Hermione woke up the next morning very early. She followed the smell of eggs and bacon downstairs towards the kitchen. She found Mrs. Weasley over the stove madly cooking. Mrs. Weasley brought her some breakfast. Hermione was famished. So she quickly scoffed it down.
"Where are the boys?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Their out the back dear," Mrs. Weasley smiled knowingly at her as she continued her sewing.
Hermione ran out the back door and found Harry, Ron and Fred sitting at a small table. Fred looked up and grinned widely at her. He pulled out a chair next to him and beckoned her to sit down.
She walked briskly over to them and sat down ready to read her book. After a while, she began to feel really uncomfortable. She felt eyes watching her. She sighed and looked up.
"What?" she asked, staring around at the faces watching her.
"It's just-" Harry started.
"You're wearing make-up!" Ron blurted out goggling at her.
"You look beautiful Hermione!" Fred declared proudly.
"Thanks Fred," Hermione replied, tucking her hair behind her ear shyly. The two of them looked at each other adoringly as Harry and Ron looked from Hermione, to Fred, then at each other.
"Is there something going on here that we should know about?" Harry asked, giggling like a school girl.
"What?" Ron asked obliviously looking at Harry.
"Yeah actually, there is." Hermione admitted.
"Hermione and I are going out," Fred stated proudly as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Harry looked at them both happily, while Ron had a look of complete horror on his face.
"That's great guys!" Harry cried excitedly.
"Yeah….great," Ron smiled forcefully. Harry and Fred talked happily to each other, while Ron stared at the floor angrily. Hermione noticed Ron's expression. She knew that Ron had liked her, but she just couldn't return the same feelings to him. She just didn't like him in that way.
"Ron-" Hermione started.
"Just forget it," Ron mumbled and walked into the house.