Disclaimer: I do not own HP. I also don't own any of the characters. sighs

A/N: Yes another chapter, and quite soon this time. I thought that I'd write more often so I could get more out hence you guys forgiving me for not writing in a while. But I'm not sure if that will happen.

Chapter 8

Harry ran up to Fred's dormitory just after Hermione had walked up the stairs to her room. There he found Ron going all out on Fred.

"Fred you know what she means to me!" Ron whimpered his face growing steadily red.

"Well you should act a lot better to her if that's true," Fred stated warmly.

"WHAT! I do treat her good. In fact I treat her better than you could ever treat her!" Ron bellowed.

"No you don't Ron. You don't know anything about her. In fact you probably couldn't name her favorite flower," Fred stared heavily into Ron's eyes.

"Why the hell should I care what her favorite flower is?" Ron asked thinking he won the game.

"Well I think it's time for a little Weasley Challenge! Go out tonight and buy her some flowers, I'll do the same we'll both send them to her and Harry will keep track of which ones she likes better. Deal?" Fred challenged.

"Deal!" Ron ran out of the dormitory and off to the old witch with the hump, which conveniently led to Hogsmeade.

Fred slipped out behind the large entrance doors several hours later to reveal a handful of daisies. Ron was on the other side of the school returning from the witch's hump revealing a few roses. They both swept back to the common room not noticing each other as they slipped back up to their beds. Fred fell asleep with the satisfaction that he had won, although he didn't care about winning. He just wanted Hermione to feel special by getting her favorite flower. In the fifth year dormitory Ron fell asleep not knowing that he had lost the challenge even before it began. He had learned from Ginny many times that girls hated getting roses and that simpler was the way to go, not that he really listened of course.

Hermione woke the next morning felling just as she did any morning. Sitting up she saw two owls on he bed each holding long packages. She coaxed the first owl towards her. It was a smart looking owl with brown and white feathers. She pulled off the package and slipped out six identical flowers. They were some of the most beautiful roses she'd ever seen in her life. She had never really liked roses, thinking that they were too show-off-ish, but these were pretty. She pulled the second package towards herself. She unwrapped it carefully and pulled out at least a dozen daisies. She smiled thinking of Fred, the simplicity of the daisies made her think of his simple way of living. He didn't care what people thought of him and he had no fears other than his mother's ranting. She wished she could be like that, so care-free and independent. Instead she relied on books and the library for everything, if it wasn't in a book it wasn't right.

Fred smiled just thinking about how bad Ron was gonna look when Hermione picked him instead of Ron. He could just imagine the looks on everyone's faces when the destined Ron and Hermione don't become a couple.

"Fred?" someone called from in the room, "Fred? Woah, Fred, you dead or something?"

"Huh? Oh, no. I'm fine. Completely fine," Fred smiled unconvisibly at his twin. George shook his head and walked out.

"Dude, we can see right though your little act," Lee said knocking Fred. "The daydreaming, the loss for words, the unconvincing smiles. You fancy someone! Who is it?"

"Her—wait! Are you trying to frame me for something?" Fred cried. He had to be more careful, his secret was almost exposed.

"No, not frame. Get you to admit you fancy someone, yeah!" Lee said laughing.

"No chance my good friend, no chance!" Fred laughed walking in the great hall behind George. His heart skipped a beat as he walked by Hermione, who was conveniently talking about the flowers she got this morning.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she saw Fred walk by, yet she didn't stop talking. She was briefing Ginny about the flowers she had gotten that morning.

"Well looks like somebody has a crush!" Ginny cheered.

"I figured that much out Gin," Hermione sighed. "But, who could it be. Those two owls weren't from the same person."

"Well if that's true," Ginny started. "'Mione! I bet one of those was from Ron."

"Roses no doubt. Like he'd ever think of getting something not to show off," Hermione sighed.

"Hey 'Mione," Ron's voice appeared behind them. Hermione winced at his use of her nickname.

"Hey Ron. Say, did you send me those roses?" Hermione asked. Ginny glared in her direction warning her not to get assertive.

"Yeah, you liked them," Ron blabbed. He spoke more of a statement then a question.

"Not really," Hermione spoke softly. "I've always disliked roses. Surely I told you that."

"Er, might have mentioned it," Ron said embarrassed.

"Would you happen to know who sent the daisies?" Hermione asked sighing.

"You didn't like them? Fred sent those," Ron said. "Maybe he didn't have enough for something better. Oh well, it's the thought that counts right?" Ron laughed off thinking of the look on Fred's face when he told him.

Hermione was the first to arrive in DADA that morning. As she arrived she places a folded up piece of parchment on Ron's desk, set her bag down and walked up to professor Umbridge.

"Yes? What can I do for you my dear?" Umbridge asked in her sickly sweet tone.

"Yes, well," Hermione said cautiously. She hated how her voice sounded so sinister and cruel. "Professor Dumbledore gave me this note, he wants to see me to talk about some scheduling problems I've been having."

Umbridge grabbed the note from her, cast a quick spell on it and handed it back, "You may go."

Hermione smiled walking out of the classroom bag in hand. Sometimes that Fred Weasley could come in handy.

Ron, Harry and Seamus walked into DADA with Dean not far behind them. The four spilt up and walked to their designated spots. As Harry sat down he noticed the empty spot of Hermione's and a note left in front of Ron. He picked it up and read though it;

Ron,

I'm sorry I can't talk to you about this in private but I had to talk to Dumbledore about some scheduling. I just wanted to say that I didn't like your roses. They just are too expensive for me. I liked Fred's daisies more because they are my favorite flower and they can be found anywhere. After all as you said it's the thought that counts. I never cared that you were poor, and I don't care that Fred is either. I love Fred, not you so stop trying to win me over. Your friend,

Hermione

Harry read over the note and then gave it to Ron. He looked at it a second and Harry saw a pained expression come to his face. One that marked hatred and disgust.

"Ron?" Harry asked.

"I'm gonna kill him Harry. I will kill my damned excuse for a brother!" Ron cried.

So with this chapter done I vow to get the next ones done quicker...maybe. Hope you liked this one! I'll see you all later!