Disclaimer: "Right Kind of Wrong" belongs to LeAnn Rimes and record label. All characters in this story belong to JK Rowling with the exception of: Lauren, Mara, Christine, Patrick, Christopher, Lena, Lara, Kristen, Julianna, and January.


Know all about your reputation

And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation

But I can't help it, if I'm helpless every time

I'm that I'm with you

You walk in and my strength walks out the door

Say my name and I can't fight it anymore

Oh, I know I should go

But I need your touch just too damn much

Loving you

Isn't really something I should do

Shouldn't want to spend my time with you

I should try to be strong

But baby, you're the right kind of wrong

Baby, you're the right kind of wrong

Might be a mistake, a mistake I'm making

But what you're giving, I'm happy to be taking

Cause no one's ever made me feel the way I feel

When I'm in your arms

They say you're something I should do without

They don't know what goes on when the lights are out

There's no way to explain all the pleasure is worth all the pain

Loving you

Isn't really something I should do

Shouldn't want to spend my time with you

I should try to be strong

But baby, you're the right kind of wrong

Baby, you're the right kind of wrong

You're the right kind of wrong

Loving you isn't really something I should do

Right Kind of Wrong by Leann Rimes


"Mione, you look fine!" I told her. I wasn't so much mad at her, I just wanted to get this over with and prove to her that nothing would go wrong, she was overreacting.

"Are you sure this is okay?" She emerged from her bathroom in like the fifteenth dress she had tried on already. The party started eighteen minutes ago. Not like my parents actually expected me to be on time or anything, but still.

"Yes," I replied, standing up, trying to indicate to her that we really needed to be going.

"I think this one is better than the last one." She continued on, heading back into the bathroom.

"Yes, I agree," I replied, even though if she had put a wand to my head I would not have been able to tell her what the previous dress had even looked like. Really, is a sundress that important?

"What are you doing now?" I asked her, knowing very well that my tone was tip-toeing the impatient/whiny border; Hermione was never happy with me when I crossed that border, which was becoming a bit more frequent than I meant it too.

"Fixing my hair," Hermione hissed back. Why was it that today of all days she chose to be a typical girl? Why now? Why not say any other day when I was not stuck sitting here waiting in her apartment to go to a party that I did not want to go to but had to because it was thrown by my parents? Why not then? Huh? HUH?

"Mione, we really shouldn't be late." I pointed out, careful to avoid crossing over. Wow, that sounded as if I was dying or something. Although, if I sat here any longer, I would die of boredom. Dear Merlin, girls take forever to get ready. Who cares if there is a wrinkle or two in the dress? You're only going to get more the minute you sit down.

"Fred, do you not understand how important this party is?" Hermione snapped, straightening her hair.

"You know, I didn't!" I snapped back, instantly realizing that that was possibly the second worst thing I could have said. The first being that she missed a big wave of hair in the back.

"Hey, I am only going to this party because of you!" Hermione hissed, waving the straightener in my general direction.

"Because we are in a relationship!" I growled back on instinct, not because I wanted to hurt her.

Surprisingly she didn't throw the straightener. "I'm sorry, Fred, I'm just really nervous and I took it out on you." She said, placing the straightener down, and wrapping her arms around my waist.

"I didn't mean to snap," I apologized, hugging her tightly.

"I know," she said, her voice muffled because she was leaning against my chest. Oh, how I love holding her.

"Mione?"

"Yes, Fred?"

"You missed a piece of hair."


"Are we just going to stand here all night?"

"Why don't you go in first?"

"You go in first!"

"Why me?"

"Because it's your family, Fred!"

"Oh, yeah, okay."

My stomach was in a knot. No, not a knot, a thousand million freaking knots. I swear to Merlin it felt like someone hit me with a jelly legs jinx as soon as Fred opened the front door.

"Mum?" He called, suddenly appearing way more calm than he had a second earlier.

"Fred!" I heard Molly shout, and then Fred disappeared out of the doorway, engulfed in a hug by Mrs. Weasley.

"Hermione!" Molly cried out, after she released Fred who was now massaging his shoulder as if she had really squeezed him too tightly.

"Mrs. Weasley!" I squealed back, hugging her. I still wasn't sure if she had put together that I was the girlfriend Fred was bringing.

"Oh, girlie, it's been far too long!" She said in my ear, before giving me a kiss on the cheek. She pulled away from me and looked me up and down in the way she always did to Harry whenever he came to the Burrow at the end of summer in our school years. "You're just withering away to nothing, you poor thing. Well, come in, come in. Everyone's in the kitchen or the garden."

I was so pleased with the "withering away to nothing" comment that I would have followed her in anywhere, even though I knew for a fact I was nowhere near as skinny as Mrs. Weasley perceived.

"Fred!" A high pitch voice squealed that I had never heard before. I looked around and saw a five year old red haired veela running towards Fred.

"Christine!" Fred called back, scooping her up in his arms. "What's going on Christine Gabrielle?"

I was suddenly hit with how long it had been since I had actually been here. I mean, when I first came in to the Burrow, it looked the same, so I hadn't realized it, but now, I mean, my twenty fourth birthday was just days around the corner. I left right before my twenty first birthday. Three years. I had met Christine. I knew her when she was two. Now, Christine was five, nearly six in a few weeks. I missed her growing up. The little girl that I helped Mrs. Weasley care for when Bill and Fleur worked was now six; I missed half her life. I could feel the tears brewing in my eyes and I really didn't know why. It wasn't like I was ever particularly close to Christine, it's just- well, I don't know, I just wanted to cry.

"I missed you." Christine said, still in Fred's arms.

"Guess what?" He said to her. Fred seemed so much more mature all of the sudden. Granted his company was an almost six year old, but he seemed much more, I don't know, cool Uncle like.

"You got them!" Christine cried out, wrapping her arms around Fred's neck.

"We're going in a week." He promised her.

"Mummy! Mummy!" Christine said, pulling away from Fred and running into the backyard.

"What is she talking about?" I asked Fred, for some reason very perturbed that I had no idea what Christine and him were so excited about.

Fred glanced around, looking very nervous, we were the only ones still in the living room since Mrs. Weasley went to attend a pot on the fire and Christine went to tell Fleur something. "I'm taking my god-daughter to a Puddlemere game. She loves that team." He said.

"Christine is your god-daughter?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.

"Yes," Fred said. "Bill and Fleur asked me to be her godfather."

"Whose her godmother?" I asked, desperately wanting to know, but not entirely sure why.

"Gabrielle." Fred answered. Gabrielle. Fleur's sister. Not one of Fred's exes. Or was she? Why don't I know anything anymore!

"Why are you so upset about this? Mum is totally happy that we are together." Fred said.

"She is? She knows?" I said, a sudden beam of happiness floating into my world.

"Yes! She whispered in my ear that I better not mess this relationship up." Fred said, pulling me into a hug. I needed that. "Come on, cheer up."

"Fred, I don't know anything about this family." I told him.

"And neither did anybody else's girlfriends when they first came over." Fred said as he leaned in for a kiss. Why in the middle of my panic attack does he decide he wants to be romantic?

"But this isn't the first time I've come here! I know everyone, except for the past three years of their lives. It's odd."

"Well, I'll catch you up then." Fred smiled as if all of this could be solved with a five minute conversation.

"That was Christine, she's Bill and Fleur's. Charlie's boy -"

"He has one?" I said, crushed again with the lack of knowledge.

Fred ignored my tone. That or he didn't pick up on it. I can never tell. "Patrick is five, and you knew who he was about a month ago when I told you that I went to his birthday party."

"That's right, I'm just really nervous and I'm forgetting." I said, now even more nervous that I didn't even remember Patrick. What was going on with me?


"And Ginny, yeah, she's with Harry." I teased, trying to lighten Hermione's spirits. She was panicking for no reason.

"Don't be a smart ass." Hermione hissed, my efforts clearly not effective.

"But what would I be without my smart ass comments?" I asked her but was answered by George.

"Scarily more similar to Percy and we cannot have that." George teased. "Hello, Hermione."

"George?" Hermione said to no one in particular, by now she was acting like a freaking train wreck.

"Hermione?" He mocked, pouring himself a glass of orange juice.

Now this next observation just goes to show how out of it Hermione was. "Yes?" She answered. Yes? No know it all comeback ready? What was the world coming to?

"Don't worry, Mum already announced to everyone that you are together. We know, you can relax." George said, placing a hand on Hermione's shoulder.

Now when George is comforting someone you know that they are a train wreck, because he teases and taunts right until that edge. Only once someone has crossed into catastrophe territory does he pull out the comforting act.

"Fred! Fred! Mummy said I can go!" Christine squealed, running back into the house, nearly colliding with George.

"That's good, 'cause I really wasn't looking for her permission." I teased, tickling Christine. I swear, she's like practically mine. She told me I was her favorite uncle, although given the lot she had to choose from, I don't blame her.

"I'm sure Fleur will be happy to hear that you were planning the kidnapping of her daughter." George snickered.

"Mummy knows Fred." Christine told George, poking his arm. "She's met him. She married his brother."

"But I'm Fred's brother." George teased.

"But Mummy wouldn't want to marry you. She wanted to marry Daddy." Christine said, not intending to insult George, she was just stating fact.

"You, my dear brother, were just burned by a five year old." I teased, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "What do you we say go show off Hermione to the family, Christine?"

"I say all right!" Christine laughed, taking Hermione's other hand.

"I'm not ready." Hermione said, looking even more pale than usual. And that's pale, because she doesn't really see too much sunlight as it is.

"Don't worry, they don't bite." Christine said. "Well, except Patrick."

"I'll keep that in mind." Hermione noted and together, George in tow, we went to the backyard.


I think I expected an earthquake or clap of thunder or something. Or a pack of Weasleys to attack me. But nothing. Well, not exactly nothing, I got a –

" 'ermione!" Fleur called across the yard from her lawn chair. "Oh, come 'ere and say 'ello!"

As I approached Fleur, I realized why she hadn't stood up to greet me herself. She appeared to have swallowed a basketball whole.

"Fred, you didn't say she was expecting." I muttered through closed teeth.

"So I forgot a detail." Fred shrugged, playing with Christine.

"It's been too long, 'ermione!" Fleur squealed. I noticed Ginny had matured a little; the gagging noises were much quieter than usual.

"Fred, want to see me ride the broom? I am going to be a beater too!" Christine said holding up a toy broom.

"Oh zat's what she zinks." Fleur said. "Fred, you are turning my baby into a little you!"

"You can thank me later!" Fred teased, watching Christine hover on the broom. Fleur glanced nervously at the two of them, you could tell she loved the way Fred was with Christine, but that didn't mean she didn't know the twins well enough that they needed supervision just as much as the five year old.

"Sure, Fred," Fleur said, waving a delicate hand at him.

"Oh, I can beat you at flying." Patrick said, following Fred.

"Oh, that's not yours!" George said, scooping Patrick up in his arms way from Christine's broom. "What were you saying?" George turned back to Charlie.

"I see you on ze telly every morning when I am cooking Bill 'is breakfast." Fleur added.

"Yes, you are doing a wonderful job, Hermione," Mara, Charlie's wife, added.

"Thank you." I said.

"I knew there was something up with Fred," Katie said, sitting down between me and Mara. "You! Ah, now, you have changed since school, Hermione."

"Oh, not that much." I answered, because I really didn't think I had.

"Make-up? Hair?" Katie teased, touching my dead straight hair. "George is still hoping I discover that stuff."

"George is 'oping for other zings too." Fleur added, looking at George, who was pretending to wrestle with Patrick.

"Speaking of other zings," Ginny said, moving the conversation away from George after a quick glance at Katie's face.

"Have you come up with any names for this one?" Mara said, patting Fleur's stomach.

"Well, Gabrielle and I went zourgh a baby book and we found some zat we love." Fleur said with a smile.

"You realize that you are having this baby with Bill and not Gabrielle right?" Mrs. Weasley punctuated the conversation icily as she wandered over with a tray of pumpkin juice.

Fleur ignored this comment, which was no different from three years ago. "If it is a girl, I like Avril Brielle or Juliette Genievieve. And if it is a boy, we shall name 'im Emile Olivier or Remy Christophe."

"French names?" Mrs. Weasley choked.

"Yes, we want to keep our 'eritage in ze names." Fleur explained, eyes darting between Christine and Mrs. Weasley.

"You could always choose an English name, like Bill's heritage." Mrs. Weasley pointed out.

"But zose names are not very pretty." Fleur whined.

"I have something to check on," Mrs Weasley fibbed and excused herself from the group before she snapped at Fleur.

"I'll help you." Ginny added, following her mother into the kitchen, surely to complain about Fleur. Though both will never admit it, they do love her, they just don't tolerate her too well.

"So 'ave you thought about children, 'ermione?" Fleur asked.

"I'm just dating Fred," I told Fleur, who did not see this as an acceptable excuse.

"Bill and I knew we wanted kids. We decided to try right after we were married. Zat's our Christine." Fleur said, providing a little too much information about her love life as usual. "Most people want kids right after marriage."

Mara's eyes darted to Katie, who was intently watching George play with Patrick, Charlie, Christopher, Fred, and Christine. George caught notice and waved Katie over, who immediately took off towards him. He greeted her with a peck on the cheek and a tight hug. She looked instantly happier and kept her arms around his waist.

Fleur noticed her look of content and waddled over to Bill who was chatting with Mr. Weasley.

Mara smiled at me. "Fleur's been bugging Katie about children." She explained, tucking a wandering strand of auburn hair behind her ear. "Keeps saying that they've been married over a year, they should at least be expecting, especially with the way George is around Christine and Patrick and Christopher. I personally think that George would rather play with the kids at these things than talk with Percy and Bill about politics, I know that's how Charlie is, but you can tell he wants kids too."

"They can't have any?" I asked Mara. It didn't seem to be a prodding question when as to her, because for some reason I always felt connected to Mara, like the two of us didn't quite fit in because we weren't loud enough or technically blood related. I would have felt really uncomfortable asking Katie though, even though I had known her longer.

"Katie's a reserve chaser for the Harpies." Mara reminded me. "She'll never be a permanent chaser if she has a kid now. I think she's really struggling between the career she loves and the family she wants. She told me, she knows George will support her either way, but, I mean, you see the way he looks at Christine and the boys."

Mara smiled and waved at her husband and brother in law as they chased her sons around, all four of them laughing.

"What's with everyone's mind suddenly being set on children?" I asked, realizing that if George was attached to those kids, Fred was attached more. I hadn't heard George making any plans to take Christine out.

"Oh you know, whatever's going on in Fleur's life, must be the focus of everyone else's lives." Mara said, rolling her eyes. I wasn't quite sure until that moment, but I was now almost positive that Mara leaned more towards the Ginny/Mrs Weasley side of the Fleur versus the rest of the females war.

"So," Mara continued, playing with the ends of her hair. I forgot how she did that. It still annoyed me. "It's been awhile…how did you and Fred get together?"

"I ran into him a few months ago and we just started hanging out again." I answered, leaving out several select details. I mean I was close to Mara and everything, but she didn't need to hear it all.


"Enjoying yourself?" I asked Hermione. We had been there for nearly two hours and she seemed to have relaxed a great deal. Her and Fleur were currently discussing children, I noticed Mara escaped the minute Fleur came back. For once, it seemed like Hermione was the patient person out of the group, and when Hermione is the most patient, that is saying something.

"We are going zourgh baby names." Fleur announced, holding up a tattered book. "What do you zink of zat, Fred?"

"Should I think something?" I, suddenly panicked, looked at Hermione, who was furiously shaking her head. "Oh, okay."

"Silly, Fred," Fleur said. "For me and ze baby."

"Oh." Was all I could think of saying, I just so happy that I no longer needed to be in panic mode.

"What do you zink of Elizabeth? 'ermione suggested an English name to please my mother in law." Fleur explained as if to say that was the only reason she was even considering an English name. "Elizabeth Juliette."

"Talk about Elizabethan names," I said, referring to the old plays. Fleur and Hermione just stared at me with blank stares. "Do you know what Elizabethan means?" I asked them.

"Yes," Hermione answered, trying to stifle a giggle. She was doing a better job at it then Fleur. "We just didn't know that you did." And as soon as she finished her statement, the two exchanged a glance and laughed as if my stupidity was some sort of inside joke between them. Since when were they so close?

"Very mature." I told them, wandering off to find Christine or Patrick, the only people at this party that I could actually hold a conversation with where I came off as the intelligent one. Well, maybe in a conversation with Ron too, but he was not there yet.

"Fred, Fred," Christine called from her seat at the kiddie table with Patrick and Christopher. She had never actually called me uncle. She didn't call anyone uncle or aunt, in Ginny's case, she was quirky that way.

"What's happening my fellow beater?" I asked her.

"Do I have to finish my veggietables?" Christine asked, showing me her plate. "Mummy said I had to, but you won't make me, right?"

I could sympathize with the kid. Who wants to eat spinach? Not me. Plus, I cannot say no to her big emerald eyes. "Is Mummy looking?" I asked her, afraid to look over there.

Christine looked. "Nope."

I waved my wand and they disappeared.

"Uncle Bill! Uncle Bill! Uncle Fred got rid of Christine's vegetables!" Patrick bellowed to the whole yard.

A chorus of disappointments ensued.

"Fred! My daughter needs 'er vegetables! Zey are good for 'er!" –Fleur

"Fred! What are you teaching that child?" –Hermione

"Fred!" –Bill

"Fred Weasley, I raised you better than that!" –My mother

"Way to go, Bright One," –George

"You play favorites!" –Patrick

"I like spinach!" –Christopher (Well, that wasn't a disappointment, but it was shouted in there too)

"Have you not learned not to do stuff like that in front of Patrick?" –Ginny

"Fred! You got us in trouble!" –Christine

"Fred, please don't upset your mother…" –My father

"Nice move, Fred." –Harry

"What is all the yelling about?" Ron said, walking into the backyard, carrying a potted plant for Mum. What a suck-up.

"And what in the world is she doing here?"


I swear, the whole yard just stopped moving. Fleur stopped serving Christine more vegetables. Patrick stopped wiggling. Mrs. Weasley stopped scolding. George stopped laughing at Fred. Fred looked like he had stopped breathing. Suddenly, all at once, the happiness in the yard was gone. And it was my fault.

All at once the family seemed to remember that I had dated Ron and dumped him when he proposed. From the looks on their faces, I could tell that no one had remembered, except for maybe Ginny and Harry. Suddenly, I was not so liked.

"Um…" Arthur said, looking around nervously. "More vegetables, Christine?" He said, rushing over to help.

"What – are – you – doing – here - ?" Ron repeated himself, looking like he was fighting the urge to punch something.

"Ron," Fred said, standing between me and Ron. My knight in shining armor.

"Answer the question, Hermione." Ron said, ignoring the Fred between us.

"Ron, can we talk?" I managed to croak out.

"That's what I thought we were doing." Ron snapped back. Since when was he so good with comebacks? That was always my department in our relationship.

"In private?" I whispered, praying to Merlin that I did not cry. I could feel the eyes of the yard on me. Even Patrick knew now was not the time to talk. And he was five.

"Fine." Ron said, folding his arms across his chest. He waited for me, clearly we were going to go talk in the house.

Fred started to follow us. "In private, Fred," Ron snapped, shaking his head. His hair was longer, when he did it, it fell in his eyes. He had become the quidditch heartthrob he always wanted to be. Good for him.

I gave Fred a look that hopefully he understood to mean to stay in the yard with the family, he could field their questions. There may have been way more people out there with him, but had to answer far more easy questions. What I wouldn't do to trade places.

Ron stopped in the kitchen; this was where he wanted to talk. The same place that I had only hours earlier, been prompted by Fred about the family history. How ironic.

"So?" Ron said, folding his arms across his chest. "How's the last three years of your life been? Clearly, you took me off your Christmas card list, you didn't seem to want to stay in contact."

"I didn't think you wanted to see me." I answered sheepishly. "I didn't want to get married. I thought you hated me."

"You thought right." Ron snapped.

Well, if that doesn't create an awkward moment, I don't know what would.

"So why the hell are you here?" Ron asked.

I tried to answer but he cut me off.

"I can't believe I didn't see it." Ron said, holding his head in hands.

"Ron, I'm so sorr-" I tried to say.

"I am not getting back together with you!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

"What?" I said, completely taken back.

"Lauren and I are so happy right now! You can't come back and screw that up! I won't let you!" Ron said, now pacing around the kitchen.

"Whose Lauren? Your groupie of the week?" I yelled back. "Like I'd want to fill her shoes. Get your pompous head out of your ass! I'm not here for you! I'm dating your brother!"

"Lauren is not a gro- YOU'RE DATING MY BROTHER? I AM GOING TO KILL PERCY! I ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU TWO FREAKS SHOULD GET TOGETHER, I JUST NEVER THOUGHT YOU TWO WERE TRAITOROUS ENOUGH TO ACTUALLY DO IT, BUT I GUESS I WAS WRONG!"

"HEY, I CAN DATE WHOEVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE!" I yelled, now I was really pissed off. "IF I WANT TO DATE PERCY, I'LL DATE PERCY!"

Ron just stared at me.

"But, um, I'm not dating Percy," I answered sheepishly.

"Then who the hell – FRED! Why the hell are you with FRED?" Ron bellowed, his voice echoing through the Burrow. "You hated Fred in school?"

"I did not hate Fred!" I defended my love for my boyfriend. "I just didn't like his lack of respect for rules."

"Fred's entire personality is a lack of respect for rules!" Ron said, and I kind of had to agree, when Fred was seventeen, his entire life did revolve around breaking rules, but he's not that person anymore.

"Stop it! Stop making fun of my relationship!" I whined, knowing very well that I was beginning to sound like a child.

"It's not a relationship, you are with Fred!" Ron laughed.

"Stop it!" I hissed, and hurried out of the kitchen towards the front porch, I made it to the top step and just sank down onto it.

"Why are you doing this?" Ron asked, plopping down next to me.

"Doing what?" I asked, trying not to cry.

"Dating my brother." Ron said, taking a sip of a bottle of firewhisky that he had gotten from somewhere, I hadn't noticed.

"I like him."

"Well, I sure as hell would have never dated any of your sisters." Ron pointed out.

"I don't have any sisters." I reminded him.

"I know, but if you did, I would have never dated them." He hissed, taking another sip.

"Ron, it's not like I went out said, 'You know how I could hurt Ron? I could sleep with Fred!" I snapped.

"You've slept with Fred?" Ron bellowed, slamming the bottle down on the porch.

"That's none of your business!" I snapped, wishing I hadn't said anything. He didn't need to know whether I had or not.

"I thought better of you." Ron said, standing up. "I never thought you'd throw your values away for a friends with benefits thing."

"I'm in a relationship with Fred!" I told Ron, folding my arms across my chest.

"Hermione, he's not relationship material!" Ron laughed. "Fred is one of those forever a bachelor types."

"Stop saying that!" I hissed.

"But you yourself know it's true!" Ron replied. "Fred is the king of dating. He takes a girl on a couple of dates and then gets bored and leaves her! Look at Verity and Lara and Lena and Kristen and Alicia and Angelina and Jessica and Paris and all the other ones that I never even met! You know why his stores run through clerks so much? Because he ends up dating them! He dates anything with a pulse!"

Anything with a pulse? Anything with a pulse? I could feel my eyes watering up. No! No! I would not cry!

"And every once in awhile, he notices how happy someone is when they get married and suddenly he wants a long term relationship. After Bill got married, he dated Angelina for like three months. After Charlie got married, he dated January for a solid four months. And, face it, Hermione, when did he start dating you? A few months after George got married? He saw how happy his twin was and suddenly he wanted it too! So, he's dating you! But give him time and he'll realize that, yeah, he wasn't cut out for this monogamous thing, and he'll go fleeing back to his party dates with Verity and Julianna. Don't you see it?"

"NO!" I screamed, stomping my foot, knowing very well, that now, the tears were free falling.


"Hermione?" I said, wandering out front nearly a half an hour later, when Ron finally came storming back into the yard, claiming that he had to leave, a mandatory team practice or something.

She sniffled. "What did he say to you?" I asked her, rubbing her back.

She sniffled again and shook her head, her hair falling in front of her face. I pulled it away, so I could see her, but instead of leaning her head on my shoulder like she normally does when she's upset, she scooted away.

"Hermione?" I repeated myself.

"It's over." She whispered, choking back tears.

"I know." I said, trying to hold her hand, she pulled away again. "I saw Ron leave."

"No," She whispered, looking up at me, showing me her red eyes. She'd been crying. Her eyes quickly went back to the porch. "We're over."

"What?" I said, placing both hands on her shoulders. "What are you talking about?"

She stood up to get away from me. "I'm talking about us! We're over!" She snapped, twirling a strand of hair. "Done! Finito! No more!"

"What? I don't understand…..what the hell happened?" I asked, still trying to wrap my brain around what she was saying.

"This is all wrong!" She shouted, motioning to me and her. "What the hell was I thinking?"

"Ron will get over it!" I said.

"This isn't about Ron!" Hermione cried. "It's about us! I don't know what I was thinking!"

"I don't know what the hell you are thinking either!" I snapped back. "Care to clue me in?"

"This was wrong, Fred! Wrong!" She shouted. "I shouldn't have ever dated you! I don't know what the hell I was thinking! I was being incredibly stupid! You are Ron's brother! You are forever a bachelor! You love being single! No commitments! You are a prankster! You are immature! You can't even live on your own! You and Oliver can barely function together, let alone by yourselves!"

"Mione!"

"Don't Mione, me!"

"But that's your name!"

"My name is Hermione!" She screamed, stomping her foot again. Okay, who was the childish one?

"Hermione, I love you!" I shouted back.

She just stared at me. I had never said that to her. I hadn't even really meant to say it. But I meant what I said. I loved her more than anything in the world.

"No, YOU DON"T!" She yelled.

"YES, I DO!" I screamed back. "AND YOU LOVE ME TOO, YOU TOLD ME YOURSELF!"

"I did not!" Hermione hissed.

"Yes you did!" I replied. "The night I walked you home."

"The night I was drunk when I had seen you for the first time in TWO YEARS?" Hermione laughed. "Oh, yeah, believe the words of a drunk stressed out by hanging out with her ex's brothers!"

"Mione, I love you. You have to feel the same way." I pleaded. "You have to. This is so right. What we have is so right."

"Stop saying that! You don't love me! You love the idea of me! You don't love me! This whole relationship thing is so wrong!" She screamed at me, tears streaming down her face, before apparating away.

"Mione, I love you." I whispered.

What the hell happened? Where did I go wrong?


Please, please review! I'm going away for the weekend with my family and I'd really like to come home to a mailbox full of review emails! Believe me, I'll need some happiness after a six hour car ride with my little brothers. Please?

Love ya!

Preppy in Pink