A/N: Sorry my updates haven't been exactly regular. I haven't had much access to a computer. I hate the beginning of this chapter, I almost didn't add it. But I figured that I may as well.
Oh. I don't own Harry Potter, just incase you forgot. And, another thing, just incase you hadn't noticed, this isn't HBP friendly.
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"Hermione?" A voice yelled up the stairs.
Hermione looked up from Romeo and Juliet, which she had been reading intently for the last hour, sitting at the desk in George's old room. 'Guess everyone's back. This should be interesting,' she thought to herself. "I'm coming down, Ginny! Hang on a second!"
"Hey look! Muffins!" the witch heard Ron exclaim as she set down her book. She chuckled silently to herself, knowing full well what those muffins contained.
The girl walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen. She looked at Ron and then glared. 'Lavender! He turned into bloody Lavender! After giving me all that rubbage about him loving me he turns into Lavender!'
"Hi Harry, Ginny!" the two that were greeted just looked at her dumbfounded, confused by Ron's new appearance. "Ron." She glanced at him, looking him up and down.
Flashback
"They do what!"
"When someone eats one of these muffins, they turn into the person they fancy, fully unaware of the change. A development on our canary creams, I've been working on them for ages!" Fred explained.
"Fred Weasley, if you dare even think of giving me one of these!" Hermione began to yell at him.
"Woah, Hermione, I wouldn't dream of it," he said with a smirk. She glared at him.
"This could turn out to be interesting, however..." she said, smirking right back at him.
End Flashback
"Hermione, what's going on? Why is there two of me?" Ginny asked.
"Two of you? Why are there two of me? And why did my brother just turn into Lavender?" Harry questioned, causing Ron to look very bewildered.
This time it was Hermione's turn to look perplexed. Why was Harry calling Ron his brother? And why were both Harry and Ginny claiming there were two of them? "Wait a minute," it dawned on her, "did you guys all eat the muffins?" The three nodded. Hermione doubled over in hysterical laughter. The three just stared at her, more confused than ever.
"Um, Hermione, what's so funny?" Fred questioned as he walked into the kitchen.
She looked up at him. "They all… ate… the muffins!" she managed through giggles.
"What? But Harry and Ginny are… oh." He understood, and began laughing uncontrollably. He stopped, however, when he noticed Lavender standing in the middle of the kitchen. "Wait, what's Lav- Ron!" the Weasley twin had stopped laughing altogether and his face was now growing red from anger. 'He turned into bloody Lavender! After he had Hermione feeling so bad? I will kill him!' Fred clenched his fists.
Hermione stopped laughing when she saw Fred tense. His face was growing red, and his knuckles were turning white, he was clenching them so hard. "Fred, don't," she whispered.
"Hermione!" he yelled in response. "He made you feel like absolute crap, he called you a mudblood! And he got over you that fast! He turned into Lavender! He fancies her! That quickly!" Fred quickly realized what he had said had been rather harsh, but it was true.
"That may be, Fred! But that doesn't mean you have to do anything rash!" She hissed back.
"Wait a minute!" Ginny interrupted. "Those muffins, they turn you into whoever you fancy?" she looked mortified, almost as mortified as Harry.
"Yes, Ginny." Hermione replied.
"FRED WEASLEY!" his sister and Harry both yelled.
"What?" he asked innocently, momentarily leaving the argument he and Hermione were having. "Incase you guys haven't noticed, you both turned into each other," he said, turning back to Hermione and Ron who still looked like Lavender, leaving them to blush.
"Hang on," Ginny interrupted again.
"What, Ginny?" Hermione asked a bit impatiently.
"Why did Ron turn into Lavender?"
Everyone turned to Ron, who had just turned back to himself, and watched as Ginny and Harry did the same. "Good, now when I pummel you, I won't have to feel bad for hitting Lavender," Fred threatened.
"Now… I… don't…" Ron stuttered, obviously scared of his older brother, who had a good five or six inches on him.
"Fred, wait," Hermione stepped in front of the younger of the two Weasley boys in the kitchen. "Don't hurt him. He has every right to like other people. We're not together anymore," she said, keeping a surprisingly calm demeanor.
"But Hermione, he-,"
"Fred!" the girl cut him off. She gave him a look to say that they would talk about Ron later. The twin glared at his brother and walked out of the Burrow.
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"Hermione, you look much to skinny! Make sure to take extra helpings," Mrs. Weasley said, eyeing the girl worriedly. "You too, Harry," she added.
By the end of dinner, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all looked as though they were going to be sick. Mrs. Weasley kept forcing to take fourths and fifths on many of the dishes she prepared, muttering things about Hogwarts slacking off on their food this year.
'Perhaps death by exploding...' Hermione thought to herself as she stood. "Is there anything I can do to help? Perhaps the dishes?" she asked.
"My goodness, no! You're a guest! And after all you've been through recently! Why don't you just relax?" the woman replied, leaving the last statement as an order, rather than a question.
'Well there we go! She's used all the ways to kill me in one day.' the witch thought to herself again. She looked outside and noticed that the sun was about to set and remembered from past summers that it was really pretty to watch the sun set by the lake outside. Hermione slipped outside, hoping that no one noticed that she had left.
She took a seat beside a tree on the lakes edge, watching as the oranges, pinks, purples, blues and every color in between were reflected into the water. The girl was lost in her thoughts when she felt someone sit beside her.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hermione recognized the voice instantly.
"Yeah, it is," she replied.
"Why didn't you let me do anything to Ron today?" the person who sat down asked.
"Fred, violence isn't always the answer. And besides, there was no point."
"What do you mean, there was no point?" he asked, not raising his voice, but still showing his lack of understanding and slight anger.
"Ron doesn't have to like me. We're no longer dating. And couldn't let you guys hurt him for fancying someone else, if I do too." Hermione replied, mentally shouting at herself. 'Great! Now he's going to ask who it is!'
"That may be, but he still… wait! You like someone else? Who?" Fred asked. 'I wish it was me.' he wanted to add.
"You'd laugh."
"Me? Laugh? I never laugh!"
"Ha ha," she said unenthusiastically. "Anyways, it doesn't matter, because he doesn't like me that way."
"Any guy you fancied would be stupid if he didn't like you! And if I'm wrong, then I'm… crazy!" Fred exclaimed.
"See, Fred, that's the thing. You are crazy."
"Fine. If I'm wrong, then I'm not crazy." He corrected himself.
"You're also stupid," Hermione muttered to herself.
"What was that?" Fred insides jumped. He had heard, but thought maybe it was his imagination.
'Shoot! I said that out loud!' she mentally kicked herself. "Oh, um… nothing…"
Hermione noticed that the sun had set completely now, and remembered that she hadn't told anyone she had gone outside. They would probably start a search party pretty soon. "Well, Fred, it's getting late," she said as she stood. "I should probably go back to the Burrow." He stood next to her. "Goodnight," she added as she turned.
He caught her arm and turned her around, pulling her near him. She didn't have time to think about what he had just done, however, because right after that, he put his lips against hers. 'Oh Merlin! He's kissing me!' she thought as she kissed him back.
After they both pulled away, he whispered in her ear, causing shivers to run through her voice. "You should probably head back," he paused, then added, "Goodnight, Mione."
"Night, Fred," she managed to say, as she turned and began to walk to the Burrow.
