The three quickly apparated in the tent to avoid being seen by muggles. Hermione sighed in happiness. It felt so good to be with a lot of people. It made her feel more loved. The entire Weasley family was crowded around a table in the middle of the tent. She noticed that the tent wasn't the one that they had used while camping the previous year, it was new.

"Hermione!" Ginny yelped, jumping from her chair, knocking it over as she went and hugging her. Though buried in the hug Hermione managed to laugh as the rest of the Weasley family got up to greet her. Mrs Weasley beamed at her.

"Finally. We've been waiting for you to come back for a while." Mrs Weasley embraced her in a short hug then moved on to her son.

"Ronald Weasley! What took you so long? You were gone for about an hour!"

Ron's ears started turning red. Thankfully, she rolled her eyes and moved on before Ron could start making up an excuse. The sound of music blared from outside the tent as she bustled away. She rolled her eyes.

"Arthur, why did you pick a plot so close to the stage, we can't go five minutes without hearing this bloody muggle music!"

The entire room screeched to a hault. Mr Weasley looked appauled, as Mrs Weasley quickly put her hands over her mouth. Shocked at herself.

"Molly! Don't swear when we have company!"

Hermione looked over at Harry then nudged her head towards Ron.

"Now I see where he gets it from."

Harry nodded blankly and bit his lip.

"I've heard this song before."

Hermione looked at him her mouth agape.

"How could you not?!"

She had recognised the song herself, and barely able to contain her excitement had ran outside the tent. Groaning, she suddenly regretted wearing sandals. The mud was unbearable.

But she was transfixed on the stage, a few yards away, which as she stood there was the heart of the festival. Cheering and yelling from the crowd was unbearable. Yet still, she found herself walking through the muggle tents to get a closer look at the band playing. As she rounded past a large tent, she was in full view of the band.

My Chemical Romance. Her heart was racing. Gerard was right there on stage. His gorgeus black hair falling around his face. Utter shock and disbelief took over. Then it all went black as she went limp and fell to the ground.

Her eyes blinked open. She was lying on her back on a bed.

"Thank god. She's awake Mum!"

Hermione rubbed her head and propped herself up on her elbows. Immediately as she did, she found herself face to face with a familiar freckled face. Shocked, she jumped and fell out of the bed she was in. Ron burst out laughing and helped her up.

As he did, she noticed that it was early evening. Light was peaking from the flap in the tent, a fantastic orange and red from the sunset. She yawned and groaned, rubbing her head which had clearly suffered a painful blow to it.

"What the hell happened?" asked Hermione, grunting in pain. Ron grimaced sympathetically and offered her a chair.

"I'll tell you. Just sit down and I'll get Harry." he said, calling his friends name. "Harry! Harry! She's awake!"

A few seconds later Harry entered in Hermione's little segment of the tent.

"How are you feeling Mione?" Harry questioned, patting her on the back. She nodded at him.

"I'm okay. Bit dizzy."

He nodded back.

"Well you really should go back to bed. Your fall was pretty nasty. He says you hit a rock. No wonder your dizzy."

Hermione cocked her head to one side and looked at him questionably.

"What? Who's he? You mean Ron?"

Harry gazed at Ron. Ron shook his head.

"Haven't told her yet."

She hated having things kept from her. Frustrated she rose her voice.

"Tell me!"

Ron and Harry bit there lips. The Ron spoke again, warningly.

"Just make sure you don't faint again."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"TELL ME!"

Ron narrowed his eyebrows.

"Promise me you won't faint."

Woah. Hermione was taken aback by his directness and firmness. She nodded blankly.

"Good. So anyway, you wandered off out of the tent." Harry sighed and began. "You told me you recognised a song and went to see the stage. We didn't bother following you because we thought you could make it back on your own. You got to the stage and fainted. I guess you were tired, or maybe just excited." Harry raised his eyebrows and smirked. Hermione blushed. Meanwhile, Ron didn't seem to get it.

"What do you mean?"

Hermione and Harry sighed. Harry explained.

"I have a feeling Hermione didn't just like the music."

Hermione was a fierce shade of scarlett. Ron was appauled.

"What...?"

Harry continued hastily.

"So then he had just finished playing for the night and when he came down from the stage he saw you. He called to see if anyone knew you and obviously, no-one did. So he picked you up and went round the tents seeing if anyone knew you. Our tent was last. Ron quickly stopped him coming in, and took you in. Ten-minutes later, this is where we are now."

Hermione's eyes were like tennis-balls. Her mouth was the same shape. She managed to form to words, that seemed to be the words of the day.

"Who's he?"

Ron and Harry looked at eachother. Ron took a deep intake of breath and whispered.

"Gerard Way."

Hermione was so over-come with shock she just sat there silently. Pale as a sheet. Then the colour all flooded back suddenly, and a look of anger replaced the shock. She could be being tricked.

"Ha ha. Very funny. Yeah right."

She got up and walked over to her bed. Tears welling up in her eyes. Her voice got fiercer.

"Why the hell are you making stuff like this up? Think I might find it funny? Well if that's the sort of thing you'd think would pass by well with me then you clearly don't know me at all."

She turned dramatically. Harry looked amazed. Ron looked depressed. Then he started to speak, his voice cracking.

"Look. We aren't joking. It was him. Want proof? Here's your proof."

Ron threw something at her. It was a photograph. There was Gerard, real as ever, standing with a girl in his arms. She recognised the girl to be herself. It was a muggle photograph, because it wasn't moving.

"I took a picture for you with your muggle camera. So you could show your muggle friends." he said bitterly.

Hermione felt so terrible. Why was she so naturally untrusting? She should trust Ron more than anyone. She loved him. Biting her lip, she walked back over and leaned down to Ron's face, kissing his cheek lightly and caressing it with her hand.

"Ron. I'm sorry. It's just, so unbelievable. I wouldn't have believed it if anyone had said it."

Ron's face brightened. Harry meanwhile, was humming to himself and turning away. Hermione moved on to him.

"Look Harry. I'm sorry too." But did nothing to his face except put a half-smile on it. Hermione straightened up and walked back to her bunk.

"I really should get to bed. I'm feel so dizzy." she yawned, clambering into her bed. Harry exited as she did, but Ron stayed. She beckoned him over. He came. She leant up and kissed his mouth softly. Ron grabbed a strand of her hair and twirled it around his finger. Hermione went back to kissing him. Enjoying every second their lips touched. His kisses tasted of chocolate. She was about to lean in for one last kiss when he stopped her and spoke.

"Hermione, I should really go now."

Hermione looked disappointed.

"Oh."

Ron gave her the lop-sided grin, the one she loved.

"We'll spend the whole day together tommorow. It's just that, if I don't go now, Mum's gonna come in. And I don't actually need a commentary on our relationship."

Hermione smiled weakly and flopped back onto her pillow. Ron got up and went to the flap that seperated her room from the living room of the tent. Then sudddenly he turned back.

"Oh I forgot! As that Gerard guy was coming to our tent, I heard him say: 'I'll be back to the tent in a sec, I just need to check if anyone knows this chick in this tent. If not she can sleep in the tour bus with us. I don't mind giving her my bunk, I'll just sleep on the couch.'"

She leant up. Regret overflowed in her heart.

"Gerard Way was going to let me sleep in his bunk and yet you still took me? I hate you Ron." she said a bit more fiercely then she meant and threw a pillow at Ron. Ron looked annoyed, but then just smiled.

"Yep. I'm sorry, maybe you can talk to Gerard about that tommorow, when we visit his tour bus."

YAY! Loved writing that. LOL. More My Chemical Potter in a a few weeks. I know, A FEW WEEKS! But the problem is I'm moving house and I the computer will take a while to start up. That's why I wrote a pretty long chappie. R&R PLEASE!

P.S Just before anyone asks:

No. I am not going to write any Rated R scenes. So don't be scared : P