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A/N: Okay, maybe things seemed just a bit off in the last chapter. Oh well. Anyway, thank you reviewers, thank you. Here is chapter six.

Chapter Six

The weeks passed by lazily, as Hermione soaked up her days at the Burrow. She mostly spent the time hanging out with Ginny, Harry, and Ron. Finally, September first was drawing near.

It was August twenty-fifth and Hermione woke up and grabbed a black tank top that said Hawthorne Heights and a pair of jeans. After she took a shower and dressed, she joined everyone downstairs for a quick breakfast. After that was over, they prepared to Floo to Diagon Alley. Bill and Fred were to go with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.

They went to Gringotts and visited their respective vaults. After doing so, Bill went with Harry and Ron one way, while Fred let Hermione and Ginny drag him off to Flourish and Blotts.

Ginny was looking for her books for DADA while Fred helped Hermione look for a new book to read just for the fun of it.

"How about this?" Fred pulled a book off the shelf and Hermione looked.

"What to do when hippograffs invade?" Hermione asked skeptically, cocking her eyebrow at him. Fred shrugged and put it back.

"Just trying to help." Hermione turned back to the shelves and Fred stood and watched her. He had been struggling with his feelings all summer. He could tell her how he felt, and hope not to be shot down, or he could get over it. It did seem like Ron was over her, but he couldn't be so sure. It could still hurt him, and what was the likeliness that Hermione would like him? She didn't even like Ron!

'To her you'll always be one of the annoying and immature prankster Weasley twins.' He thought to himself.

"Fred. Fred! Come on, snap out of it. Ginny and I are ready to go!" Hermione was saying to him. He blinked.

"Yeah, yeah..." Hermione gave him a strange look.

'Why has he been acting so off lately? Even more so than usual...'

It had been a long time since he had kissed her. They didn't talk much since the night he woke her up after the Quidditch game, and Hermione thought she liked it that way. Of course, there was always the strange sensation she had when his arm would brush against hers, or something similar. And even the strange dreams she had woken up from, where she only recalled one thing: Fred was there.

They visited Madame Malkins and looked for a few other things from their lists. Then they went to the Leaky Cauldron to meet the others.

Fred was happy he had got to spend a day with Hermione, but he was also cursing himself. He knew he needed to get a grip and get over her. She was still in Hogwarts, and practically family really. And she was Hermione! Her liking a Weasley twin would go against all logic! And she was a very logical person, he was sure.

Fred helped his sister with her things and then went to Hermione's room. "Need anything?" He asked the brunette who was currently putting her robes in her Hogwarts trunk. She looked up at him.

"No, thank you." Fred nodded, but didn't move. "Was there something else?" Fred shook his head.

"I just like watching you." He said quietly.

"What?" But Fred just smirked at her and left. Once again, Hermione was confused. She had been able to forget about things, until now. He was just one big puzzle she couldn't make out.

After dinner that night, Hermione was sitting with Ginny in her room. She had a look of thoughtfulness on her face and Ginny finally decided to ask.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"It's my brother, isn't it?"

"What?" Hermione looked into Ginny's twinkling brown eyes.

"My brother. You have a thing for my brother."

"What are you talking about?" Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Something is obviously happening between you and Fred."

"Really Ginny-"

"Hey now, don't lie to me. I want to know everything." Hermione grimaced.

"He kissed me."

"When?"

"Like, three weeks ago."

"Oh, wow. That is like, such recent news!" Ginny commented sarcastically.

"Well! I was so confused. Because one night I came in after my shower or something, I can't remember what I was doing, and he was sitting on my bed, and I asked him what he wanted and he just said he wanted to say goodnight, so he whispers goodnight in my ear and leaves the room, just like that. And then the night when Harry came, and we were in the living room, we were talking, and then he just asks me if I want to kiss him, out of no where, and I said yes, and I swear it was an accident! And then he just leans over and kisses me, and then he leaves the room!"

"I remember-"

"And then he comes and apologizes like, the next day or whenever it was, and I'm like, 'Okay.' and he's like, 'Okay.' and then kisses me on the forehead and leaves the room. And then I fell asleep after you guys were playing Quidditch, and he wakes me up and it was so weird, cause when he touched me I felt this really foreign thing that I feel every time he even brushes against me, and then he just laughs and tells me not to fall asleep, and acts like, totally different. And I thought I wasn't confused anymore too! And I've been having dreams about him, but I don't remember a thing! And today, he was just staring at me in Flourish and Blotts, and I was like, 'Whatever.' But then, when we got home he came and asked if I needed anything and I said no, and asked him if there was anything else, cause he was still standing there. And you know what he said? 'I just like watching you.' And just left! What is that supposed to mean anyway? What is wrong with him? What's wrong with me?"

Ginny paused. "You done?" Hermione nodded sulkily. "It's simple Mione. You're in love."

"Am not!" Hermione jumped up and stalked out, leaving a chuckling Ginny Weasley.

"You're not what?" Fred asked when she almost collided with him after shutting Ginny's door. She stopped dead.

"Uh..." Hermione looked around frantically. "I'm not...going to...the...Quidditch game."

"Huh?"

"When we get back to school. I'm not going to the Quidditch games that don't have Gryffindor competing...Cause it's a waste of time for those not in the competing houses...I could get work done instead..."

"Uh-huh." Fred answered with a grin. "You're a strrange one Hermione." He then continued down the hall and up stairs. Hermione sighed, relieved. 'This is starting to get out of hand.'

There was no way she could possibly even like Fred. He was Fred! It wouldn't make any sense. And he definitely didn't like her. He just kissed her cause he probably thought it would be funny. That had to be the reason...

'But it was so nice...'

A/N: Okay, I put hard work into this chapter, so I hope you all like it. The next chapter will be up very, very soon, cause I know what I want to happen. The next chappie should prove to be very dramatic and confusing for our young heroine! So, review! Please? I really like them...They make me want to write...when I don't get reviews, I don't really want to write...