Unsure

(A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to update. I've been really busy and frustrated with lack of reviews! And I apologize for spelling Hermione's name wrong; I've been doing it the whole time! Ugh)

The rest of the summer flew by for Fred and Hermione. They spent almost every waking hour together. Sometimes they would sit and talk outside or just explore. One day, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George were going to play Quidditch. Hermione was going to sit out, but Fred pleaded her to fly with him.

"No, I'm too scared," Hermione giggled as he pulled her onto his broom in front of him. "Don't let me get hurt," she whispered seriously.

He turned her around and looked her in the eyes. "I would never let you get hurt. I would never let anything happen to you, ever," he told her seriously. She nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck and cuddled up against him.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Hey, you two lovebirds are you going play or sit and nuzzle?" George questioned them.

"Oh yeah, sorry," Fred mumbled and started blushing. Hermione settled down and they took off. They were swooping and diving, much to her displeasure. Though they said they were playing in the game, they were more to themselves than in the game. After they went inside, they were full of excitement because of the ride and they were all snuggled up on the couch the rest of the night.

"Hermione, I've been thinking about you a lot and I wanted to get you something to show my love to you." As he said this, he pulled out a long jewelry case. He handed it to her. She took it and as she opened it, she gasped. It was beautiful. I was a silver necklace with a large blue sapphire stone with crystals inlaid in the silver next to it. Fred slowly grabbed her hands in his and slid the necklace around her neck and clipped it on. He leaned down and kissed her slowly, then deepened the kiss. Hermione unwillingly pulled away, opening her eyes.

"I have to go think about something, alone," she said and ran off. Fred looked up the staircase with hurt, bewilderment, and downright worry.

"Does she not want to be with me anymore?" Fed thought uncertainly. He was worried.

Hermione ran up the stairs, tears streaming down her face. "Why did I do that?" she thought to herself. But she knew perfectly well why she did. She was scared. This couldn't last forever. She had to go off to school and he would have to go to work. It just wasn't going to work and she knew it. Hermione decided to postpone doing anything about it; she was too sad and couldn't think about it right now. She went into the bathroom and splashed her face with cool water and dried it off with a hand towel. After this was done, she took a large breath and composed herself once more. Hermione walked down the stairs and smiled at Fred. He looked at her tear-stricken face and the way she was sadly smiling at him.

"Hmm…" he sighed to himself.

"Dinner, kids," Mrs. Weasley called. Fred and Hermione sat next to each other in awkward silence throughout dinner. "Is everything alright over there?" she asked in wonder.

"Yes Mrs. Weasley; everything is fine," Hermione answered sweetly as she smiled back at her.

"Ok. I was thinking that tomorrow we could all go down and get our things, since your owls arrived this morning."

"Ok," they all chorused.

The next morning, they all woke up with Mrs. Weasley's smiling face looking down at them. "I'm up, I'm up," Ron said as he rubbed his eyes with his hands; trying to wake up.

All the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione headed into Diagon Alley an hour and a half later. They were getting all their necessary books in Flourish and Blotts and there was none other than Draco Malfoy.

"What are you doing here, you filthy little mudblood?" he asked with that famous smirk on his disgusting little face. Hermione was starting to get used to his same old insults he threw at her, day after day. She walked away; ignoring him.

"Mudblood, don't you walk away from a Malfoy. That's disrespect and I won't stand for it," Malfoy said threateningly.

"Why Malfoy? Why should I listen to you just because of your blood? Frankly, I'm sick and tired of you." Hermionie was fed up with him and wanted him to know it.

"What are you gonna do, Granger? Hex me?" he guffawed. She drew back her arm, clenched her fist, and socked him straight in the nose. He started bleeding immediately. "Oo bro mi noe," he spluttered through the blood. He ran off looking shocked.

"Wow Hermione, I had no idea you hated him that much," Ron said in awe.

"It's not just him I did that for," she muttered to herself, thinking about Fred.

After the day of shopping, they went back to the Burrow. Fred greeted her with a big hug. During the day, Hermione was thinking about Fred and was frustrated, so she took her necklace off and stuffed it in her pocket.

"What, what's this?" he asked as he looked at her empty neck. "Hermione? Hermione, is there something wrong?" Fred asked with concern and slight anger.

"Fred," Hermione said, "we need to talk."