couldn't you ask Ron, or Harry?" she queried.

George's face blushed the shade of his hair. Hermione was strongly reminded of Ron, when he'd been caught doing something wrong or was acutely embarrassed. She began to smile slightly. "George…?" she prompted.

He raised his eyes and caught hers, and her slight smile seemed to give him the confidence he needed.

"Well, its really a question only a girl could answer," he began, "about, like, romantic gestures and the such…"

Hermione grinned. George Weasley, coming to her for romance advice? How she'd throw this in Lavendar and Parvati's faces when she got back to Hogwarts! However, George had caught her grin and began to look embarrassed again. Hermione tried to look serious, and kicked him playfully.

"Go on then," she sad. "Although, I'm not sure I'd be the best at giving you advice! I'm hardly experienced…"

It was George's turn to smile. "The fact that you're a girl is enough!" he exclaimed, his voice suddenly stronger. "I'm just so confused about things right now, and I thought maybe you could give me some advice about how to impress this girl I like."

Hermione's grin vanished almost as fast as her heart dropped down somewhere near her stomach. This was about Fred. He was going to ask her advice about Fred and Katie! She couldn't handle getting involved in this sort of thing, not after the thoughts she'd been having about Fred over the last few days. All her embarrassment and unease came flooding back to her, and her hands flew up to her face.

"George, I… I can't help you if this is about Fred. And… and Katie. I cant. I'm really sorry, I don't know enough about the situation…" Hermione stood up, as if to make her point clearer.

George looked slightly surprised. "You know about it?" His face turned surly, similar to the look that she'd seen him giving everyone at the train station earlier. "So you know that Fred has stolen my girlfriend, the only girl that I've ever truly liked?"

Hermione bit her lip. "Harry and Ron told me, and I know its awful what Fred did. I can't believe he'd be so hateful to you and go off with Katie like this! I know its awful, but really I just cant deal with getting involved right now…-"

"You realise Fred isn't even with Katie anymore?" snarled George, his voice rising now. "That he finished her a few days ago, saying that he'd suddenly fallen for someone else?"

Hermione's jaw dropped. "He what?" she whispered.

"Yeah, apparently there is another girl he likes now," George spat, his voice bitter and his eyes flashing. "He just used Katie because he fancied a snog for a few weeks! I feel sorry for this next girl! I even found the letters Fred sent to Katie in our room yesterday, he only ever writes to girls he fancies!"

George's voice was drowned out by the beating of Hermione's heart. He only writes to girls he fancies? She repeated George's last sentence over and over in her head.

She was this next girl. The girl Fred liked. Of all the girls, Hermione Granger? For a strange reason, she felt calm, not at all stressed out like she did a few moments before. A deep loathing of Fred's actions to George and Katie had settled within her, and a sudden desire for revenge appeared. How dare he try and use her like he used Katie! She spun round to face George.

"You want to get even?" She asked, her voice dripping with danger.

George looked taken aback at her sudden change. "More than anything!" He exclaimed, his blue eyes flashing. "Why?"

Hermione smiled slyly. She had just thought of the perfect way to finally get Harry to notice her, and teach Fred a lesson in the process. "Sit down George," she whispered, patting the bed beside her. "We have to talk…"

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