A/N: Thank you to everyone who's reviewed! Please keep it up! I'm sorry for the irregular updates... I haven't had access to a computer very much. And I still don't own Harry Potter, though. I wish I did. That would be very nice. Very nice indeed.

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"Where were you?" the youngest Weasley questioned Hermione as she walked into her bedroom. She and Ginny had become best friends (because as much as she loved Harry and Ron (though she was not very happy with the latter at the moment), having a girl to talk to was necessary, and also something she enjoyed), so Hermione was not surprised to find the girl sitting on George's old bed, waiting to interrogate her.

"I went outside and watched the sun set by the lake," she replied. 'With your brother. Whom I ended up snogging. Oh no, not Ron, the one I was dating before I broke up with him yesterday. I was snogging with Fred.' she mentally added.

"By yourself?" Ginny asked suspiciously, knowing there was more to the story than what Hermione was telling her. The girl had come in a good fifteen minutes after the sun had set. Aside from that, Hermione really was a bad liar.

Hermione sighed and realized that Ginny wouldn't give up until she told her the whole truth. She muttered a silencing charm, knowing that the Weasley boys tended to be very nosy, and also that her use of underage magic could not be tracked in a wizarding home. "Ginny, if I tell you what happened, you can't tell anyone. Understand?" Ginny nodded. "Not even Harry," Hermione added. "Don't think I haven't noticed the looks you two have been giving each other!" Ginny blushed.

"I won't tell anyone, I promise."

"Okay. Well, um, see..." where was she supposed to begin?

"Spit it out, Hermione!" the red-head said, not exactly impatiently, but not entirely joking either.

"Right. Well…" she went on to tell Ginny of everything that happened. But when she got to the part where Fred kissed her, the Weasley girl let out a shriek.

"He didn't! That is so romantic!" Ginny said, reaching an epitome of girly-ness. Her face suddenly grew serious however, when she remembered something. "But what about…"

Hermione's eyes grew wide. "Ron," they both muttered at the same time.

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Fred apparated back to his flat after he watched Hermione walk back to the Burrow, still not quite believing that he had kissed her. 'She kissed me back,' he thought to himself, causing a huge grin to appear on his face.

"Hello twin of mine. Why so happy?"

Fred jumped back a bit when his thoughts were interrupted by an unexpected voice. "Hey George. What're you doing here?"

George brought his hands to his heart and got a pained look on his face. "That hurts, little brother." He was older by three minutes, and would not let Fred forget it. "Can I not come and check in on you occasionally?"

Fred just stared at his brother. "Whatever. How's Katie doing?"

"She's fine," George replied. "But I want to know why you're coming back so late, with such a big grin on your face. A hot date perhaps?"

"No, not a hot date!" Fred said a bit too quickly.

"So you were definitely with a girl then?" Fred remained silent. "That's what I thought. So who was it?"

"Did you know that Ron and Hermione broke up?" Fred said suddenly. 'Why the bloody hell did I just say that! Great...'

"Did they really?" a smirk appeared on George's face. "That of course wouldn't have anything to do with your grin and lateness tonight, would it?"

"George, I swear…"

"Don't worry, Fred, I won't tell anyone about your little crush on Hermione. Besides, it's not like you guys snogged or something." Fred looked down at the ground. "Wait, you guys…" George trailed off as Fred nodded. "But what about…"

Fred's eyes grew wide as he remembered. "Ron," they both muttered.

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Hermione walked into the kitchen for breakfast. It was still rather early in the morning, so she was not surprised that only one other person was in the room. Unfortunately, that person was Ron. Even Mrs. Weasley appeared to have left after making breakfast. She was about to turn around and go back upstairs, maybe to come back later when more people were awake, when she stopped herself. 'Ugh. I will not have him ruin my summer.' She thought as she sat across from him.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, each piling their plates with the food Mrs. Weasley had cooked. Hermione stared at her plate, pushing around some scrambled eggs, when Ron spoke. "Hermione?" she looked up at him.

"What?"

"Imreallysorryabouteverythingandhowiactedyesterday." He said too quickly for comprehension.

"Ronald, if you wish for me to understand what you are saying, speak audibly please," Hermione said, obviously still angry with him.

"Sorry," he said as he blushed, though he looked a bit hurt at the coldness of her words. "I'm really sorry about everything, Hermione. Calling you what I did,"

"I believe it was along the lines of 'filthy little mudblood'" she interjected.

"And that was horrible of me! I was angry… and hurt. But you know I don't really think that about you, right? Hermione, you're my best friend and you were that before my girlfriend. So I was hoping that we could still be, you know, friends?"

Hermione looked at him, searching to see if everything he was saying was true. She quickly came to a conclusion. It was. "It's okay Ron. And I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings. And of course we're still friends." Ron breathed a sigh of relief. "However," she continued, "if you ever act that way towards me again, I will feel no remorse about hexing you to a bloody pulp."

Ron's eyes widened, horrified. "Right. I swear I'll never act like that again. I know what you're capable of." She smiled.

"I'm glad that we're okay again, Ron. But now I'm going to go upstairs and get ready for the day," she said as she stood.

"Okay, she ya later," he replied, mouth full of food.

Hermione began walking up the steps when she saw them. "Ahem." She coughed.

Harry and Ginny, who had been snogging in the middle of the stairs, broke apart, blushing. They had obviously assumed that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had left and that Hermione and Ron were eating breakfast. "Uh, good morning, Hermione," Ginny said, still blushing as red as her hair.

"Yea, 'Morning Hermione," Harry said, chuckling slightly.

"Good morning," the girl said, grinning and fighting back giggles. She knew there was something going on between them. They all stood there for a second, awkwardly. "Well, I'll just be going up…" Hermione pointed to her room.

"Yea… er, right. And we'll just be going down…" he pointed to the kitchen.

"Right," and they all walked to their designated areas.

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1 week later

Hermione sat at George's old desk, bored, with nothing to do. George had stopped by today, and Harry, Ron, and Ginny had all gone out to play quidditch with him. They had asked Hermione to join, but she absolutely detested flying, so she stayed behind. She stared out the window and found her thoughts drifting to Fred. She hadn't seen him since that night at the lake, and wanted to talk to him. 'Of course! I'll write him!'

Dear Fred,

How have you been? Summer at the Burrow so far has been uneventful, really. Ron and I are friends again. And a week ago I walked in on Harry and Ginny snogging! I always figured they would end up together.

But now, boredom has set in. George came over today, so he and everyone else are outside playing quidditch, while I'm in here with nothing to do. I finished 'Romeo and Juliet', by the way. Would you like to borrow it?

-Hermione

Hermione rolled up the parchment and attached it to her owl, Smudge, and watched as she flew away. She was surprised when an hour later, she received a reply.

Hermione,

I'm glad to here about you and Ron. And I'm not at all surprised by Harry and Ginny. Are they officially a couple yet? If not, I give it five minutes, tops, until that happens.

The shop is closing early today, at four. Would you like to meet me at the Three Broomsticks at 4:30 for a butterbeer? Since you are so bored and all...

-Fred

Hermione grinned before scribbling a quick reply of 'Sure! See you then! –Hermione' and sending Smudge with the note. She glanced at the clock on the wall. 3:45.