Ah, the number of people I have had coming to me and asking if there is going to be any steamy scenes in the oak tree round the back of the Weasley house. YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK! Hehe! Ok, well its kinda steamy, but maybe not in the dirty way you think! I have not put a disclaimer on this story, and I don't plan to, coz I have views on that sort of thing. I AM JK ROWLING, and this is just a side story that I'm writing coz I've got writers block for book seven. Enjoy!

Summary so far (for those people who just have the worst memories EVER!):

Hermione is staying at the Weasley house for the summer due to the fact that she got amazing OWL results and has won an award – so a trip to the ministry will be coming up soon! Harry and Ginny have just come out as a couple – a fact that makes Hermione want to die inside, due to her strong feelings for Harry. Ron is pestering her for her attentions, but he is not the only Weasley boy – Fred has shown explicit interest in Hermione since he sent her a letter at the beginning of the summer, a fact that is rapidly making Hermione change her views about a guy she has never really taken any notice of. However, big sibling rivalry between George and Fred has come up when it came to light that Fred had stolen Katie Bell (George's long term girlfriend) from him recently, and then finishing her in light of 'someone new'. Hermione is confused when she realises that she is Fred's new love interest, and hatches a plan with George to get Fred back for attempting to 'use' her like he used Katie. By pretending to come out as a couple with George, can Hermione make Harry notice her? And more importantly, make Fred pay for what he's done?

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As Hermione flew down the stairs and headed for the back door, her head was spinning. What was she about to do? Surely this was just tempting fate, she should have just left Fred where he was and gone back to Ron and Harry playing wizarding chess. She slowed down as that thought crossed her mind.

"Harry…" she murmured, and stole a look over at the lounge door. She should cover her tracks before she went out to meet Fred, she could be away for a while… the thought filled her senses and she tinged with excitement.

Skipping over to the lounge, she slowed suddenly as she heard raised voices from inside the room. Male voices.

"How could you do this to me?" Ron was shouting. "Do you realise how long I've liked her? Longer than you've even known her as a friend!"

Hermione pushed her ear up against the closed door of the lounge, breathing softly. She knew someone else was in there apart from Harry and Ron.

"Well, has she ever shown any interest in you, little bro?" Hermione recognised the voice. It was George. "Me and her have become closer this summer, and she loves me. I know she does!"

"Loves you!" Ron cried in disbelief. "You were flirting slightly at dinner, and you think that she loves you! You're deluded!"

There was a sound of a chair falling over, and Harry's voice joined the shouting.

"Ron, George, stop it" Harry cried in desperation. "Why don't you just call Hermione and ask her yourself?"

"How can you just forget Katie so easily?" Ron cried. "You gave Fred such a hard time, and now you're saying that you're madly in love with Hermione? I don't believe you! There's no way that you and Fred can treat her the way that you treated Katie, I won't allow it! She doesn't belong to you!"

George snorted. "What, and she belongs to you!" he exclaimed.

"She belongs to no one, stop acting like children!" Harry cried in desperation.

The door swung open and slammed against the wall as Hermione came storming in. The sight that met her eyes was shocking. George was up against the wall, glaring at Ron, who was standing a few inches in front of him. Their identical freckly noses were almost touching, and the tension in the room was so obvious that it could have easily have been cut with a knife. Hermione's eyes were blazing.

"Stop it NOW!" she screamed, glaring at the two brothers. "What do you think you're doing? Get a grip on yourself!"

Ron and George sprung apart as if electrocuted. Still throwing hateful glances at each other, George had the decency to look slightly embarrassed, but Ron strode forward to face Hermione.

"George has been spreading these lies about you and him planning some sort of love affair," Ron snorted. "Can you believe it? To think that you'd fall for someone like him!" He threw another disbelieving look at his brother, and walked over to start picking up the broken furniture.

Hermione took the opportunity to steal a look at Harry. True enough, he looked interested and slightly upset, but did not seem at all to be ruffled about that thought of Hermione and George together as a couple. "I'll show him," Hermione, thought angrily.

Turning towards George, she noticed he was giving her a confused look. "Why aren't you playing along?" he mouthed silently to her. Hermione smiled weakly. This was it. There was no going back after this.

She breathed in slowly, and turned towards Ron and Harry. "Actually…" she began, "I've been meaning to talk to you two about this for quite a while. I didn't want you to find out this way…" she threw an angry glance at George, who looked down, ashamed. Hermione hoped her two best friends couldn't spot him grinning manically as he covered in face in mock embarrassment.

Ron had inhaled sharply. "You mean… you mean…" he stopped, seemingly unable to continue. Hermione squirmed inwardly. She'd never truly lied to Harry and Ron before, was this really worth it? She turned to Harry, and saw the beginnings of jealousy crossing his face before he turned away quickly and fiddled with his sleeve.

This gave Hermione the confidence she needed. "Yes," she said, her head held high. "George and myself have decided to become…" she swallowed slowly, before finishing her lie. "…A couple. I didn't want to mention it before because I knew your reaction would be similar to what happened a few moments ago. So – I hope that in time you'll get used to us being together, and I know we'll be very happy." Her final sentence tumbled out in a rush of words and she exhaled sharply, not realising that she'd been tense, clenching her fists the whole time.

She turned towards Harry, anxious for his reaction, but realised to her horror that he was looking down suspiciously at her clenched fists. She unclenched them quickly and hid her sweaty palms in her jumper. She smiled what she was a convincing smile, and walked over to George, slipping her hand into his. He smiled a broad smile.

"The tide has turned then, little bro!" He said triumphantly to Ron, who was still standing in the corner with a look of complete disbelief. Hermione squirmed.

"Ron, I'm really sorry I didn't tell you earlier," she said timidly, "but I knew you'd react in a really bad way. Can you at least try and accept us for now?"

"Of course… of course I can!" said Ron, his face reddening slightly. "I mean, why wouldn't I be able to?"

George smirked. "Because you've been madly in love with her for years?"

Ron's eyes widened, and Hermione stamped on George's foot. Hard. "Shut up!" she hissed angrily in his ear. Ron was blushing violently. Suddenly, there was a crash of thunder outside, and rain began to pound against the window.

"He has not!" Harry spoke up in defence of his best friend, as Ron turned away, obviously unable to look at everyone anymore. "How could you say that George?"

Hermione was mortified. How could she be hurting her best friend like this? "No wait…" she called to Ron's retreating back. "Wait! We're not really-"

She was cut off by George pulling her face close to his. "What are you doing?" He whispered angrily. "Remember our deal? We're out to get Fred! We can explain to Ron after!"

"But…" whispered Hermione feebly. "We can't do this to him… its just horrible in every way! Cant we just-"

"What do you mean?" Interrupted Ron desperately, evidently struggling with the sight of George's face being so intimately close to Hermione's. "What's going on?"

Hermione was torn. Ron meant the world to her and she would never do anything to jeopardise their friendship. "But you're already jeopardising your friendship by slowly falling in love with his best friend," a niggling voice in her heart told her. But she couldn't hurt him more by pretending to fall in love with his brother. It might just kill him! Her thoughts trailed back to Fred, alone in the field, now in a storm, waiting, hoping with all his heart that she would turn up so he could tell her how he felt. "Maybe I'm already in love with his brother for real…" the niggling voice told her again. "Just not with the one that he thinks…"

She made up her mind – she had to come clean with Ron, there was no way that she could just lie outright to him. Glancing a look at Harry, he too was looking troubled by the intimacy that George and Hermione were sharing. Could he truly be jealous of the thought of her with another man?

Hermione took a deep breath and turned to face her best friend. "Ron, I have to tell you – I'm not in lov-"

Her voice was cut off by George, who had wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close into a soft tender kiss, smothering any future words - the only way to keep her quiet that kept up the charade that they were still in a relationship. Hermione was so shocked that at first she didn't do anything – but quickly she came to her senses as she heard the gasps of shock from the two other boys in the room. She pulled away quickly from George, her eyes wide with surprise and disgust. Holding back the urge to slap him, she turned round desperately to explain their actions to Ron and Harry.

Ron looked devastated. Harry looked shocked and troubled. But Hermione could not drag her eyes away from the lounge door. What she had seen had filled her insides with dread.

"Fred…?" she whispered tentatively.

A figure was standing in the open doorway of the lounge. He had evidently seen the couple kiss, and was now frozen in a position of despair. His body shape was identical to that of George's, but the position on his face was that of heartbreak and betrayal. Dripping from head to toe from the storm outside, his damp hair was hanging down over the top of his face, so Hermione could only just make out the hurt that was shining out as strong as daggers in his eyes.

He looked straight at the couple. He looked at George, whose arms were still wrapped around Hermione's waist. He looked at the intimate distance between his twin's face and the girl he loved. And finally he looked deep into Hermione's eyes, with a look so poignant that Hermione thought that she would drown under his gaze.

Then he was gone.

ARGHHHHHHHHHH another cliffhanger! I love them! NOW UPDATE OR I SHALL NEVER WRITE ANYTHING ELSE EVER:P xx