A/N: Thank you for continuing to read this! I'm actually really proud of my writing lately, so I hope you like this new chapter. My beta agreed that the time jump wasn't bad, she liked it. So If you don't... Make something up? Much love- Bookworm

-Time Jump-

Year Four:

It was summertime, things with the twins had long gone back to normal, and she was very excited to be at The Burrow for the summer, and she hung out with the twins every day. They spoke a lot about the events that had transpired before school ended, she had told them about rescuing Sirius Black, though she made them promise to not talk about it. She also told them about her timeturner.

"Are you going to use it again next year?" George asked her curiously.

"I don't think so… I worked myself too hard last term. I barely had time to sleep." She said, setting the book she had been reading open in her lap.

"You did seem awfully tired by the time exams rolled around." Fred added, and she nodded.

"Anyway, let's not talk about it anymore." She said, they had spent the last hour peppering her with questions. "Besides, I thought you two would be more excited about the World Cup?" She said, knowing that mentioning it would turn the conversation around completely.

"Oh yeah!" Fred said enthusiastically, making her smile. "I can't believe we actually got tickets!" He said, and he jumped out of his seat excitedly.

"And Ireland made it." George said, also standing.

"Ah yes. Ireland." Fred said wistfully. He and George stared at each other for a moment each with large grins plastered on their faces.

"Ireland… Ireland… IREland… IREland… IRELAND…" They started to chant and began to run around the room, Hermione laughing. They were interrupted by their door opening.

"Boys can you keep it down? And you know no doors closed when there's a girl in the room." She said, gesturing to Hermione. She blushed and stood up.

"Sorry Mrs. Weasley, it was my fault, I just closed it without thinking." She said, and Molly gave her a gentle smile.

"Oh it's alright dear. Why don't you lot join us for lunch downstairs?" She asked, and the three friends all followed the Weasley matriarch out of the room.

They all chatted quietly during lunch, until Harry arrived with Mr. Weasley. They all rose to greet him, and Mrs. Weasley began to fawn over him.

"Oh Harry dear, you are far too thin. Sit, sit. I'll make you a plate." She said, giving her husband a stern look. "I thought you were going to take the boys with you?" She said to him, pointing a spoon at the twins, and Hermione looked at them. They were both grinning.

"Well mum, we asked him if he needed us, and we haven't seen Hermione here in weeks, we just wanted to catch up. He said he didn't need us, so we stayed here." George explained, and Fred nodded furiously. She looked at her husband, who had a sheepish smile on his face.

"Sorry Dear." He said, and she sighed.

"Very well, you lot finish up your lunch and head outside. It's too nice to not be in the sun." They all quickly ate and shuffled outside, where Fred and George automatically went to the broom cupboard.

"Wanna try it again?" Fred asked, holding up a spare broom. Hermione gulped, but the hopeful look on his face, she couldn't bring herself to say no.

"Oh… alright." She said shakily, and he grinned widely when she took the broom gingerly into her hands.

"Alright, let's go." He said, they all mounted the brooms, though Hermione hesitated before doing so. She kicked off the ground, too hard, and shot up into the air.

"Woah, you alright Hermione?" She heard George say, and she nodded her head, she didn't want to risk getting sick if she opened her mouth. She stayed still for a moment before taking a deep, shaky breath. Fred and George rose up to each side of her, and waited for her to start moving. She flew slowly over the orchard behind their house, trying to enjoy herself. She forced her body to relax, being tense made the broom jerky. The boys went ahead of her, so she sped up to catch them when a rough gust of wind hit. She wasn't prepared. And due to the old broom, it didn't have a strong balance spell. She fell.

Falling was far scarier than flying, and it forced a scream out of her. She felt branches hit her, and finally she hit the ground, and she felt the air force itself from her lungs. She lay on the ground, trying to find her breath and looking up at the sky. She closed her eyes, she felt quite woozy. Finally, she was able to take a breath right as she heard the twins land next to her. She heard what sounded like a broom fall to the ground, and then she felt hands on her face.

"Hermione? Hermione are you alright?" She heard Fred say, he patted her cheek. "Hermione please say something, open your eyes. Please." He muttered, and she slowly opened them.

"Oh thank god." George said. They were both kneeling next to her, and both of them looked immensely relieved that she was alive.

"Are you hurt?" Fred asked, and Hermione took another breath before sitting up slowly. She slowly moved her arms, legs, and neck before shaking her head.

"No, I- I don't think so." She said, looking at Fred. He looked torn for a moment before lunging forward and hugging her tightly.

"No more flying." He said tightly, and she nodded into his shoulder. "Lets get you back." He said, standing and pulling her with him.

"You sure that you're alright?" George asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. She smiled and nodded at him before looking back at Fred, who has her hand gripped tightly in his.

"Fred?" She asked softly, and he shook his head tersely.

"Let's go." He said, and he practically dragged her behind him as he walked, broom in hand, back towards The Burrow.

"Fred? Can you slow down?" She heard George say behind them. Fred stopped walking for a moment until George caught up with them. "Mate she said that she's okay. Why are we heading back?" George asked, and Fred glared at him for a moment before walking again, this time a tad slower than before.

"Hermione I am so sorry. We knew you don't fly, shouldn't have asked." He said, and Hermione stumbled a little while they walked.

"Fred it's fine, I'm fine." She told him, and he shook his head.

"What if you had been hurt?" He asked her, they had exited the orchard and were standing still now. "What would we have done then?" He asked her. She blanked, and glanced at George, who was staring at his brother.

"Fred… I'm fine, I wasn't hurt. And if I had been, then you would have found out how to heal me. But you didn't need to." She said, and he looked at her, he looked pained.

"Hermione…" He said, and he placed one hand on her cheek. He stared into her eyes for a moment, and she felt her heart begin to race. He took a deep breath before shaking his head.

"I think we should head inside." He said, dropping his hand and letting go of hers, she suddenly felt cold. He walked away, and into the house, and Hermione turned to George.

"Is he alright?" She asked, and he looked at her before shrugging.

"I think he might just be shocked." He said slowly, and they headed into the house together.

It wasn't until that night when they saw Fred again, he finally came out of his room for dinner. Hermione was used to sitting next to him, so she left him a seat open next to her, he glanced at it before sitting across the table. George saw this, and took the saved seat. He stared at Fred until he looked up, he then glanced at Hermione before looking back down. Hermione looked at George, who shrugged helplessly.

After dinner, Fred went back to his room, but this time Hermione and George followed him. She shut the door behind them, knowing that Molly wouldn't be coming upstairs for a while.

"Fred, what is going on with you?" Hermione said as soon as she shut the door. He glanced up at them before sitting on his bed. "Fred talk to us. Please." She said, and he shook his head.

"It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't asked, knowing that you don't like flying. I was an idiot." He said, he placed his head in his hands and took a deep breath.

"Fred, it wasn't your fault." George said. He sat down next to his brother, and Hermione stood in front of them.

"Yes it was George. Don't try to say otherwise." He said.

"But Fred, I'm fine. Nothing happened." She said.

"Hermione, you shouldn't have fallen in the first place. I should have given you my broom, I renew the charms on it whenever I can. It would have been safer." He said, slapping his hands onto his legs in anger.

"Fred. Calm down. I'm fine. I'm not a great flyer, something like that was bound to happen no matter what broom I was on." Hermione said. "But I am completely fine, you don't need to be upset." She said, and he looked up at her.

"How are you not mad at me?" He asked, and she placed her hands on top of his.

"Because, it wasn't your fault, and I'm not hurt." She said, they locked eyes and she saw that his were shiny from unshed tears.

"But you could have been… you could have been seriously hurt." He whispered.

"But I wasn't. Now are we okay?" She asked him, and he nodded while letting out a deep breath. She smiled and hugged him. Without even thinking, she turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.

She immediately pulled back, both of the twins were staring at her in surprise. She covered her mouth, she hadn't even thought about it. Fred silently touched his cheek where her lips had been.

"Well… Goodnight." She said, and rushed out of the room.