Three Weasley brothers were sitting at a table, taking a break from dancing. Charlie noticed a certain couple dancing near-by.

"Hey, Bill." Charlie tapped his brother on the shoulder.

"What?"

"Isn't that Ginny?" he pointed to the red head in front of them. "And…Harry?" Bill looked around. His eyes feel on them. There certainly was a red-headed girl resting her head a black-haired boy's shoulder.

"I think so…" the couple turned a little. He got a glimpse of Harry's green eyes and glasses, and Ginny's face.

"Yeah, it is!" Bill gaped at Harry and Ginny. "Blimey, they look cozy. Hey George…" George looked up.

"Yes big brother?"

"Take a look over there." He pointed to them. "That's Harry and Ginny." George squinted in their direction.

"Yes. It certainly is."

"Well…"

"Well, they were going outa few weeks ago."

"Were?"

"Well…yeah."

"Seems they're going out again though, doesn't it?" George shrugged.

"Hey Fred--" George went to tap his twin on the shoulder.

"Fred's over there." Charlie said with a small grin. George followed his gaze. Fred was dancing with— "Hermione?" George exclaimed. A hand slapped over his mouth. Charlie said,

"Shut up! You want Ron to see?" Charlie hissed. George tried to speak but I came out as "Ver darfin rety crosse." Charlie removed his hand.

"What?" Charlie asked.

"I said they're dancing pretty close." George examined the couple. Charlie and Bill nodded. All three looked over towards Ron. He was sitting at a table glaring in Fred's direction. They all watched as he got up and left towards the house.

"So… How's the shop going?" Hermione attempted to start a conversation.

"Really well. The Hogsmeade branch got huge business with all those people flooding in for Dumbledore's funeral."

"And how's Angelina?" she said, referring to Fred's long-time girlfriend. He shrugged.

"Dunno. She seemed to think I was concentrating too much on the shop rather than her."

"Oh. Sorry." Hermione said, feeling guilty for bringing it up.

"Nah, Don't worry about it. She wasn't the best for me anyway."

"So, who do you have in mind now?" she asked not expecting an answer.

"You really want to know?" he asked looking her strait in the eyes.

"No."

"Well, I'm telling you anyway." Hermione nodded.

"Well, her middle name starts with a 'J'. Her birthday is in September. She has told me off many times, and…I just might happen to be dancing with her."

Hermione looked up. "But Ron--"

"Hasn't taken his chance so I'm taking mine." Hermione smiled. He really was sweet. Fred inched forward so his face was inches from hers and she closed the space between them.

George looked up. There in the center of the dance floor he saw...

"OH MY--" and for the second time that night, a hand slapped over his mouth. George bit it. Bill pulled his hand back looking irritated.

George whispered, "Did you see?" Bill nodded. "Oooo…Ron will be pissed." George said shaking his head. Charlie came back from the food table and sat down. He saw the look on their faces.

"What's going--" he said, looking out to the dance floor. His jaw dropped.

"BLOODY--" He yelled before two hands slapped over his mouth.

Harry held Ginny as the song neared its end. He looked sideways to see if Ron and Hermione were getting along. His eyes bulged.

"Harry, what are you looking at?" She followed his gaze and gasped. She looked seriously at him. "Not a word to Ron. It will crush his heart. You saw him when she was still dancing with Fred, let alone kissing him." Harry nodded. He would have to speak with Hermione about this… The song came to a close and Harry gave Ginny a gentle hug before going off to find Ron. He stopped at the table were the 3 Weasley's sat. Judging by their faces, they had seen too.

"Not a word to Ron." He said giving them a look. Seconds later Fred came up looking smug.

"Having fun?" asked George. Fred nodded and plopped into the seat next to George.

"Have you seen Ron, Fred?" Bill asked, watching him for a flicker of guilt. Fred shook his head without the slightest sign of guilt.

"Or Hermione?" Bill added. Fred looked at him. His face became serious.

"If you're mad at me for taking a chance that Ron has had for the past 6 to 7 years just say so." Nobody said anything. "And just so you know, she kissed me back." He stormed off, definitely looking peeved. Harry stared after him.

"I think he really likes her." Harry said.

"And, judging by the way that kiss was going, she likes him back." Charlie added. Harry stood up. He had to find Ron.

Harry poked his head inside the kitchen. "Ron? You in here mate?" he said walking in. Ron was sitting at the table picking at a plate of food.

"How long you been in here?" Harry asked pulling up a chair. "About five minutes." So he didn't see. Ron gave a deep sigh.

"Hermione and Fred look pretty close." He said with a trace of restrained bitterness in his voice. Harry shrugged. "Don't be mad at her, Ron." He said. Ron looked up. "Who said it was her I was mad at?" Harry shrugged as Ron gave another sigh.

"And why shouldn't I be?" Ron said angrily. Harry was about to say 'Because it's not like she was snogging him,' when he thought about what he was saying.

"Look, Ron, she dealt with it when you were dating Lavender. She had to watch you snogging someone else everyday." Ron shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"Yeah, well… She snogged Krum!" he burst out, as if this was such a reasonable explanation. Harry stood up and patted his shoulder.

"Just… Don't be mad at her." Harry said before walking out the door, leaving a disgruntled Ron behind him.

Harry walked over to the 'Weasley Table' to find George sitting with Fred. Charlie was dancing with Ginny and Bill with Fleur. Harry took a seat next to George who was sending 'What were you thinking' looks at Fred every once in a while.

"What's going on?" Harry asked George.

"Just chatting with dear Fredrick about recent events. Where have you been?" George stated looking at Harry.

"I was talking to Ron." George furrowed his eyebrows.

"What did you say?" he said, almost accusingly.

"I just told him not to be mad at Hermione." Fred looked up from staring at his fingers."I'm not mad. I'm worried about Ron, but I'm not mad at you two." Harry added.

"What about me? What did he say?" He asked looking slightly guilty but not regretful. Harry shrugged.

"I think he's mad at both of you. I'm going to leave it to you to talk to him though. I don't fancy having my head bashed in." Fred looked alarmed.

"Should I tell him we…" Fred trailed off. Harry looked at him.

"Well, he's going to find out sometime if you two are going to continue." George spoke up. George looked at Fred. "Don't you feel guilty at all?" he asked incredulously. Fred sighed.

"I don't regret it, but I do feel guilty about doing it to Ron. Hermione was worried about him but I don't think she regretted it eith—"

"If you're going to talk about me, talk about me when I'm here," Said the voice of Hermione as she took the seat next to Fred. "So what were you talking about?" Hermione said.

"We were just chatting with dear Fredrick about recent events." George stated simply. Hermione's face hardened.

"Oh, I see." She said bitterly. She turned to Harry in a 'Why are you blaming me!' way.

Harry began, "Hermione, I'm not angr—" but she cut him off.

"Ron had his chance! Seven years in fact, that he could have at least attempted to tell me he liked me. Seven years have gone by and if you are going to be angry at me for giving up on Ron, maybe you don't know me as well as you thought you did! Maybe Ron waited too long!" she took a deep breath. She seemed close to tears. "And maybe…Maybe I don't want to wait for Ron any longer."

"Hermione, I'm not angry at you! I'm just worried about Ron I guess." Harry said. George nodded in agreement. Hermione blushed.

"Oh well…I'm getting a drink," and stood up to leave. Fred rose too and together they walked away, Fred, taking her hand as they disappeared behind the crowd of people.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione, all agreed. Fred would tell Ron that week. It had to be that week because Harry, Ron, and Hermione, were all leaving for Godric's Hollow. Apparently, Hermione and Fred had it planned out but wouldn't tell them how they were going to tell him.

Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Fred, and George, were all sitting at the table eating breakfast when Ginny burst out, "Are you absolutely sure I can't come?" Ginny asked Harry. Harry sighed. 'Not this again…' He thought to himself.

"Yes, Ginny. I'm sure. It's too danger--"

"I can take care of myself!" she exclaimed for what seemed the millionth time that week.

"I know you can, Ginny! I know! But if something happened I wouldn't be able to cope with it!"

"Ron and Hermione can go! Why can't I? They are in no less danger than I would be in!" she shouted at him.

"If you died I would have to live with the fact that if I had stood my ground you would still be alive!"

"I'm still in danger anywhere—"

"I can't loose you! I don't know what I'd do, Ginny! I care about you too much! I'm nowhere near strong enough to take it and move on! If they captured you and threatened me with your life I would give in in a second! I won't risk putting you that close to the Death Eaters! I can't loose you!"

Ginny seemed to shrink under these words. "I— I want to help you." She whispered.

"I know you do. But it wouldn't help if I was always looking over my shoulder to see if you were okay. It'd be too distracting and I have to concentrate." She nodded, not meeting his eyes. Then there was silence.

"Ding Ding! Harry, one. Ginny, zip." George said trying to lighten the mood.

"George!" everyone said. George threw up his hands in defense.

"Sorry! Sorry! Blimey, though crowd…"

The very next day Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were sitting at the table eating breakfast. Fred and George had slept at the flat above the shop. Hermione was shifting nervously in her chair.

Ginny looked up from her oatmeal. "Are you sure I—," she began. Harry cut her off. "Yes, Gin." Silence fell once more.

There was the sound of the front door being opened and two seconds later a magenta-clad Fred came into view. Hermione hopped up from her chair and exclaimed, "Fred, you're here!" She dashed towards him and threw her arms around him. The next second Fred was kissing her. Ron was at a loss for words. But he seemed to find his voice.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

A/N: Hi! Okay, another chapter! Yes, I am evil. Sorry about the cliffy. For all you R/Hr people out there keep reading! You will be happy you did! Are the chapters too long? too short? I'm worried about that. Let me know! Once I get10reviews I'll post the next chapter. The user-only review thing is off. So i hope to get more reviews! Once again, Read Phoenix Flame01's fic, A Step too Far. Awesome story! You will love it!

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