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A/N: Okay, people say I update fast, but I really don't think so, but hey, if it's good for you, it's good for me. Well, anyway, I didn't want to do this, but I really don't have much choice if I want ya'll to still love me! I'm leaving tomorrow at 11 to go to see my grandparents until Monday, so that means no updates for about 4 or 5 days! Or wait...6 maybe, I dunno. Well, anyway, then next Friday, I'm going back to where I live in Florida, so updates won't be quite as often. But, I will be trying! So, here is Chapter eleven, and coming right up after this will be Chapter 12 and MAYBE Chapter 13. That's alot of updating in one night...

Chapter Eleven

Fred,

If you want to talk about everything that has happened, meet me tomorrow night in Hogsmeade at the Shrieking Shack. If you want to work this out, be there at precisely midnight.

Hermione

"Okay, take this to Fred Weasley in Hogsmeade." The brown owl flew off and out the window with her letter, and Hermione exited the owlrey. She hurried to the Great Hall for lunch. Once she arrived, she took a seat by a revenous Ginny.

"Hey Mione."

"Hello Gin."

"What's up?"

"Not much."

"Whatever."

There was silence as the hall gradually emptied, people hurrying back to their dorms to grab textbooks before their next class.

"I'm meeting him tomorrow night." Hermione said quietly. Ginny looked at her.

"What are you going to say?"

"More like, what is he going to say?"

"What do you plan on asking him?"

"Well..." Hermione paused to think. "I suppose I'll begin by asking him why he kissed me in the beginning. No...no, I'll begin by asking him why he wrote that letter!" Hermione's eyes took on a bright twinkle.

"Uh...Mione...You know why..."

"No! Gin, don't you get it? If he was so annoyed by Ron's obsessing over me, he would have had you write the letter."

"Well...I suppose, but even if it was a different motive that had him writing the letter, wouldn't you think he'd still have me write it, since that's what it said anyway?"

"No, because if George is telling the truth, than maybe he just wanted to see if I'd come by his request. To see how things stood between us!"

"I suppose that might be it..." Ginny said. "It is a bit sketchy, but it makes sense."

Hermione was grinning ear to ear. "That is what I am going to ask him!" She glanced at her watch. "We gotta get to class!"

The next night, Hermione rummaged through her clothes like a mad woman. She would never admit she wanted to look hot for a guy, but it was the truth.

"Zabini!"

"What?" It was 10:30 and Blaise walked into her room when she opened the door and called him. "Oh, lookin sexy Granger. As always." Hermione blushed. She was wearing a clingy pure white tank top that had gold sequins spread across the chest and thinning out as it went a bit lower, and loosened a bit at her waist, where it waved out with sheer layers. She was also wearing a pair of faded, comfy fitting jeans, with white tennis shoes. Gold hearts were dangling from each ear. She looked very stunning, the perfect mix of casual and eloquent.

"You think I look nice?"

"You could seduce the coldest heart with barely a flutter of your eyelids."

It was true. Her eyelashes were enhanced by a sweep of mascara, and lids accented by silver dust. It was all she needed.

"You really think so?"

Blaise smiled. "Aw, beauty, whoever the man may be that you are going to be with tonight, he is definitely very, very honored, as I am, just to be in your presence."

Hermione laughed. "You're such a poet Blaise!"

"I try." That's when something very strange happened: He hugged her. "Good luck Hermione." He wished her as he pulled back.

"Thank you."

Finally, at a quarter til 12, Hermione set out to sneak through the castle, til she made it onto the grounds. As she neared the Womping Willow, she drew out her wand and sent a spell towards the knob at the trunk, stopping the thing momentarily as she rushed through the entrance to the tunnel, careful not to dirty herself.

Shaking slightly, she eventually entered the Shrieking Shack. She climbed the stairs and looked towards the bed.

He was already sitting there.

A/N: Okay, a very long list of shout outs.

NinePurpleClouds: Hey, thanks for reading my story, all just because I have been reading yours and stuff, and reviewing. So, I guess we're good, right? Well, anyway, I hope you're really liking this.

Keilen: Aw, is it really one of the best stories you've ever read? Seriously? That makes me feel happy beyong belief! I have worked so hard!

JamieGirl: Heh, marriage did do George some good, didn't it?

Russ: Okay, next chapter, and it will be "The good stuff."

the pure rose: Wow, original? Not completely so, there are lots of Fred/Hermione's, but I am so glad you think I have done a good job of making this a realistic thing.

Okay, not so long. I have had many great reviewers, and the ones that I don't mention are thanked immensely. I really love ya'll, whether I put your name here or not, and you have no idea how much I appreciate your support and kindness!