"Ginns?" Hermione knocked on their door. "Ginns?"

"What, Mione?" She said grumpily.

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked sitting beside her on Ginny's bed.

"Harry. He's an arrogant git. I don't even want to be with him anymore. He's all like 'I love you, Ginny' and then he's all like 'Hermione's hot, though.' And then he's all like 'I hate Hermione, who does she think she is?' and then he's like 'Ginny, can you stop hanging on me?' What the hell am I supposed to do, I am his fucking girlfriend!" Ginny yelled.

"I know. I know. It's all my fault. You have got to sort your feelings out for him by yourself. I can't help you there. And he has to get over me because I love Fred. For the first time, I am sure of it. He needs to swallow his pride and admit someone's better than him." Hermione said.

"It all makes perfect sense, Mione. But it's never that easy. So, how did this thing happen with you and Fred, because whatever did happen sure happened mysteriously." Ginny questioned.

"Well, I got up one night, and he followed me outside and we kissed. And then we are together. It all happened really fast. But I know now, Fred has always been the one I wanted." Hermione said, her thoughts slipping into dream mode. "I guess, ever since third year. He just never said anything and I didn't either."

"Umm, Mione? Can you go downstairs and tell Harry to come up here. It's now or never that I get this sorted out. Thanks for everything, Mione." Ginny said.

"No problem." Hermione got up and walked down the stairs. She could hear the boys talking.

"Hermione's hot, dude." George said.

"Yeah, she is." Fred answered.

"Yeah, and then you go and steal her away from me!" Ron yelled.

"How long have you liked her, Ron? Since what, maybe fourth year, around Yule Ball time? Yeah, see here, Ron, I've loved her since I saw her first year." Fred said, winning the argument.

"Yeah, whatever, Fred. She's probably playing you anyway." Ron said, walking out of the room.

"You ass hole! Don't ever, ever, ever say that I am playing someone!" Hermione yelled, and she slapped Ron across the face. A handprint began to appear and it started turning as red as Ron's hair.

"Harry, Ginny wants you upstairs." She said quietly.

"I guess we were never meant to be friends anyway." Ron said, and he walked up the stairs to his own room, rubbing his face. She heard the door slam.

Hermione sank to the floor, her head in her hands. Fred rushed over, and put an arm around her. "No, Fred. Just go." She said in a whisper.

Fred looked hurt. He pulled his arm away, and said, "If you need me, you know where to find me." He walked away.

Harry knocked quietly on the door. "Ginny? You need me for something?"

"Yeah, come on in, Harry." Ginny was leaning against her dresser.

"Listen. What's going on with us? I mean you said you loved me. Then you said your feelings changed. Then you said everything was fine, I was the one you wanted. Then you said to my face you think Mione is hot. Then two hours later, your telling me you hate her. Then you tell me to stop hanging on you. Tell me what you want, Harry, and I swear to god, I'll give it to you." Ginny said, looking him straight in the eye.

"I, I, I don't know." Harry responded, shifting his emerald eyes down to the floor.

"Then I can't be with you, Harry. I am not going to sit here and be here for when you want me and go away when you don't." Ginny said. "You need to make up your mind. And so you know, Hermione is not interested in you. At all."

Hermione got up off the floor and walked up the stairs. She knocked gently on Ron's door. "Ron? Ron, can I come in?" There was no answer.

She turned the door knob anyway, and walked in quietly. Ron was lying on his bed facing the wall. "Hi." She said.

"Hermione, I don't want to talk to you, so if you don't mind?" Ron said, not bothering to look at her.

"I don't care, Ron. I am sorry, okay? I am sorry I hit you, it was terrible of me. And I am sorry I don't feel the same way for you. I am sorry I am dating your brother. Okay? What do you want me to do?" Hermione asked, now reduced to tears.

"Hermione." Ron said.

"What?" She cried.

"I should be sorry. Not you." Ron said. "I am sorry I said you were playing Fred. I am sorry I put the pressure on you for dating my brother instead of me. But it tears me up to know I can't have you."

"I know. But does this mean we can't be friends?" Hermione asked.

"I'd rather have you as a friend in my life, than not have you in my life at all." He replied, still staring at the wall.

"Ron. If you know nothing else, at least know this: I will always love you. Maybe not as my lover, but as my friend. Always." Hermione said quietly. With that, she turned to leave. "Good night, Ron."

"George, I've lost her forever." Fred said.

"Dear brother, she was upset and wanted to be alone. It had nothing to do with you." George said, tweaking a piece of candy with his wand. "Now, do you think if add a little bit of Fire Whiskey to this, it will set a person's mouth on fire without causing severe burns?"

"I don't know. I can't think about WWW right now." Fred said, pacing back and forth.

"Fred, get a grip, dude. We have got to get new items out, and soon, before Zonko's gets their new line out." George said, squirting three drops of whiskey onto the piece of candy.

Knock, knock. Fred threw the door open. "Oh, hi, mum." Fred said, his voice dripping with disappointment.

"Here are your clean sheets, and a sweater, too." Mrs. Weasley handed Fred the sheets.