Things were surprisingly not weird at the burrow that evening. Fred and Hermione had waltzed in, hand in hand, when the rest of the family and Harry were sitting at the table for dinner. Nobody questioned them when they sat next to each other, Fred's hand on top of Hermione's on the table, nobody questioned them when they snuggled up to each other on the couch after dinner, in fact, the first time anyone mentioned the change in Hermione and Fred's relationship was just before Hermione fell asleep that evening when the following conversation occurred:

"Finally," said Ginny.

"What?" asked Hermione sleepily.

"You and Fred"

Hermione smiled into her pillow

"What does everyone think about us? I mean, nobody said anything so I was unsure."

"Nobody said anything because it was so expected. I mean even mum joined in when we were taking bets on how long it would take for you two to kiss."

Hermione was very glad it was dark when Ginny said this because she was sure her face resembled the colour of a tomato.

The next day Fred decided to take Hermione shopping. He couldn't stop staring at her as they walked down the busy road.

She was wearing tight jeans and a white singlet top.

They were having a great day; Hermione got to try on all sorts of clothes and Fred got to stare at Hermione as she tried on all different clothes.

"Hey Fred," said a sexy little blonde as Hermione and Fred walked into a new shop

"Hello Chloe," said Fred.

Then Chloe pulled Fred into a hug and kissed him on the cheek.

"What brings you here today," the blonde said, battering her eye lashes as she spoke.

"Well, me and Hermione are shopping."

"Oh," Chloe said, loosing all her niceness when she looked at Hermione, "Any way Fred I have to talk to you very soon, maybe coffee today?" she suggested.

"Well I'm busy, shopping"

"Fine," she said, and stalked to the back of the shop.

"What was that all about," Hermione said, speaking for the first time since entering the shop.

"Oh, nothing, she's just, never mind, do you like anything in this shop?" he said changing the topic.

Things went down hill from there, Hermione was becoming what she hated to become … jealous. She was noticing owls arriving for Fred, always signed: love Chloe, Fred was meeting up with her every few days and Hermione was feeling left out. She may of felt better if Fred told her what was going in but he just said they were talking and she need him to talk to because he understood her.

The final straw was when Chloe turned up at the burrow doorstep at 8:00 at night.

Hermione was sitting in Fred's lap and he was lovingly playing with her hair.

The door bell rang, "how unusual," Mrs Weasley said, and got up to get the door.

The moment Chloe walked into the lounge room Fred jumped up, carelessly knocking Hermione off him and asked her "What's the matter?" and put an arm around her, leading her up to his room, without a backward glance at Hermione.

Hermione left the lounge room to go out side, but not before Ron saw the tears in her eyes. He followed her a few moments after she left and found her sitting on a rock, staring into the sky.

"What's up?" he asked her

"Nothing, I'm fine, just needed some air," she said, wiping her eyes.

"Fred's being a jerk isn't he?"

Hermione burst out in tears and Ron awkwardly patted her on the back.

"He loves Chloe, I just know it, I can tell," she sobbed

"Why would he be going out with you, she probably just has some serious issues and he is helping her through, but he should be paying more attention to you, I think you should go talk to him."

10 minutes later Ron had calmed Hermione down enough to force a soothing cup of tea into her hands. She drank it and felt surprisingly better.

"Wow, who knew tea actually made you feel better?"

Ron laughed. "So are you going to talk to Fred now?"

"I guess I better, what's the worst that could happen?"

Hermione walked up the stairs, happy that Ron had made her feel so much better, why hadn't she thought of talking to him? It seemed so obvious now. She opened the door to find a horrific sight. Fred and Chloe's clothes discarded on the floor as they had sex under the covers of Fred's bed.

She backed out slowly; no one had noticed her walk in, turned and walked slowly back down the stairs. Ron was sitting in the lounge room when Hermione, still in shock walked up to him and sat next to him.

"How'd it go?" he asked

Hermione, too shocked to speak just faced forward, a tear slid down her cheek. She couldn't have said what the tear was for if Ron had asked. She didn't know herself. Was it sadness, anger or confusion? Or all of them rolled into one?

Ron jumped up and ran up the stairs to Fred's room, opened the door, saw what he expected to see, pulled the Chloe and Fred apart and punched Fred in the face.

"What the fuck are you doing man?" Ron yelled at him, while Fred wrapped a blanket round his waist.

Ron looked at Fred, and Fred looked back at him. Ron was confused because Fred looked confused and Ron couldn't understand why Fred would be confused. Then Fred broke the confusing moment by apparating away.

(A.N well there you go, are u confused, I am too don't worry. I had major writers block before and I couldn't think of something good to happen so I made it bad. Sorry that the story changed so drastically but I just couldn't make it work otherwise, I hope I haven't upset any of my reviewers, please continue reviewing, I love reviews.)