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Chapter 7

Who does that? Just leaves you like that? Hermione had had enough of this. Nothing was normal, she didn't have a control that she could go back to. She was giving in, that would be the reasonable thing to do in this uncontrollable thing. Thing. It didn't even have a reasonable name to be called by. Nothing had been sane since the begininning of this thing with Fred and George. Hermione wasn't even sure which one of them she liked. Everything would be so much better if she just went back to being ordinary Granger, not sexy, just smart. Just normal. From now on, she was just going to be the same as she was before. But hadn't she arrived normal, when all of a sudden the the twins had turned that around? NO. No, she had enough. Bye-bye.

Fred had run away. Chicken shit. What was he scared of? Little Granger?

He hadn't been ready. It was as simple as that. And he didn't like her. Why would you kiss someone you don't like? Thats upsurd.

Why would you? It was just a game after all; right Fred?

Ginny had seen everything. She'd seen the almost kiss, the runaway, the furious Hermione, the confused one, and the one that was coming toward her right now.

"I quit," was all she said.

Ginny frowned,"You can't, you just started. Don't worry, this won't happen next time."

Hermione screwed her eyes up and threw her hands up in the air; a sign of frustrtion.

"What was this Ginny; a technical difficulty? He doesn't like me, no one does. I had enough of this."

"But you CAN'T. You can't just give in, Hermione." Ginny said stressing the word can't.

"Yes, I CAN,"Hermione retorted angrily and then added more softly,"I don't want to play this game anymore. The only one getting played is me."

Ginny could see the look of desperation on Hermione's face. The look that told her to end the game. Too bad Ginny wasn't the one pulling the strings. The game hadn't been started by her. And it could only be finished by the starter.

"Lets go home." Ginny finally managed, dissapointed.

Hermione forced a smile, a rather weak one at that, but a smile nontheless.Ginny had given her temporary release,"Yes, lets."

Back at the burrow, things only became weirder. George kept one pestering her; what he called flirting, what she called annoying. Fred avoided her like she avoided him. Ginny wouldn't stop urging her to continue their game. Harry had gotten over their little fight, but Ron refused to. He said she didn't respect him enough and that he wanted an apology. She'd told him to take his apology and shove it. Where, I won't say.

Hermione stared at herself in the full length mirror. This was starting to feel pretty stupid. She even forgot what she hadworked herself up about. She needed to be free. From all this stupid drama, that had somehow encased itself around her. Why should I stop being "pretty"? Because I can't handle it. Because I'm getting attention and its a bit scary. Well, grow up!Tomorrow's a new day, and its going to be better. MUCH BETTER... MUAHHAHAHAHAHA. Ok,geez, get a grip. I think I'm going mental. Who says MUAHAHAHAHA.? Mental people, thats who.

The light spilled through the blinds, and hit her face. Bothering her enough to make her squint. Enough her to wake her from slumber. She climbed out of bed and grabbed a bath robe hanging limply on a chair and headed for the bedroom. she looked down and examined her feet as she walked.I didn't know my feet were so small.Up ahead she saw another pair; a males, definately. She looked up and her breath caught. His eyes were big and round, terrified looking. Only for a second, back it was to the old eyes she remembered.

"You want to go first, or should I? Or should we go together?"Fred asked jokingly. His eyes were guarded, revealing no emotion but wicked merriment. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"You can't even kiss me and you want to take a shower with me?"

Fred turned red. Hermione bit her lip, thinking maybe she'd gone too far. He sighed,"You're right. Hey, I'm sorry about that. Don't know what got into me; passing up a chance to kiss a pretty girl. Lets justforget that, people might start thinking I'm crooked."

"Alright, but don't do that again. A girl gets confused." Hermione replied, breaking a smile. Fred smiled back but inside he was being torn apart. He couldn't establish his feelings for her. Maybe if things went back to normal, it be forgotten.

"Friends?"

"Friends."

Friends.

Down at breakfast it was akwardly silent. Maybe because school started tomorrow. Despite it, Mrs.Weasley was trying to end the umcomfortable silence.

"So Hermione, you made Head girl?"

"Yes, I suppose I did."

"Aren't you excited?"

"I'm thrilled."

"You sure? You don...?"

"Of course she is, mum. She's been waiting for this since she was a wee little first year." George said interrupting. Mrs.Weasley glared at her son. Hermione didn't know whether to be embarrassed or relieved.

"Well I, I mean I don't care that much."She finally muttered. What a lie.

" Its okay. I like smart girls." George said and winked at her. She gaped. Why was he openly flirting with her infront of his mother? Okay, time to deal. Deep breaths.

Finally she replied slowly,"I'm sure you do. Thats why you dated that McBeth girl, right?"(AN: This character is made up.)

Fred snorted. He certainly remembered Allison McBeth. The girl was so ditzy, she didn't know her left from her right. It was downright sad. However, she did have certain attributes, such as the size of her bosom. In the end, George decided to break it off, because it was getting humiliating. I wonder what happened to that girl?

"Shut up. That was a mistake. To err is human, Hermione. We're not all perfect." George stated.

"Well, I'm not either but, that was mighty stupid on your part."

"I know, I should've gone after you, you brilliant girl."

Hermione blushed. Her red tinged cheeks made George stare. She looks rather nice like that. Hermione lowered her eyes to her toast yet he continued to stare.

Finally she plucked up the courage to say an annoyed,"What?"

George blinked as if he'd been in a daze. Then in a languid manner he answered her,"Nothing, nothing at all." She squinted her eyes obviously irked by his mysterious gaze."Alright then."

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