A/N: I am so sorry I haven't updated for about two weeks now... I just couldn't find the time to write on. I'm sorry -bows down-
But anyways: Here I am once more, and I got something for you -gg- 3000 and something words of a new chapter! Hope you like it! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 11: Roller Coaster Ride

After the more or less little incident, Hermione felt herself beaten down by a tremendously heavy headache. She decided to stay the rest of the day in Ginny's bedroom in order to relax a bit. Meanwhile, the twins changed the garden into a party zone.

"Hand me the glow-worms, George!", Fred shouted down to his brother, hovering in mid-air above the front door on his broom.

George looked up, being busy dispelling the gnomes from the spot he wanted to conjure a tent.

"Get down and get them yourself!", he shouted back, kicking a gnome with the tip of his shoe.

"Come on, do me a favour, bro!", Fred replied, holding onto the gutter of the roof, trying to fix a net at it. "I can't go now and get them myself –"

"What do you expect me to do?", George said, staring up. "Should I jump all the way towards you? Should I learn how to stretch my arm all the way up to you? I'm not a superhero and –"

"Well, I've always known that", Fred said, fixing the net by using his wand while trying to not break the gutter down.

"And besides, you know what you are?", George continued.

"What? A tremendously charming brother? Good-looking, intelligent, smart, funny and –"

"You are a wizard, dork!", George said slowly, raising one eye brow.

"Hey, yeah, you're right!", Fred said, grinning down at his twin.

He then raised his wand and pointed it down, saying "Accio glow-worms!". After that, a large jar filled with tiny light dots shot up to him, landing in his outstretched hand. By opening it, the glow-worms quickly left the jar, but Fred pointed the wand at them and said – just when they were hovering above the net – "Stupefy!" and after that, the stunned light dots fell right into the net where they stayed, motionless but sparkling.

"Awesome", Fred muttered to himself, looking at his work. "Hey, George, what do you think?"

But George seemed to be busy rescuing himself from the gnomes.

The day went on rather uneventfully. By almost six o'clock, Hermione got downstairs again, a small voice inside telling her she'd better eat something. So she left Ginny's bedroom and walked down the stairs – just to almost knock over Angelina Johnson who just entered the house, walking backwards, her hands full of boxes. She just caught them again, preventing them from falling down by quickly pulling out her wand. Hermione felt herself blushing rapidly, staring at the black girl who didn't seemed to be amused.

"Oh, I – I'm", she stammered, trying to help Angelina with the boxes.

"Forget it", was everything the girl replied before she placed the boxes on the kitchen table and headed outside again.

"But –"

Hermione just looked after her, her heart sinking. Unable to move any muscle, she just stood in the middle of the kitchen, her back to the stairs. Before she knew it, she felt herself being knocked down by something else. This time, it was her turn to stumble forwards, before turning around to see what happened.

"Oops, I didn't see you, Hermione", George told her, when he finished his way to the kitchen table, placing yet more boxes on it. "Sorry. You alright?"

She just nodded and watched him leaving the house afterwards.

"What's wrong with you, stupid?", she mumbled to herself while leaving the kitchen, heading to the living room.

"Who are you calling stupid?", she heard a voice behind her.

She turned around rather quickly, feeling her head spin again.

"Oh, I – I didn't mean … you… I –", she muttered, looking into Fred's blue eyes as he came downstairs, leaning against the doorframe between the kitchen and the living room. "I was just… talking to… myself…" She almost breathed the last words, her cheeks reddening with every syllable.

Fred just smiled at her, pushing himself off the doorframe.

"Erm, Fred?", she then asked, catching herself again.

"Yeah?"

"What… what are you doing?", she asked, her voice something between a whisper and a husky growl. "I mean, what are these boxes for?"

Fred followed her gaze, looking at the boxes on the kitchen table.

"We'll have a party", he then said. "In the garden. We are just waiting for Lee and Katie to arrive."

She nodded automatically. "Alright, I… I think I'll go upstairs again, then…"

"How's your head?", Fred asked, standing in the middle of the kitchen, watching her.

"Hm?", she asked, staring at him.

"Your head. Does it still ache?", he repeated.

"Oh, well, only a bit…"

"Well, why don't you join us then?"

"Join… you…?", she blurted out, feeling slightly taken aback.

She had been so deep in thoughts about self-pity, hormones and some other aspects her mind kept telling her, she just didn't seem to be able to state the obvious. She was a part of this house now (whether unwillingly or not), who was she to neglect Fred's offer? Who was she to rather spend an evening alone instead of spending it with some people from school? Who was she to not want to have some fun? She always witnessed Fred and George's parties at Hogwarts in the Gryffindor common room and she always felt a bit jealous about not being a part of it. Now she had the opportunity. 'Just do it.'

"Yeah, join us", Fred replied, watching her. "I mean, if your head wants to party with us!", he added with a smirk.

She looked at him before a slight smile broke from the corners of her mouth.

"Yeah. Yes, that sounds nice", she said, locking eyes with him.

"Alright then. We're outside – do you want to help me with the boxes or do you wish to change into different clothes maybe?", he asked with a wink.

"What? Why… should I?", she replied perplexed, looking down on herself.

Fred just laughed. "Nevermind, you look great!"

Hermione stared at him, her mind racing.

"Well, time's Galleons. I'm off", he then broke the moment of embarrassment and turned to leave. "And Hermione", he added.

"Hm?"

"I mean it. Come, join us!" With that he left the kitchen and headed outside.

She just stood for several moments, staring at the spot where Fred had left.

After that things got messed up. She remembered how she followed Fred outside, how she stared at the beautiful decoration with her mouth open, how she met the gazes of Angelina, Alicia, Katie, Lee and George and how she felt rather stupid amidst the seventh years. After that someone had offered her something to drink and then, darkness approached utterly quickly…
"Whazzat?", Hermione tried to say, suddenly realizing that her tongue felt kind of heavy inside her mouth.

George, who had offered her a large cup of reddish looking liquid, merely grinned at her, throwing a look at his twin who stood some foot away with Angelina und Katie. Hermione stared at George, trying to stand still; even if her body seemed to be on a roller coaster ride. He shoved her the cup and before she knew it, she gulped down the liquid. Behind her, she could hear Lee laugh. The cup fell off her hands, rolling across the earthy ground - empty.

She turned around to look at the other people, suddenly seeing four twins. Hermione eyes widened when two of them slowly approached her. Her stomach made a funny flip and she thought she would be standing upside down. How much had she drunk since she had left the house? How much time did actually pass? She couldn't remember anything. She just stood in the middle of the Weasley's garden, the lovely decoration with its glittering glow-worms caught in a net and the other sparkling lights around her, and her mind seemed to be far away.

She couldn't remember feeling like this once before in her life. This was… interesting. She felt numb, yet she could feel every inch of her body twisting and burning as if on fire. Her head felt so lightweight (she seemed to know the expression air-head now). As she tried to walk towards one of the tables, she felt her limbs refusing to work. Her legs seemed to break underneath her and she just stumbled forwards, when suddenly two of the four twins approached her.

Hands grabbed her before she could fall to the ground. She looked up into two pairs of sparkling blue eyes.

"Let gorroffeee", she mumbled, trying to tell who was which twin. "You… you're George", she told the one standing on her left. "So you must be Fred…", she told the other one.

"No, I'm Fred", said the one on the left.

"So you are George", the right one said.

"No, I'm Fred", the twin said.

Hermione stared at them puzzled. "But…" Her forehead furrowed and her eyes tried to focus on the face to the right. "But you are… two… erm…"

She then felt a hand grab her chin, her head being turned to the left.

"I'm here, Hermione", a smiling twin said. "Fred, remember?"

"And who's that?", she asked, motioning to the suddenly blurry twin next to him.

"No one", Fred said.

"But… erm… how?", she said, but then she felt herself dragged towards a chair, where she sat down, glad to finally not spin anymore.

"How much did you drink?", Fred asked, leaning next to the chair against the table.

"I… erm… I can't remember… I don't … erm…", she stuttered, looking down at her feet which started moving as if someone attached a string to them and played with them from far above. "Hihi, look!", she said, pointing at them.

Fred let out a chuckle. "Alright, no more Fire-whiskey for you", he said and pushed off the table.

"What?", Hermione blurted out, looking at him. "No more what? But… I haven't had any of that this night…"

"Yeah", Fred said and rolled his eyes, grinning. "And my name's not Fred!"

"Ha!", Hermione said, standing up (too) quickly. "I knew you were George!"

Fred caught her before she could fall face down to the ground, dragging her back into the chair. Sighing, he kneeled in front of her and looked up at her. She was still staring down at him, even if her gaze seemed a bit unfocused.

"Well, if I'm George, why is Fred snogging with Alicia?"

"WHAT?", Hermione spat out, knocking Fred over when she suddenly jumped out of the chair. She stood a bit shaky on her feet, looking around puzzled. Fred got to his feet again, laughing slightly. He then put one hand on her shoulder.

"Jealous, dear?", he whispered.

She immediately froze, her chest quickly moving up and down. She swallowed and slowly turned around to face Fred.

"NO!", she then blurted out. "Why should I be jealous? I don't care what your twin –"

But Fred merely grinned at her, nodding towards George who stood with Alicia, Angelina, Lee and Katie, laughing brightly. Hermione followed his gaze and suddenly felt something rush down her body. It was as if something fell off her. The weight she'd missed before was there again and it seemed to be dragging her down to the ground. She stared at the group of people, before she looked back at Fred, her eyes narrowed.

"You are…", she began, but then shook her head and took a step away from him. "I'm not jealous!", she said quickly before she turned around and stumbled away from the party.

"Come on, Hermione, that was a joke!", Fred yelled after her – but she was gone.

Hermione had often felt a bit out of place yet she never had felt this cold stab of – she didn't even know what it was, but it felt horrible. She felt as if she was a stranger in a world she just didn't belong. This was Fred and George's world and these were their friends. She just wasn't one of their friends; she was Ron and Ginny's friend. And this will never change because she knew she wasn't the right… company for the twins. She was boring and stupid and so not funny and –

"Hermione!", a call throw her out of her self-pity.

But she ignored the voice, knowing that probably one of those mean people ran after her, trying to calm her, trying to explain that they were sorry. But she knew that they wouldn't mean it. They would never admit that they didn't like her – but she knew that they did. Because she was little, stupid, all-knowing –

"Hermione!"

"OH COME OFF IT!", she yelled, turning around as she did. "LEAVE ME A –"

She froze. There was nothing behind her but plain darkness. She had left the party zone, heading straight to the forest. The sudden realization that she was all alone at the edge of the forest, with a voice calling her name, made her shiver heavily. She suddenly felt cold – even if it was summer and the temperatures were still quite high. She spun around, looking everywhere – but she could see nothing but blackness.

She couldn't even see the Burrow anymore. She then felt the urge to scream, she wanted to be rescued; she wanted to run away from the fear that was rising inside of her. But she could already feel a heavy panic growing inside her stomach. She swallowed, clutching the bottom of her shirt. When she heard the voice again, she jumped and let out a shriek.

"Don't be afraid, Hermione", the voice said. It was nearer now.

She looked around. "Who are you? And … where are you? What do you want?"

"I want to warn you", the voice said, suddenly from behind her.

She spun around to see nothing. "What for?"

"You are going to make a big mistake!", the voice said, again moved to the other side.

"What? What big mistake?"

"You are dealing with the wrong people", another voice said, coming right from behind her.

Hermione spun around. "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who we are… you'll find out sooner or later, dear", the other voice said.

"But –", Hermione asked, looking around as if watching a tennis match.

"Just be aware…", the first voice said.

"That you are running into misery…", the other voice added.

"If you continue this way…"

"Forget about everything and turn around…"

"To see –", the voice began.

Hermione spun around once more. "To see what?"

That very moment there were small red dots hovering in mid-air. She stared at them when they suddenly came closer, forming into large, angry red eyes. Hermione screamed, stumbling backwards when large grey hands tried to grab her.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!", she screamed. "I SAID: Leave me –"

Her voice grew fainter and suddenly darkness was above her.

It was four a.m. when Fred and George said goodbye to Alicia, Angelina, Katie and Lee.

"Great party, boys", Alicia said, kissing George on the cheek with a wink.

"Yeah, you're improving", Lee said. "That stuff we drank… well, I don't want to know what that was… but…" He just chuckled.

"Have a nice ride home, guys", Fred said with a grin. "Hope you all find the way!"

"You'd better hope we do or you'll hear from us…", Angelina said with a smirk, hugging Fred goodbye.

"Well, I thought we do anyways", George said. "There's only one week left until our parents come back from Romania."

"So think about something and we'll be there", Katie said. The others nodded with her.

They then mounted their brooms and kicked off the ground, leaving the Burrow and the twin's party zone.

Fred and George then began to free the glow-worms and clean the place before George pointed out: "Hey, where's Hermione?"

"What?", Fred said, looking up from collecting the empty boxes from the ground in which they had hidden the bottles that were now lying everywhere in the garden.

"Where's Hermione?", George repeated.

"Oh shit…", Fred mumbled. "I… I totally forgot about her…"

George raised both eyebrows. "When have you seen her for the last time?"

"I… can't remember… I guess she ran off towards the forest after we…", he began, before he shook his head and put the boxes down again.

"You lost her again…", George said.

"I guess so…", Fred whispered, staring towards the dark outline of the forest ahead. "Damn it…"

"So will you look after her?"

"What? Stepping into that forest again? No, sir!", Fred said, shaking his head.

"You're scared?"

"I am NOT scared, dear brother", Fred blurted out. "I –"

"What?", George asked with a grin. "Come on, I know that you're afraid of the dark!"

Fred just stared at him. "Yeah, whatever", he then said quickly, looking back at the forest. "What are we going to do now?"

"Look for her?", George merely said.

"But where?"

"In the forest?"

"You go there, I'll search the garden!"

"Say that again!"

"You go –"

"I won't go anywhere!"

"But –"

"No, forget it!"

"Come on, we –"

"No, you, bro! That's your business!"

"But –"

"No", George said with finality. "Go and look for her yourself!" He then continued cleaning the garden.

Fred watched him, before he turned to the forest again. There he saw something approaching them. He took some steps towards it and recognized a rather distracted looking Hermione.

"Hermione!", he called. "George, I've found her!"

George turned around. "I would say, she found you…"

Fred looked at his twin before he noticed that Hermione headed straight towards him.

"Hey Hermione, we've been worried about you", he said.

But she just stared at him. "Leave me alone!", she said and went past him.

"But –"

"I'm tired", she said and entered the house.

"What –"

"What was that about?", George finished his twin's question.

"I have no idea…", Fred said, staring after her.

Hermione went right upstairs to Ginny's bedroom where she fell to the bed immediately. She felt about to cry – but her eyes were merely burning. No tears wanted to leave her. She felt horrible and the fact that she couldn't even cry made her feel even worse. As soon as her back hit the bed-sheet, she felt herself caught inside a roller coaster again. Her head was spinning and her stomach was twisting. She felt so sick yet she wasn't sure if she was even able to vomit.

She just lay on her back, feeling as if swirling through the room with her bed jumping up and down. She closed her eyes and there she saw the red eyes again, which made her jump again. She sat on her bed; her head still spinning, and her senses about to explode. When she lay down again, she heard the faint noise of a door being opened and then she felt that someone put one of her feet on the floor.

As soon as she felt solid ground again, the spinning grew fainter and she was even able to close her eyes without seeing the red eyes again. She felt a hand touching her forehead before a soft voice told her about toast and water.

"Toast and water?", she mumbled, trying to look at the person whose voice she had heard.

"Yeah, toast and water. Here, I'll put them down, okay? Try it, it'll help!"

Before she could focus on her opposite, the voice moved again.

"Try to sleep, alright?"

She then saw a flash of red hair leaving the room.

With that she tried to grab the water glass with shaking hands, gulping down the interior, slopping half of it to the floor. She then lay down again, fully clothed, and soon drifted away into a dreamless sleep, feeling the end of the roller coaster ride approaching.

A/N: So that was chapter 11... what do you think? Please tell me AND review -gg-

Before I have to make some notes on the story so far, I want to thank all you guys who read my story! And a special thank you to everyone who reviewed:

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So everyone, thanks again for reading and reviewing! Please don't stop!

Well, now I have to say something about this story... first of all: I had a bad time neglecting it the past two weeks, my head was so empty... I felt really miserable about it but I just didn't know how to continue... so, I hope you still like it... I think I connected it again like I did before ... or so... -confused- erm... right, so another note is a BIG MISTAKE of myself... my fault... it's about the Burrow... and I feel so stupid... I read that Fred and George's room is on the second landing of the Burrow and Ginny's bedroom is on the third... well, in my story Ginny's bedroom is UNDERNEATH the twin's bedroom... so well, hope you'll forgive me -gg- There might be other details that I have screwed up... but well... this is my story and I can do whatever I want, right? -gg-

Yeah I think that'll be all... please read on! The next chapter might be up... next year... hehe... I love that joke... so everyone: HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!