(((A/N: I know this is an UNBELIEVABLY short chapter, but I really really really wanted to move on...and I was kinda stuck. Anyway...
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"Ron!" Hermione grabbed Fred's letter off the desk, then ran down the stairs after him, finally catching up to him in the Common Room. It was still dinner-time, so most everyone was in the Great Hall. Ron finally stopped in front of Harry, who was sitting on the couch with Ginny and Seamus. "Ron!" Hermione said again. Ron looked at her, and for a split second, saw pain and anguish in his big green eyes. "I---"
"What's going on?" Ginny asked, sliding her hand from Seamus' and standing up. Harry stood as well, and the three of them looked at Ron.
"Tell them Hermione." He said in a dangerously low voice.
"I—" Hermione didn't want to say anything. She slipped her hands behind her back and shoved Fred's letter into the back of her skirt. For some reason, she just didn't want anyone to read it.
"Tell them Hermione!" Ron said again, impatient this time. "Tell them how you feel about Fred! You like him don't you!" He yelled at her, taking the letter she'd written and shoved it in her face. "This proves it!"
"Ron, it's not like that! We're just—" She took a step forward, but he backed away.
"No!"
"What's going on?" Harry echoed Ginny.
"Ron!" Hermione said again, getting extremely frustrated.
"WHAT'S GOING ON!" Harry and Ginny yelled together.
"NOTHING!" Hermione and Ron yelled at them. Harry and Ginny rolled their eyes and Seamus just sat on the couch, looking confused.
"Hermione, you used me! You led me on! I never thought you'd do that…I guess I was wrong about you though…" He said, shaking his head and giving the letter to Harry. Not taking his eyes from Hermione's, he said—" Take it, read it, burn it." Then turned around and strode away, through the portrait hole, and away from Hermione's sight.
Hermione dejectedly walked upstairs to her room and sighed. She groaned and threw herself back across her bed. I really did it this time…she thought to herself. The perfect guy is madly in love with me, and I have to go and get involved with his brother. She rubbed her eyes, trying to erase the image of Ron storming out of her room, and rolled over onto her stomach. She kicked off her shoes and laid her head on her folded arms and closed her eyes. She needed someone to talk to. Suddenly, she snapped her head up and reached into her bedside table, pulling out a piece of parchment and a spare quill.
Fred—
Meet me in Hogsmeade tonight at twelve, behind the Shrieking Shack. I really need to talk to you….
Yours, Hermione
Hermione took the note and shoved it in her pocket, then hurried down to the Owlery. She used a school owl to send the note to Fred, praying it got to him on time. She checked her watch; six hours until she had to be in Hogsmeade.
