Disclaimer: Haven't we established that I am not J.K. Rowling?

A/N: Thank you, my first reviewers, I really appreciate your support! stars-n-moons91: Hey, thanks for being my very first reviewer, and yeah, you're probably right about the Jesus stuff, but hey, those flamers will get over it, I like the irony of Christianity in my Harry Potter fics, and I am a Christian too, so what the heck. Thanks for your concern and I hope you enjoy this chappie! AmberJupiter: Thank you, I am so glad you like it so far, so here, this chapter is for you, lol! Okay, well, here it is, Chapter 1!

Chapter 1

Hermione sat at a lone table in the Leaky Cauldron, her two medium-sized trunks beside her on the floor. Her parents had just left and she was waiting for the Weasley's to meet her so they could Floo their way to the Burrow. She pondered with her thoughts about Ron and how she would deal with him, once and for all. Apparently, over the summer before their sixth year, she had "transformed". Suddenly, alot of boys were changing their opinions about her. Her hair had in time grown out of the bushy brown mess, and into thick golden brown curls. She had gotten a little curvier, began to wear a little makeup, and she had worn more girly clothes. As in short skirts and tank tops that hugged her middle.

All throughout they're sixth year at Hogwarts, Ron had been fawning all over Hermione, along with quite a few other guys. But most of the other guys got the hint that she wasn't interested, and gave up. Ron thought he was hiding his fancy so well, but Hermione knew and was beginning to get sick of it. This summer, she would use the advantage of being at the Burrow to somehow let Ron know she was not interested in "updating" their friendship without embarassing him.

As Hermione was deep in thought, she took no notice of the redheaded figure sneaking up on her. She continued contemplating how she would show Ron that she wanted to stay friends, when suddenly a male voice went "Boo!" in her ear and she jumped and turned to face Fred Weasley.

"Fred! Don't do that, you scared me!" Hermione exclaimed in a huff. Fred had the decency to look slightly sheepish, but of course Hermione knew this was just a carefully honed skill he had used over the years with his mother. "Don't look at me like that, you goofy git! Where is your family?"

"Goofy git? Why Hermione, you wound me!" Fred whined, holding his hand to his chest. He sighed. "Well, Mum and Dad figured they would just send me, since after all, I was the one who sent you the invitation, and I would just help you with your trunk and Floo you in. Oh, you should have heard dear Ronnikins, he was going mad begging to accompany me." Hermione tried not to smirk at the thought of her best friend on his knees before his family, asking to follow his brother.

"Well, come on Fred, you bloody imbocile, let's go." Fred shrugged and picked up Hermione's two trunks and led her to the back of the Leaky Cauldron, where a fire was burning brightly in it's hearth. Fred set down her trunks and dug in his pocket, pulling out a little pouch and emptying a bit of Floo powder into one of Hermione's hands.

"Can you take one of your trunks?" Hermione nodded. "Okay, well then, lady's first." Hermione grabbed the lighter of the two trunks and threw the Floo powder in the fire. She stepped in and yelled, "The Burrow!"

Hermione stumbled onto the kitchen floor of the Burrow, where the Weasley family smiled down at her. She gave them a weak smile before scrambling out of the way for Fred. Fred stood up and grinned at his family, who weren't really paying attention to him, but instead were helping Hermione up and embracing her. There was loud chattering and Hermione was smiling and laughing at all the attention she was receiving. Fred stood there behind her and just stared, with a goofy grin on his face and eyes that were glazed over.

"Fred. Fred! Take Hermione's things to her room please! Stop being rude, standing there like that." Fred snapped out of it, and leaned down to grab Hermione's other trunk, amidst snickering from Ron, Ginny and Bill, who was visiting for the week. Fred sneered at them, and trudged upstairs with Hermione's things. He walked into her room, one of the guest rooms that was on the same floor as Fred, George and Ginny's rooms. He dropped her trunks beside the bed and turned towards the door.

Hermione was there, leaning against the doorframe, in her blue jeans and white tank top, smiling slightly at him, with her golden curls tumbling over her slight shoulders. Fred stood there dumbly, taking it in, until Hermione cleared her throat and he jumped a little. "Oh...um...well, yeah...So, I put your stuff..." Fred motioned towards the bed. "So...th-there...I'm sure you want to unpack now...So, yeah, I'll just go...If you want, I can keep Ron busy..." Hermione's smile widened as he stumbled along his words and laughed at his last offer.

"Oh, Fred, you really are funny. Thanks for your help, and I can handle Ron. I'm here to save you, remember?"

Fred shrugged. "Yeah...yeah, to save...me...so...I'll just go to my room now." He mentally screamed at himself for acting like Ron and being so obvious. She was just a girl, not even out of Hogwarts yet. Fred walked towards her, and before sliding past her and out the door, he was enveloped in a hug.

"Thank you Fred. Maybe we can get to be better friends while I'm here, and George is on his honeymoon." She said, releasing him. "It was Laura, right? The girl he married. She seemed really nice, I wish I had made it to the wedding." Fred nodded, regaining his composure.

"Yeah, Laura, she's cool, great sister-in-law. Well, I'm gonna go..." He pointed towards his room.

"Alright, thanks again. Ginny's on her way up to help me unpack. See you at dinner Fred." Hermione smiled and Fred returned it, then started towards his room as Hermione shut the door.

'Get a hold of yourself, Weasley.' He thought as he pushed open his own door.

A/N: Well, there it is, chappie one. Not so good, but it shows how crazy Fred is about Hermione. Soon, Hermione will stumble out of her state of blindness. I hope you liked it, though it was rather fluffy, and maybe slightly out of character for Fred. But, yeah. Newaz, I want to say a thank you to Sarah (Fluffy Puff Marshmellow, you should check out her fics) for helping me. Love you Rah-Rah Bear!