Hey again! I'm back as promised. I hope you all like this next update. Sorry if the first few chapters aer a bit boring, but I need to get the story started first, before the good stuff.

Disclaimer: JK owns all things Harry Potter. The only thing that's mine is the semi existing plot.

Sortinghat086: You'll find out by chapter 4 why I named my fic. I don't want to spoil it.

To everyone else that reviewed, thank you very much. I loved to read your reviews, they get me writing. And to everyone who says Ron's cute, I agree, but Fred is so much cuter! hehe.

Chapter 2 The Fight

The next couple of days went by without incident as Hermione spent her days at the burrow with Harry, Ron, and Ginny at the Quidditch field, or in the garden, or anywhere else possible. It had been nearly five days since her night with Fred, and in the few times she'd seen him since then, they both conducted themselves well, giving no one any reason to suspect that anything out of the ordinary had happened between them. In fact, Hermione was currently yelling herself hoarse at Fred and George for a prank they had just pulled. Crookshanks was laying miserable in Hermione's arms with shocking blue fur, for the second time in three days, and Hermione had had just about enough of it.

"Change my cat back to normal right now!" she screamed at them. Fred and George looked at each other, seeming to have a silent conversation with their eyes, and then George stepped forward, raised his wand, and said the counterjinx, and they all watched as the cat turned back to its normal orange-brown color. Hermione just scowled and marched inside again, with Crookshanks hissing all the way.

"What did they do this time dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley once Hermione had gotten inside.

Hermione paused. She had already yelled at the twins, and she didn't think Mrs. Weasley would like to hear about their latest prank. She bit her lip, and finally replied, "Oh it was nothing, Mrs. Weasley. They were just making fun of my cat. That's all." Hermione said this very fast, and then made her way out of the room. She had already discovered this summer that she was a notoriously bad liar, and while she wasn't exactly lying, she felt bad about deceiving Mrs. Weasley for the second time.

"Hey Hermione," said Harry as she walked into Ron's room. Harry and Ron were engaged in a chess match in which Harry was loosing badly as always. Ginny was sitting on the floor next to them watching. She looked up when she heard Harry speak.

"Hey Hermione," she said.

"Hey guys," said Hermione. She then caught a significant look Ginny was sending her way. It clearly said that the younger girl wanted to talk. "Hey Gin, There's an article in the Witch Weekly that I think you might like. I have the magazine in your room. Want to come see it?"

"Okay, sure," said Ginny standing up. Then she turned to Harry and Ron. "We're going to my room for a bit alright?" The boys nodded, and then turned back to their game, so Hermione and Ginny left. Just as they closed the door Harry let out a groan, and Ron a cheer, as one of Ron's knights had taken Harry's bishop.

The girls soon reached Ginny's room on the floor below, and as soon as they closed the door, Hermione said, "Gin, What's up?"

Well," Ginny started. She paused, and Hermione looked at her expectantly. "You know how Seamus and I were dating?"

"Were?" asked Hermione skeptically. "I thought you were still dating. Oh Merlin, Ginny what happened?"

"It's nothing bad, but I wrote him last night to tell him that I'd rather just be friends," said Ginny slowly.

"You dumped him with an owl! Ginny, why-" Hermione started, before Ginny cut her off.

"I know it's a horrible way to break up with someone, but I didn't know when the next time I would see him, and I really needed to end it."

"Why are you so desperate to get out of a relationship with him?" asked Hermione, puzzled.

"Well that's what I wanted to talk to you about," said Ginny slowly, looking everywhere but at Hermione.

"Spit it out Gin," said Hermione, slowly getting an idea of whyher friendwould be so desperate to get out of a relationship with Seamus Finnegan.

"I sort of," started Ginny. Then she spoke very fast. "Well…I like Harry!"

"Oooh, Ginny!" squealed Hermione, getting up to hug her friend. "That's great!"

Ginny was grinning ear to ear, as was Hermione. Then Ginny got serious again. "He doesn't know though, and I don't know how I'll tell him."

"Oh Ginny, I think he may like you a bit too, so all you've got to do is show him that. He's a little shy though, so when the time is right, you may have to make a move. He's never been very forward concerning girls."

They both lapsed into giggles at this. They thought about Harry's previous experiences with girls, and realized Hermione was speaking the truth. "Well, I think I'll do that," giggled Ginny. "And I have him to myself all summer! This is great!"

The girls spent the next few minutes thinking about what Ginny could do to win over Harry. Then finally Hermione suggested they start to look at Witch Weekly, in case the boys came down. They flipped it open. The first article they came to was one that had been in the daily prophet the previous week, about a twenty one year old boy who had been attacked by his seventeen year old girlfriend's father. The father had found out about their relationship, and was reasonably upset. The article went on to give the wizarding laws on the case, which stated that the boy was dating a minor (any witch or wizard under the age of 18) and that was punishable by law in the wizarding world just as it was in the muggle world. It was deeply frowned upon in both worlds for someone who was considered a minor to date someone who was a legal adult. Generally, in the wizarding world, a legal adult was over 17, however for Fudge's twisted little law, 18 was still considered underage making it the same as the age in the muggle law.

"I feel bad for them," said Ginny suddenly. "Who is Fudge to decide who dates whom?"

"Yes, I agree. I don't think the ministry should have a say in it," said Hermione. "Just so long as everything is consensual," she added.

"Of course," replied Ginny. "That's so romantic though. Sneaking around with the person you love, knowing there is a danger of someone finding out at any moment. It's very Shakespeare."

Hermione and Ginny began to giggle again.

"What is so funny?" asked Harry from the doorway.

"Just girl stuff," replied Hermione. "So what are we doing now?"

"Well, Ron and I were thinking of going to the hill for some Quidditch. You two want to come?" asked Harry.

"Sure," the girls replied.

Hermione waited as the other three got their brooms, and the four of them walked out to the clearing where they had spent so much time playing Quidditch. When they got there, they were met by Fred, George, Katie, and to Hermione's surprise, Angelina. She looked at Fred for a moment. He and Angelina were talking, and he was smiling. Hermione felt an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she wondered briefly what it was, beforeher thoughts wereinterrupted by George.

"Hey guys! Want to play some Quidditch?"

"Of course not," replied Ron. "We just thought we'd take our broomsticks for a walk."

"We've got an uneven number of people though," said Katie, ignoring Ron's comment and counting those who had brooms. Hermione looked around and saw that she was right. "Someone will have to sit out."

"I will," said Angelina, to everyone's surprise. She walked over to the edge of the clearing and sat down by Hermione. "Hey."

"Hey Angelina," replied Hermione, still puzzled. "Why don't you want to play?"

"Fred," she said simply.

"Oh," Hermione replied, not really knowing what to say to that.

"I don't want to make anything anymore awkward then it already is," the older girl said. Then she turned to look at Hermione. "You know what happened right? Fred said you did."

"Er- yeah, I do," replied Hermione uncertain as to where this was going. "At least I think so anyway. What's up with you two?"

Angelina sighed. "I wrote him, and told him I'd just rather be friends, but you knew about that letter a few days ago right?" Hermione nodded, and Angelina continued. "Well, I'd just told Alicia and Katie, and they were lecturing me on what a horrible way that is to break up with someone."

"That sounds familliar," mumbled Hermione.

Anyway," said Angelina. "They managed to talk me into coming here to see how Fred was doing. I meant what I'd said in the letter. I really would like to remain friends. We were friends for years, and I don't want to lose that for anything."

She paused, and Hermione chose to speak. "Did you tell Fred that?" she asked.

"Yes, that's what I told him when I got here," said Angelina. "He said he agreed with me, and that's what had him so upset when he got my letter. He didn't want things to be awkward between us, and he was worried that they might. He didn't want to break up all of our friendships." Hermione nodded, knowing she meant the friendship between Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Katie, Alicia Spinnet, and Angelina. "We never really clicked as a couple, you know?"

Hermione kind of knew how she felt. She had had other boyfriends that she hadn't really clicked with, but they had never really remained friends after they broke up. With the exception Viktor, but they hadn't really gone out. She told Angelina this, and Angelina squealed.

"Oooh! I forgot that you went out with Krum! What was that like?" Hermione glanced over at Ron. This was usually a touchy subject, and Ron hated the fact that she was still in contact with him.

"Don't worry, he can't hear you," Angelina said, correctly interpreting her glance. "He's flying, so it's time for some girl talk. Dish. How was it being the girlfriend of a world famous Quidditch player?"

An hour later Hermione and Angelina were getting along wonderfully, Hermione having told her about Krum, and from there, they went on to discuss all the hottest blokes in Quidditch. Upon discovering that Hermione didn't know half of the Quidditch players she had mentioned, she immediately jumped up, dragging Hermione with her.

"Oy!" cried Ron, as the six playing Quidditch landed finally. "Where are you two off too?"

"You're done then?" cried Angelina. "Katie, Ginny, we need you guys to come with us! We've got Quidditch to look at!"

Katie and Ginny seemed to know exactly what she meant, and squealed as they ran over. "I've got some magazines we can use," said Ginny breathlessly as soon as she reached them. Hermione grinned, surprisingly excited. She never got to do any of this when hanging out with the boys, and thought it very fun. After hearing about some of the players from Angelina, she was excited to see what they looked like for herself.

"Where are you all going then?" called George.

"The Burrow, honey!" cried Katie, before all four girls dissolved into giggles.

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Four hours later, Hermione, Ginny, Katie, and Angelina all emerged from Ginny's room giggling. Mrs. Weasley had invited Katie and Angelina to stay for dinner, an offer that they gratefully accepted. They giggled all throughout dinner, and Hermione was surprised at how easily the four of them got along, considering the age differences, and the fact that they had never hung out before. They finally left around eleven that night, and Mrs. Weasley ushered them all to bed. Hermione exchanged a goodnight kiss with Ron, and then turned and went into Ginny's room to get ready for bed.

The next morning, Hermione and Ginny descended the stairs, and made their way into the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was serving breakfast to Mr. Weasley and the twins. Ron and Harry came down about five minutes after them and started to shovel heaps of bacon and eggs onto his plate, while Mrs. Weasley started her morning ritual of trying to shove more than Ron's amount onto Harry's plate.

When they were finished, Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were out in the garden sitting around a table, when Ron decided to bring up the night before.

"What were you four so giggly about yesterday?" he asked.

Hermione began feeling nervous. Ron would not be happy about their discussion, and she hoped Ginny wouldn't tell him. She tried to silently convey her thought to Ginny, who looked at her just as she was about to open her mouth, and seemingly got the message, because she quickly closed her mouth again. Hermione gave her friend silent thanks.

"Just girl stuff Ron," said Hermione.

"Care to enlighten me?" asked Ron.

"Well you don't look like a girl to me Ron," replied Ginny with a smirk to rival Draco Malfoy.

Ron simply scowled. He gave it up after a moment though. Unfortunately, the next minute a horribly familiar owl landed on the table. Hermione recognized it instantly. Unfortunately so did Ron.

"Isn't that Krum's owl?" he asked, eyes narrowed.

"Yes," replied Hermione nervously. She reached out for the owl. She knew this was a sore subject for him and he was liable to explode at any moment.

"What are you still writing to him for?" demanded Ron angrily. "You broke up with him ages ago."

"Yes, I know that Ron, but that doesn't mean we're not still friends," replied Hermione. She was beginning to get angry now. She knew he would be upset of course, but she just got so angry when he made it seem like he didn't trust her.

"Still friends my ass!" cried Ron furiously. "He wants you back, so you indulge him, and continue his little love notes!"

"How dare you accuse me of anything Ronald Weasley!" shouted Hermione shrilly. "It's not up to you to decide who I write to!"

"You're supposed to be my girlfriend, not his!" bellowed Ron. Hermione's blood boiled at this comment.

"I'm not his girlfriend Ron. I can't believe that you don't trust me," she shouted, eyes flashing dangerously. Most people see this look as a sign to back off, but unfortunatly for him, Ron was not one of these people. "Am I not allowed to talk to Ernie now either? I've dated him!"

"You don't talk to Ernie, so that's not a problem," said Ron. Hermione's jaw dropped, and Harry winced, knowing his friend's big mistake.

"I can't believe that you just said that, Ron Weasley," shouted Ginny. She had been watching the argument go from bad to worse, and now she had just seen her brother go absolutely over the line. "You're being the world's biggest asshole right now!"

"She's the one flirting with Krum!" shouted Ron, angered that his sister was taking Hermione's side. "Just stay out of this Ginny, you don't know anything."

"You leave her alone Ron!" cried Hermione.

"Mate, calm down, it was an innocent letter," said Harry, now trying desperately to avoid what he could sense was coming. "She's not doing anything wrong."

"She's writing Krum!" cried Ron.

"So she's not allowed to talk to anyone she's kissed before?" shouted Ginny.

"No!" shouted Ron angrily.

"Well then maybe you should keep a better eye on her when she's with Harry!" shouted Ginny. 'I'm sorry Harry,' she thought. Harry's eyes widened and he began shaking his head behind Ron. He wanted no part of this.

"What has Harry got to do with this?" shouted Ron. "They're just friends!"

"Exactly!" shouted Hermione. "But we kissed last Halloween, so doesn't that put him on your list of people I'm not allowed to have any contact with?" She silently sent a look of apology to Harry who was now cringing as Ron turned to face him.

"WHAT!" raged Ron. "Harry kissed Hermione! When did that happen?"

"Last Halloween, incase you didn't just hear her say it," said Ginny, rolling her eyes.

"You knew about this!" Ron screamed at her.

"This is exactly why we didn't tell you!" shouted Hermione. "Because we knew you would blow it completely out of proportion."

"What else haven't you told me then?" shouted Ron. "Having secret rendezvous with Krum too? How many times have you kissed him since fourth year?"

His words hit Hermione like a physical blow. She staggered. Ron had just stepped way over the line. "Well Ron Weasley," she screamed, shaking and white with fury. "If that's what you think of me, that I'm that untrustworthy, than perhaps we shouldn't date anymore! We're through!"

She spun around and ran towards the Quidditch field, blinded by some combination of tears and rage, leaving Ron to stare at her openmouthed, and Ginny shooting daggered at her prat of a brother. Nobody noticed the other two people who had seen the fight.

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Hermione sat down on the edge of the Quidditch field crying her eyes out. She just broke up with Ron. She had seen this argument coming as soon as the owl arrived, but she had never imagined how fast it would escalate, or how serious it would become. She couldn't believe that just a week into her stay at the Burrow, she had broken up with Ron. What would the Weasleys think? She buried her face in her hands and continued to cry. She didn't hear the footsteps behind her, and therefore was startled when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up into the handsome face of Fred Weasley. So shocked was she that she hadn't even registered the fact that she'd thought of Fred as handsome.

"Are you alright Mione?" he asked gently, sitting down next to her, and putting his arm around her shoulder. She leaned into him, burying her face in his shirt.

"No," she wailed. "I j-just broke up w-w-with Ron, and I didn't cheat on him, and he d-doesn't t-trust me, an-and I m-made him hate H-Har-Harry, oh Merlin, Harry! I c-can't believe th-that I d-did th-that to him, Ron wil b-be furious, and they'll n-never b-be friends again, and it all m-my fault!"

Fred wrapped her in a hug, and whispered to her. He began to trace circles on her back, just as she had done to him the week before.

"Shh," whispered Fred. "You had every right to do what you did, Ron was being a git. Nothing is your fault. You hear that? Nothing is your fault. Ron ad Harry will be okay Hermione. They're too good of friends not to be. You'll be friends with Ron again too. He'll get over it. George and Harry are with Ron now trying to calm him down. He'll be fine. You'll be fine. Everything will be okay, Mione."

Hermione's sobs eventually quieted, and finally she looked up at him, eyes red from crying. "Thank you Fred," she whispered.

"I owe you one," he replied. "It was nothing. You helped me out, so it's only fair that I do the same for you. I'm going to help you get over Ron."

Hermione smiled up at him. "Thank you."

"Do you dance?" asked Fred, looking softly at her.

"Yes, I do, but-" Hermione started. "But I never danced with Ron, he never wanted to go. There was always this lovely club in Hogsmeade that I wanted to try, but he never wanted to."

She looked down, trying to fight off another wave of tears. She was sad that she and Ron would probably never be the same again.

"I know something to take your mind off things," said Fred suddenly. Hermione looked up at him curiously.

He looked around for a moment, and then picked up a branch from the ground. He drew his wand, and muttered "portus."

Hermione looked at him in disbelief. "Come on Mione, you've got to touch it," said Fred.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out," he grinned at her and gave her a wink. She hesitantly reached out and touched it. Suddenly she felt the all too familiar pull around her navel, and they disappeared from sight.