A/N: Ah...nothing like raving to get the blood flowing. Now that I'm completely out of breath, I've got some ideas! Anyway, enjoy, and I love my reviewers like a fat kid love cake. :)

Chapter 8: If It's Games You Want...

Disclaimer: I don't own them, and if I did...the books probably wouldn't be meant for kids...

Ginny immediately ran to the boys dormitories and knocked on the 7th years door. George opened the door and stopped his sister before she even said anything.

"He's not here, and he won't talk about it either."

"But, he didn't even let Hermione explain..."

"I tried already, Gin. If he won't talk to me, he won't talk to anybody. Even you."

"Well I just hope he doesn't go off and do something stupid..."

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The next day when Hermione came down for breakfast, Fred took one look at her, got up, and walked out of the Great Hall. She did her best to hold back her tears and continued to butter her toast. The rest of the day, she felt lost. She had become so accustomed to him walking her to class, and holding her hand, that it felt weird not to have him there. After dinner, Hermione began her prefect rounds, walking around the corridors. She rounded a corner, and heard giggling. She walked a little further and saw two pairs of feet sticking out from underneath a tapestry.

"Hey! I'm a prefect, and you're out in the hall after curfew." She stood outside the tapestry and waited. To her surprise, Parvati Patil came out, with none other than Fred Weasley in tow.

"Oh, the ickle prefect. Are you going to turn us in 'Mione?" Fred smirked at her and wrapped his arm around Parviti's middle.

Hermione couldn't believe her eyes. She felt the tears start coming, and she turned around a ran back to the Gryffindor common room. She didn't stop when she reached it, and headed up the girls stairs. Ginny saw her run up, and then a few minutes later, she watched Fred and Parvati arrive. Putting two and two together, Ginny stood up.

"You bloody git!"

Fred turned around and looked at his sister. "You kiss our mum with that mouth?"

"FRED WEASLEY! Oh Merlin help you, I'm going to write mum and tell her what a prat you're being!"

On this note, Parvati mumbled something about sleep and ran up the girls stairs. Ginny was closing in on her brother quickly, and he was backing himself into a corner.

"How DARE you treat Hermione this way. Fighting with her, not even letting her get a word in edgewise to explain herself, and then the next day running around with that slag!"

"I don't need to listen to you, Ginny. It's my life, I'll do what I want." Fred growled. "And, obviously, Hermione doesn't care about my feelings, so why should I care about hers?"

"Fine then, don't listen to me Fred. But wait till Harry and Ron hear about this. You'll be hearing it from them, I'm sure." She turned to walk away. "Oh, and if you don't fix this, I will write mum. I promise." She stalked away, leaving an angry and hurt Fred in the corner.

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Hermione sobbed in her bed, with the hangings closed and a silencing charm on them. She didn't care to hear Parvati come back, or if Ginny came up to check on her. She wanted to be left alone. How could she be so stupid, thinking Fred actually cared about her. If he liked her like he claimed he did, there's no way he would have been able to run off with Parvati the day after they fought. They had never even really broken up. 'Well, if he can move on so easily, then so can I. I just need to find an unsuspecting Gryffindor boy...maybe Fred will realize what he's missing..' Hermione sighed.

"Well, if it's games he wants, then he's got them..."

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The next morning, Ginny came into Hermione's room, to find her getting ready for the day. She was wearing a short black skirt, and a light pink t-shirt, with a grey thin zip-up sweater over it. She was in the middle of straightening her hair.

"Hey Gin."

"Hey, how are you?"

"I'm doing okay I guess. I've been better though."

"I'm really sorry about my brother, 'Mione. He's being horrible to you." Ginny sighed.

"Oh it's okay Ginny. I've got a plan though." Hermione grinned.

"Oh?" Ginny smiled. "Go on..."

Hermione giggled. "Well, he wants to play games? He's gonna get games all right. In the worst way..."