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Chapter Four
It had been three days since their fight, and Ron had still not spoken to Hermione. This was stressing her out even more than she thought possible. It was Tuesday afternoon, and Hermione was in the living room by herself, thinking. Ron had avoided eating breakfast at the same time as her, and even waited until after lunch and dinner was over to eat. It was getting ridiculous.
Hermione was dwelling on these things when Harry stumbled through the fireplace. She smiled and launched herself on him, whilst Mr. Weasley followed him into the room, carrying Harry's trunk.
"Hey Hermione, I'm happy to see you too." He pulled back and looked her up and down with interest. She was wearing a light blue tank top the said Armor For Sleep in crimson cursive, and white sweatpants that had My Chemical Romance down both sides of both legs. "Heh, cool bands. I've heard them a few times." Hermione sighed in relief, for a moment she thought Harry was checking her out.
"Come on, I have to talk to you." Harry took his trunk from Mr. Weasley and thanked him, then followed Hermione to his room on the same floor as Ron and Bill. They sat down on his bed after Harry set his trunk next to the closet.
"So, what's up?"
"Ron." Hermione told Harry everything, from Fred's letter to the fight and the way Ron was acting.
"Well, then, there is only one way to solve this."
"Curse Ron into oblivion?"
"Uh...No. Drag him in here and talk about it."
"Oh, good one. Harry, I want to ask you something. Do you like living?" Harry gave her a sarcastic 'haha' look and went to go find Ron. He came back with the angry redhead, who shot daggers at Hermione, and she returned the look gracefully.
"Stop acting like nine-year-olds, you're both seventeen now, okay?" Harry started. "Look, Ron, she should have told you sooner, but she didn't. Oh well. The two of you are best friends and I know you love each other. Hermione can't control the way she feels, and you know that. You'll get over her anyway, find some other wonderful girl, and Hermione will still be like your sister."
Ron sighed and looked at the floor. "I know..." He trailed off. "But..." He looked up. "Hermione, I'm sorry. Harry's right, you're like my sister. I know that now."
Hermione smiled. "Ron, I never meant to hurt you. I want us to stay friends always."
"I know...I do too." He admitted. Hermione jumped up and hugged him and he hugged her back.
"Okay, come on Harry, group hug." Hermione said holding out an arm. Harry laughed and joined them. Then the trio proceeded to sit on Harry's bed and talk for the rest of the night. At least, until Mrs. Weasley called them for dinner. Then they charged down the stairs and into their seats.
It was a pleasant dinner, with everyone laughing and talking, and Hermione still could not believe how readily Ron had forgiven her. She knew that meant that he had changed his feelings during the last three days. After dinner, they all went to the living room.
They all gathered before the fire. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley cuddled on the couch, and Harry and Ron sat, each on one side of the coffee table, starting a game of Wizards Chess. Ginny and Bill sat next to each other in between the couch and table, and watched Harry and Ron play as they talked to their parents and made fun of Harry's pathetic attempts at beating Ron.
On the other side of the couch, where the others really couldn't see her, Hermione lay. She was joined by a solemn Fred.
"Hello Hermione." He said with a very serious, low tone. Hermione fought off a giggle as she looked towards the ceiling.
"Hello Fred." She said in her own mockingly serious voice.
"I've got a secret." He said quietly, looking at the ceiling also. "You won't believe it." Hermione was reminded of a song by the band across her shirt. 'I've got this feeling, I was put here just for you...' she sung to herself.
"Yes?"
"It's about my brother."
"Which one?" Hermione said, fighting off another giggle, still staring at the ceiling.
"George." Fred whispered eerily. Hermione had a big grin across her face.
"Alright."
"He was a virgin when he married Laura." He said very quietly, as if he was a scandalized old woman, gossiping to friends. Hermione gasped theatrically.
"No!" She whispered. Fred nodded sadly. "Are you?" She asked.
Fred turned his head to look at her. Hermione kept her eyes on the ceiling.
"Are you?" Hermione then looked at him, still grinning.
"Does it matter?" She asked.
"I don't know, does it matter if I am?"
"Yes."
"Why?" Fred asked.
"Because I said." Hermione stated matter-of-factly, looking back at the ceiling.
"Alright Ms. Cocky." Fred sighed and looked up again. "Yes."
"No!" Hermione whispered, mocking his scandalized voice. Fred nodded.
"Well...I suppose I should come clean... I am too."
"At least my brother isn't alone." Fred said.
"I wonder if Laura was..." Fred tried not to laugh.
"Can you imagine how much he embarrassed himself?" Hermione nodded with silent giggles. Fred looked back at her with the most devilish grin. "What about your first kiss?"
"How innocent do you think I am?" Hermione whispered, looking at him. Fred shrugged. "Yes, I have had my first kiss. Have you?"
"I'm almost twenty, of course I have." He replied.
"Okay." She whispered.
"Okay." He whispered back, eyeing her closely.
"What?" She asked. Fred only shrugged again, no longer grinning. "I don't even know why I am having a conversation like this with you of all people."
"I'm just that good." Fred said.
"Mm-hmm." Hermione muttered sarcastically. (A/N: Can you mutter that?)
"Hey Hermione?"
"Hey Fred?"
"Do you want to kiss me?"
"Yes. I mean-" Hermione looked shocked. Fred grinned at his age-old trick. "I didn't mean that."
"Yes you did." Fred contradicted, leaning closer to her.
"No."
"Oh, Hermione, I think that is exactly what you meant." Fred leaned mere inches from her face.
"Your family-"
"Isn't paying attention."
"But-"
"They can't even see us." Fred cut her off again and had almost closed the distance between their lips. "Come on Hermione."
She didn't reply as he gently lowered his lips to hers. Her lips had been slightly open and his were too. He didn't take the opportunity for tongue though. He kissed her at first innocently, and it was the most beautiful thing she ever felt, when he deepened the kiss finally. Hermione found herself kissing him back, and not wanting it to stop. After a few moments, which was far too soon for Hermione, Fred pulled away.
"Not too bad Hermione." He whispered and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight."
He stood and bid goodnight to his family as well, and Hermione lay there stunned. He left the room, and Hermione confused.
"Ginny..."
"Yeah?" It was later, and Hermione was sitting on her bed, with Ginny next to her. "Never mind." Ginny eyed her older friend suspiciously, and thought back to earlier, when both Fred and Hermione had been unseen in the living room. She knew something strange was happening. Fred was probably her favorite brother, and she knew he just might have feelings for Hermione. She just wondered if he had acted on them... And if Hermione returned them.
"I'm off to bed then." Ginny winked. "You know, Hermione...having a boyfriend wouldn't be so bad, if you find the right one. Even if it was a Weasley." Hermione gaped at Ginny as she left the room and shut the door.
"I'm so confused!" Hermione moaned to herself softly, before cuddling into her pillow and sulking. The things she had felt when he kissed her... Things were happening so fast lately.
His words from earlier swam in her head. "I've got a secret. You wouldn't believe it." Was it a sign? 'I've got a feeling I was put here just for you.' Did it mean something? Something Fred wouldn't have known when he said it...
A/N: Okay, yeah, I know. You wanted it to be dramatic when Hermione and Ron made up. And definitely not so soon, right? Oh well, it's my fic. Sorry. I hope you didn't think the Hermione/Fred thing happened to fast. No, they do not start dating yet. Hermione is still confused. They probably won't even get together before she returns to Hogwarts. But, there will be many more yummy scenes between the two, I promise. Anyway, I hope this was a decent chapter, and since it has been a chapter or two since I said this, Fluffy Puff Marshmellow: I LOVE YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH! Okay, people, if you want more fluff, more love and more sweetness, I suggest you review. Be good now... Click on the button... That's it.