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A/N: Wow, thank you to all of my reviewers, I really appreciate it. AmberJupiter: Thank you for the advice, but hey, it's summer, I'm at my dad's and I have nothing else to do but write for the next 24 days. Luna Luck: I'll try to describe Fred more here, but the whole whether he's built thing will come in later chapters. Don't worry, you'll like it. Well, anyway, again, I send my utmost thanks to Fluffy Puff Marshmellow for helping me put this up! Love you girlie! Here's Chapter Two!
Chapter 2:"I think you're going to need a few more hangers, there are, like, five in this closet." Ginny said. Hermione looked up from the trunk on the bed.
"Huh? Oh, do you have any? If not, I can just put most of it in my dresser..."
"No, that's fine, I know you wanted to put your books and journals in there. I'll be right back." Ginny exited the room and went to her own for the hangers. Hermione looked back down at the trunk and resumed the action of grabbing pairs of folded jeans and depositing them into the top drawers of her dresser.
There was a slight tap at her door and Hermione turned. "Hi Ron." She said when she saw the lanky red-head, forcing a smile and thinking, 'Please, give it up...'
"Hey Hermione. Need some help? I can help." Ron offered eagerly.
"No, it's fine, Ginny's got it covered.
"Oh..." He began, looking down at the floor. Then he perked up a little. "I'll see you at dinner then!"
"Yes, of course." Hermione replied. Ron bounced off, back to the stairs and to his own room. Shortly thereafter, Ginny returned.
"Was Ron bugging you again?" Hermione shrugged and Ginny rolled her eyes. "The great prat." Hermione choked back a laugh and the two girls continued unpacking. Later, Ginny left Hermione to herself so she could take a bath. Hermione sat on her bed and opened her journal.
July 2nd
I'm here at the Burrow now. I just finished unpacking with Ginny's help. I still have yet to figure out a way to deal with Ron. I'm just not interested. Anyway, Fred seems to be doing pretty well. With George's marriage it must be a bit strange for him now...I'm sure he'll find a nice girl of his own...I wonder what it would be like... Oh, I don't know what is wrong with me! The Weasley's are like family to me! But still... Fred is very... Refreshing maybe? Intelligent? Well, yes, I suppose he really is...and rather good-looking...
Hermione stared at the things she had writtten and then slammed the journal shut. She would forget about all that. It was nothing but teenage hormones...
"Dinner's ready!" Came the booming voice of Molly Weasley, cutting Hermione from her strange thoughts. She shook her head and got up, placing the journal in the bottom drawer of her dresser.
When Hermione got downstairs, everyone else was already there, except for Fred. Hermione took one of the empty seats, in front of Ginny, who happened to be on the right side of Ron, which meant she was diagonal to him. Mrs. Weasley was setting plates in front of them when Fred clambered down the stairs.
Fred sat beside Hermione and gave her a small grin, which she gracefully returned with a small smile. 'He's almost twenty, he's almost twenty,' her mind repeated. They all began to eat when Mrs. Weasley joined them at the table. Bill was talking to his parents about his new love interest. Ginny began talking to Hermione about a book she had just read that she had told her about. They began discussing many books that both of the girls had read, and Ron was listening with rapt attention. Well, really he was admiring Hermione, which made her slightly uncomfortable. Fred noticed this with delight. Sure he loved his brother, but did he have to be nice?
"So, Hermione!" He cut into the conversation rudely. Both Hermione and Ginny looked at him, which snapped Ron out of his trance. "Any new love interests as of late?" Fred asked. 'Don't get jealous if she says yes, you will NOT be jealous.'
"No, no, not at all...I'm far too busy with studies and schooling to be bothered with things so frivolous." She replied, cocking her eyebrow a bit, as if to say, 'Really, Fred, do you want me to break your brother's heart?'
"Well, that is rather sad..."
"And why do you say that?" Hermione asked indignantly. Fred shrugged.
"You're just very pretty." He answered nonchalantly.
"Uh-huh." Ginny said, eyeing her brother strangely. Ron glared, red-faced. Fred gave them both a cheeky grin only he could conjure up.
"Well, I'm off to bed!" Fred announced happily, standing from the table. "I'll see you all in the morning then?" Everyone nodded, but Ron was still a bit angry and Ginny suspicious. Hermione was confused. She didn't know whether to be insulted or pleased.
Later on, as Hermione lay on her bed, she thought of how her heart did a little jump when Fred had called her pretty. 'This is starting to get kind of strange...' she thought before falling into a sleep strangely filled with a certain Weasley...
Fred lay in his bed, in his room down the hall and smiled to himself. Soon, Ron would finally realize Hermione wasn't interested... And maybe... Just flipping maybe... She would maybe consider having feelings for him. 'But,' he thought. 'I suppose I have to tell her how I feel, sooner of later...' He then drifted off.
A/N: There it is. What do you think? Review and let me know! Chapter 3 will be up very soon...unless you all decide to be very naughty, and don't review, which makes me decide not to put it up after all... Hehehe... Tread lightly my dears...lol