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The Best of Me

Chapter 1

"CRAP, CRAP, CRAP! I'm going to be late," a flustered and angry Hermione Granger sped out of her house, jumping into her car; she drove away from her apartment at top speed.

Arriving at Kings Cross Station, Hermione parked her car grabbed her trunk and ran to the barrier, quickly looking around making sure no one was watching, she fell quickly through the barrier

Loading her luggage, Hermione jumped on the train, just as it started to move. Letting out a sigh she went to find her friends.

Stepping into the last compartment on the train, Hermione grinned to see all of her friends sitting around. Harry looked up at Hermione is shock.

"H-Hermione!" he stuttered out.

Hermione grinned to herself, she had changed, her frizzy hair was now straight, she had gotten taller, and her face no longer had any baby fat. Also Hermione had been introduced to wearing makeup, and skirts. But most of the time she wore jeans and a tank top.

"Yes, Harry," she grinned at him mockingly. "It's nice to see you too."

Shaking out of his stupor, Harry went over to Hermione and gave her a hug, "It's great to see you, Mina." Hermione giggled at the nickname, and hugged the rest of her friends.

Just then Ron walked in looking out of breath, and slightly flustered. "Hermione?" he questioned dully.

"Hey Ron, why do you look like you just ran around Hogwarts, twice!" Ron strode over to her, and pulled her into a kiss.

"Because I just ran through the train looking for you guys," he replied, his voice was calm, but his eyes darted nervously to the door, just as a shadow disappeared from sight.

Shrugging her shoulders at Harry, who also looked puzzled. She sat down next to the window, and pulled out a book, 'Dhampir,' by Barb and J.C. Hendee. (AN I don't own that book but I love it so it's in here now) Drowning out the sounds of everything, Hermione indulged on her favorite book.

Hermione was shaken out of her book stupor, when the train jerked to a halt. Putting her book back into her messenger bag Hermione made to follow her friends, but was separated from them in the crowd of students.

Shrugging her shoulders she climbed into a carriage that was occupied by none other than the Weasly twins!

"FRED, GEORGE!" she shrieked she gave them both a huge hug.

"Hi Hermione," they replied weakly.

"Oh my god, it's great to see you guys, we haven't talked in a real conversation in like, like-"

"Since your first year," interrupted Fred.

"Yeah, exactly! First yea-," she trailed off suddenly realizing what it meant. "Oh," she said softly.

"Yeah," George replied just as softly.

"We always tried to talk to you," said Fred sadly. "But Ron would never let us talk to you."

"Said we gave off a bad vibe," George said with a laugh. Both he and Fred started laughing, but stopped immediately when they saw Hermione's eyes start to fill with tears. They were both by her side instantly when the first tear fell, followed by one and then another.

The put their arms around her, and gave her a comforting hug. "I-I-I'm so sorry," Hermione choked out. "Y-You guys o-o-offered to be my f-friends, b-but I dropped you l-like dirt." The tears kept falling and no matter how hard Hermione tried to stop them they wouldn't.

Their little reunion was stopped when the carriage halted in front of the gates at Hogwarts. George stepped out, then Fred, who offered his hand to Hermione, and she gladly took it. She smiled at them shakily, "Thanks guys."

They simply nodded, 'Hey," George began. "Do you want to eat dinner with us Hermione?" Both he and Fred put on equally charming grins.

Shrugging her shoulders she said, "hey why not!" They strode up to the doors arm-in-arm with Hermione in the middle.

Coming into the great hall the sat down at Gryffindor laughing at a joke Fred had just made.

"So Hermione," George drawled out. "Can you tell the difference between me and my, comrade Fred here."

"Yeah I can, it's really easy."

"Like hell it's easy," Said Fred emphatically slapping his hand down on the table, "our own mother can't tell the difference, and you can?"

"The very idea is incredulous," said George mimicking his brother's action of slapping the hand on the table.

"No, I really can, George's eyes are slightly darker blue, while Fred's are tinted green." They both stared at her, mouths agape. "Pus Fred has a freckle on the corner of his left eye, while George has one on his right.

"I thought we were the only ones who new that," Fred said dumbfounded.

"It's only simple observation skills," Hermione replied as though everyone knew how to tell the twins apart.

Just as they were about to say something Dumbledore interrupted, "The feast can now begin." There was some cheering from the students as they began to fill their plates. Fred and George filled up their plates to as much as they could hold, and to their surprise so did Hermione.

"What?" she said to their amazed glance. "I'm really hungry, and she began to dig in. Shaking their heads they also dug into their food.

Two hours later they finished eating, feeling really fat. "Uggg," George groaned loudly.

Fred and Hermione, responded with groans equally loud, "Remind me never to eat that much again," Hermione said clutching her stomach in agony.

"Me too," Fred said also holding his stomach, as though it would fall off if he let go.

They were walking up to the common room slowly, behind all the other students, even though Hermione was having a great time, she wondered where Harry and Ron were. Shaking her head with a sigh, she knew that they were probably down at the kitchens begging for more food, well maybe not Harry, but Ron most likely was.

Hermione grinned fondly at the thought of Ron, when he asked her out, she had been to surprised to say anything but yes. The truth was she didn't have any feelings for him when he asked her out, but she grew fonder of him. 'Why does everyone think we're the perfect couple?' Hermione questioned to herself. 'I don't love him, but I'm pretty sure he loves me, and if we're still together at the end of this year, he'll ask me to marry him, and I'll probably crush him when I say no.'

Fred fell silent as he watched Hermione, a lone tear dripped down her face, but she swept it away quickly. Fred let out a sigh, they reached the portrait hole, and Hermione threatened the fat lady, to let them in. "YES!" Hermione yelled when they had gotten through. "I so made her let us in!" She jumped up and down like a child getting a birthday present.

"Hermione," Hermione stopped, turned, and froze when she heard the voice.

"R-Ron, what are you doing up," she stuttered out.

"Waiting for my lovely girlfriend, what else." Ron got up and started moving towards her. "And why are you in the company of my brothers," Ron spat out the word brothers as though it were something nasty.

"Walking, that's all," Hermione squirmed a little under his gaze. Then without any warning he kissed her, but was pulled off by Fred and George.

"Little brother, that's sick, don't do it in front of us," George said with mock disapproval.

"Yeah Ronniekins, don't go kissing Hermione in front of us," said Fred, but his mocking grin was forced, and his hands were clenching, and unclenching.

Ron just gave them a dirty look, and stormed up the stairs, Hermione just stared confused up the stairs. "Ok…. that was odd," she said with a confused expression on her face.

"He just doesn't want us around," George said offhandedly.

"He thinks we'll steal you away from him," said Fred with a real grin this time.

"Yeah right, like that would ever happen," Hermione said snorting with laughter.

"You never know," said Fred offhandedly. He and George drifted towards the stairs leaving a confused Hermione in their wake.

"What did he mean by that," she wondered aloud. Shaking her head she started up the stairs towards bed.

YAY I finished another chapter woot woot REIVEW please cause they make me write faster