The Next day Fred woke up hoping against hope that his clock would have turned back, and he could redo his awful Saturday. Unfortunately, his clock still continued in it's happy song of tick, tick, tick, so he got out of bed dreading going down to the great hall and hearing all the jeering from the Slytherins, and looks of Sympathy from the Gryffindors. He was so disappointed that his clock hadn't actually gone back in time, that it took him several moments to realize that he was putting his shirt on back to front. Finally managing to put all his clothes on correctly, Fred left his dormitory, and went to go see where George had got.

George was waiting for him in the common room holding an order form for Weasley Wizard Wheezes, the company they were currently trying to find a premise for. Fred sat down, and George began talking to him in a hushed undertone.

"So Fred," George began, "I think I've finally found the perfect place to rent. It's in Diagon Alley, and the price isn't too bad-"

Fred had stopped listening. He was staring goggle eyed at Hermione, who had just walked out of the Girls Dormitory; somewhere even Fred and George had never gone into. She was wearing her school robes, and had donned her Prefects Badge proudly. She was smiling, but when she spotted him and George, she glanced contemptibly at them, and kept walking. She walked determinedly out the portrait hole, and presumably down to breakfast.

Fred turned back to George, who was still talking about the premises.

"And so I think we should mail this back pronto because we don't want to be ousted for this once in a lifetime opportunity, and so-Fred? Are you even listening to me?"

Fred had been thinking about how Hermione had changed suddenly. She hadn't had bushy hair, and he had just noticed that her eyes, that had been narrowed in dislike, were the shade of his favorite Honeyduke's chocolate.

"Fred? Fred? EARTH TO FRED!"

"What?" Fred jerked as if he had been sleeping. "What?" he asked angrily.

"You look like a fish out of water. What were you thinking about anyways?"

"Ummmm." Fred really didn't want to respond. "I was thinking about, the….. new…. Patented Daydream charms we are working on. Yeah, that." Fred was sure George didn't believe him, but his twin let it go.

"So Fred….." George began hesitantly.

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering if I could date Angelina? I mean now that she dumped you, I was wondering….Well…. You know."

Fred, who was still thinking about Hermione, had almost forgotten about Angelina. "What is wrong with me?" He thought. "Am I just going to forget about 3 months of dating Angelina because Hermione walks down the stairs?" Strangely though, he had, and in his haste to go see Hermione again, her nearly fell out of his chair. Fortunately George thought that was because of his question about Angelina, and quickly backtracked.

"Uh, I mean, nevermind, I can ask her later-"

Bur Fred had already stood up and said, "You know what George, if you want to date Angelina, then I am perfectly and irrevocably happy for you. Good luck with her." And with that Fred left the common room, leaving his twin staring dumfounded at his back. Something was totally wrong with Fred, he decided, and he was going to find out what.