AN: Well, here is the other half!! Much shorter than the other, but combine them and I just thought the chapter was too long for my taste. So, voila my dearies! Enjoy!

Hermione skidded to a halt outside the door and tried to open it. It was locked. Not wanting to waste any time, she pulled her wand out and nearly screamed, 'Alohomora' and, upon hearing the small click, hustled into the room.

The moment her foot entered the door, a large water balloon fell on her head. Hermione stood, shocked, in the middle of a sopping puddle when suddenly, the door behind her was closed by long fingers. A scary, twisted version of Professor McGonagall approached her, her eyes blazing.

"You…Fail…" It began to chant. Hermione's eyes widened as it melted away before her, like clay on a hot day. She turned around, thinking she could get out through one of the windows, but was stopped by some flying chalk-board erasers. Of course, only the Muggle Studies classroom would have some of these. They did everything by hand anyways, including cleaning the chalkboard. The erasers began pounding themselves together in front of her, giving off such a haze of dust that Hermione began to choke and she swatted blindly at them. She fought through, when suddenly; a large hand took her own and began leading her up…stairs?

Hermione opened her eyes and saw a stranger's back leading her up to what looked like a ballroom. They were no longer in the old classroom, and Hermione was no longer wet, dust-covered and messy. No, now she was wearing a long, white dress. With halter straps and a swirl of fabric that laced in between her fingers and fell near her elbows, up to her shoulders like she had small wings on each arm. Her hair had been delicately shaped into a small bun with a few, teasing strands framing her amazed face. Than the stranger turned around, and her confusion and miserable nature melted just like the Professor McGonagall manikin.

"Hello Hermione. You look lovely." Fred purred, kissing her pale, delicate fingertips. Hermione could have squealed. They had reached the top of the stairs, only now, there were no other couples. Still music, but she and Fred were the only ones in the room. Fred held his hand out, placing hers in his large fingers, than allowing her to place her other hand on his shoulder, meanwhile looping his other arm around her back. Than they were waltzing.

Hermione had never been in such a pure state of bliss in her life. It was her own little fairy-tale, waltzing with Fred under the stars, wearing the most beautiful gown she had ever seen. Fred smiled down at her, and she noticed they had stopped swirling.

Never taking his eyes away from her, Fred released her hand and lopped his arm around her back, just like the other one. He was now holding her, bringing her closer and closer. Hermione felt her hands wrap themselves around his neck, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering against her insides. Slowly, Fred's lips approached her own, her anticipation building up and threatening to explode inside her heart. They were almost there, an inch more and she would have her first kiss with her first crush.

"Wait, Fred…I have to tell you. I've wanted this for a long time. You know, you being my first kiss? You see, I've been in love with you since third year probably, but I never was that brave of a girl to tell you. So, now you know, and I just wanted to say that I'm glad you feel the same." She said breathlessly. Fred smiled down at her before moving a hair further, than Hermione could feel his cool, sweet-smelling breath upon her excited lips.

And with that, he dropped her. He took his arms away, causing her to stumble backwards, with no one to grab, she tumbled down the stairs, yelling his name, before falling with a thud on her bottom, and probably ripping her new…school uniform?

Looking around, the ballroom was gone, replaced by the musty desks of the classroom. Hermione hair was still wet, and her face looking powdered by the erasers. Shakily, she stood, whispering Fred's name as though she was calling him. However, this time, when her heart heard his name, it did not twist and feel the need to be next to him, a feeling she understood now to be the result of a love potion Harry had slipped her for the twins. Still, it ached, just like it always did hen he would smile at her or make her laugh. But this was deeper. Her heart literally hurt. It pounded in her chest, sore as ever, allowing tears to rush to her eyes and she turned around the room, looking for some trace that the dance, Fred, her gown…had been real. Her eyes fell upon the door to the classroom, where George was clapping.

"Bravo! Hermione, bravo! Wonderful performance, dancing with the air…and of course, almost kissing the air…oh and your sweet confession to the air!" He began to laugh hard. Hermione blinked at him, ignoring the tears that ran down her face. Her eyes settled on Fred, who was once again leaning on the doorframe, his arms crossed and an intense look in his eyes.

"You had Harry put a love potion in my drink…didn't you?" She choked out. Fred nodded solemnly.

"And a DayDream charm!" George butt in. Hermione didn't even look at him. Her brown eyes stared at Fred, analyzing the way he stood against the frame. He stared back, his face questioning. Hermione sniffled and covered her mouth with her hand, closing her eyes and steadying herself. Stop crying you git! Do not let them see you cry! Taking a deep breath, she delayed her sobs as long as she could, turning to look up at Fred, who peered back down at her.

"You win." She whispered to him, holding her arms tightly to her chest as though to stop her heart from beating so very loud. Fred's eyes followed her retreating form, a feeling of dreadful, soul-wrenching guilt rising in his throat.

"Mate! Hello? We did it! We won!" George said, hopping like a little boy.

"Hurray for us." Fred muttered. He shut the door and began to pace around the classroom, running his hands through his hair.

"Fred, what are you doing? Let's go celebrate! I've got some butterbeer-"

"Did you not hear her George!? Did you not listen to her whole confession!? She likes me! Heaven forbid, she really liked me! And look what I've just done to her! If I had known she had been that way I'd never have agreed to this! Damn it George, I'm a bloody git to do such a thing! Make her believe that I liked her back, and than almost kiss her!" Fred sounded disgusted with himself as she pounded a fist on the nearest table. George back away a few steps.

"But Fred, I thought we wanted to make her surrender!" George complained. Fred shook his head, rubbing his forehead.

"Not like this…definitely not like this…" He said softly. George thought about why his twin was acting so odd, when suddenly he widened his eyes and let his mouth drop.

"You like her too, don't you Fred?"