Ginny had never seen Hermione act this way. Currently, she was sitting on her bed, staring blankly at the wall while Ginny tried to persuade her to talk about it.

"Hermione, just tell me what happened." Ginny said soothingly, rubbing Hermione's back, but Hermione did not move. Ginny was positive that Hermione wouldn't even blink had she not needed to. Taking a deep breath, Ginny stood from the bed and walked to the door. "Well, I'll be downstairs if you need me." She said plainly. As she predicted, Hermione didn't register that Ginny had ever walked into the room.

Ginny shut the door quietly behind her, turned around, and stomped down the stairs over to Fred.

"Did she say anything?" He asked her desperately. Ginny cocked a sarcastic eyebrow at him.

"What do you bloody think Fred?" She snapped. Fred sighed and sat on the couch, cradling his head in his hands.

"Maybe I should go and-"

"If you so much as take one step up those stairs to try and talk to her, I will personally blast you out the Astronomy Tower." Ginny warned, glaring at him with such fervor that he sat down under the intensity of her accusing eyes. Ron entered the common room, smiling with Dean and Seamus. However, the moment his eyes fell on Fred, his smile vanished and his face became stone-like. Dean and Seamus, thoroughly aware of what had happened, excused themselves from the awkward moment. Ron stalked over to Ginny, his face softening.

"How is she?" He asked softly. Ginny's face dropped the anger immediately as she turned to her usually annoying brother.

"Not so good. She still won't even move. Where's Harry?" She asked him, looking around for him. Ron shrugged.

"'Dunno, he said something about how stupid he felt and that he was going to write to Sirius about all of it. Who knows, maybe he can help." He said, sitting down on the armchair across from the couch. Ginny sighed and sat on the arm-rest. Both Weasleys turned their eyes to their brother and glared…again.

"Okay look you two. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt Hermione like this, you know I wouldn't do that to her! I l-" He caught himself, earning raised brows from his sister and brother. "I love her like a sister." He lied. Ginny's eyes became a tad warmer and she walked over to him.

"I can't say that I don't think you aren't the most hypocritical prat ever known…besides Ron…but you should be saying this to Hermione, not us. I'll let you go try and talk to her, but I warn you, you'll probably fail too." She said, squeezing Fred's hand a little too hard. Fred nodded and stood, turning to Ron.

"Is this okay with you?" He asked. Ron looked at him darkly.

"No. If you hurt her even more, I'll kick your ass." He snarled. "But good luck anyway." He added. Fred nodded, thinking this was probably as far as it would go for now. Taking a deep breath, he began the oddly long ascent to Hermione's dorm.

Just to be a gentleman, he knocked twice, even though he knew Hermione most likely wouldn't answer the door. He was right, so he just opened it barely and called her name.

"Hermione? Can I come in for a sec?" He asked softly, and when there was no reply, he cautiously stepped in and turned around.

Hermione was laying face-down on the floor, still and pale. Fred hurried over to her and began to shake her gently.

"Hermione? Wake up!" He said softly, thinking she was peacefully sleeping. She didn't stir. Panicking a bit at the blank look on her face, he shook her a bit more forcefully, poking her slightly.

"Hermione! Wake up now! I need to talk to you! Her-" He was stopped mid-sentence as his thumb traced over her lips, parting them a little. The moment he did, the smallest trickle of blood dribbled over her pale lips, onto his finger. And that was enough. He hoisted her into his arms and came running out of the door.

"Get Dumbledore! Dumbledore! Go you gits! He yelled, running past Ron and Ginny, who stood immediately and followed.

"What the hell did you do to her?" Ron roared as he and Ginny fought to keep pace with Fred, who didn't even buckle under Hermione's weight.

"Nothing!" He bellowed back. Ginny screamed at both of them to shut up.

Luckily for them, Professor McGonagall was patrolling the halls that evening. She noticed the teenagers running at her, and at first was appalled that they would be running in the halls. Than she noticed how unhealthy Hermione looked in Fred's arms, and something inside her knew it was wrong.

"Good Heavens! Mr. Weasley! Miss Weasley! What on Earth are you doing? What happened?!" She demanded, scrutinizing the three red-heads.

"Professor! We need to get Hermione to the hospital wing! Now!" Ginny barked, looking worriedly at Hermione, who still lay limp as ever in Fred's arms. Professor McGonagall looked torn between taking Hermione herself or escorting the three wizards.

"Alright! Hurry up than!" She said breathlessly, gesturing them to follow her.

……..

Fred, Ginny, Ron, and now Harry all waited outside the doors to the hospital wing. Fred was pacing like a madman, Ginny was crying quietly into Harry's shoulder, and Ron was leaning against the wall, throwing evil looks at Fred every so often.

George came strutting around the corner just as the big doors opened. Dumbledore walked out, smiling slightly like always. He noticed George and gestured him over.

"Mr. Weasley, you'll want to hear this too." He said softly. George turned and gave everyone a confused look, which they all returned with dark looks. Still, all of them gathered around the Headmaster, eager to learn Hermione's condition.

"Well? What's wrong with her?" Ron asked impatiently.

"Magical Allergies. It seems that Miss Granger is allergic to one of the ingredients in one of your potions." He said, looking at the twins. "My guess is that it was part of the Day Dream potion. She would have passed out earlier had it been the Love Potion." Looking around at the sad, anticipating faces of his students, he smiled widely. "She will be alright. She should be waking up in about two hours." He said, and smiled larger when everyone let out a rush of air. Fred collapsed to the ground, wringing his hands. George blinked, considering the fact that he had potentially hurt one of his friends. Neither twin was laughing or smiling for once in their lives.

……….

Since his friends banned him from visiting Hermione during the day, Fred had to wait until it was around eight p.m. to actually go and see her.

He snuck quietly out of the common room, ignoring the Fat Lady's complaints to her friends about how all her students were whiny and "always yell at me to open the door! I mean, they could always ask nicely!"

He walked down the halls leading to the Hospital Wing, thinking only of the girl that lay in the bed covered with Get-Well-Soon Cards and treats. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

Luckily, when he got into the wing, Madam Pomfrey was not in sight. He closed the door softly, not wanting to make too much noise. He observed the beds as he walked down the aisle; Marcus Flint was sleeping soundly in the first bed on the right, a rather large lump on his forehead. In the next bed, a small first-year blonde girl lay trembling in her sleep, small scratches all over her face.

The next eight beds or so were empty. He was beginning to wonder if Hermione had her own private bed or something when he finally found her.

She looked just like the other two patients, minus the boil and scratches. She was still pale, yet her cheeks had regained the rosy aura near her ears. Hermione's chest rose and fell with every steady breath, and Fred was quite glad that she was sound asleep, therefore giving him the chance to sit on her bed and take her hand, running his thumbs over her pinkies, index fingers…

"Fred?" Her weary, hoarse voice entered his ears, and he immediately dropped his hand.

"Uhh, Hermione! You're awake!" He said, trying his best not to sound awkward. She yawned and hoisted herself up on her elbows, taking the sight of him in.

"What are you doing here?" She asked sleepily. Fred swallowed and sat back down.

"Look, Hermione, we need to talk. Obviously, I heard everything you said during that dumb prank…and I just wanted to apologize. I really had no idea that you…er…liked me. Or that you were allergic to Day Dream potion!" He said quickly, trying his best to sound sincere. Hermione waited.

"And?" She asked. Fred took a deep breath.

"And, I think it's very sweet that you care for me like that. I mean, sometimes I wondered if you had a crush on me or something, but than I thought if you did, why do you always get mad at me?" He asked. Hermione allowed herself to fall back onto the pillow, smiling.

"Oh Fred. I needed a reason to talk to you." She said, blushing like crazy. She scooted over slightly, allowing Fred some room to lie down with her.

He laid next to her, propped up on his own elbow, his chest turned to her as he intertwined his fingers with her own, watching her face as she began to laugh quietly.

"I'm really terribly shy." She said happily. Fred beamed down at her.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" He asked. Hermione looked away, thinking for a moment.

"Only if you kiss me." She stated, looking at him with as much happy/seriousness as she could muster. Fred's eyes widened slightly.

Their lips met and Hermione was relieved to find herself still there, lying on her hospital bed, kissing the man of her dreams, instead of some ballroom wearing a pretty dress with a fake guy. Fred released her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist, using the other to push himself closer to her. And Hermione smiled into the kiss that had yet to be broken.

Yeah, he was forgiven.