Saturday morning Hermione woke up with a start as she heard something crash downstairs. She looked to her window quickly and thought it was morning. Hermione heard some voices downstairs and quickly grabbed her wand and glanced at the time. It was nearly eleven am. Hermione opened her door quietly and heard two voices whispering to each other. Frowning, she tip toed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

'She's going to kill you,' muttered Harry.

Hermione smiled and leaned against the door. Harry and Fred were oblivious to her as they picked up the remains of a broken glass. Fred shovelled the broken glass onto a plate and Harry shook his head at him, wondering how Hermione would act when she came down.

'We'll just not tell her… or we'll blame it on Ron,' laughed Fred and turned around.

Hermione coughed and the two boys looked up at her. Fred's grin faltered and Harry smirked as he looked to the broken glass then to Fred then to Hermione. She walked in and frowned, the smile she was supporting earlier disappeared, and she grabbed the pieces of glass from Fred. Hermione went to the back door and opened it letting a gust of cool air breeze through her nightie. She dumped the glass into the bin, came back into the house, and set the plate down. Hermione turned to Fred with her arms crossed against her chest. Fred smiled down at her but she sighed and turned to Harry.

'Where is Ron?' she asked, turning her back to Harry.

'Um… I think he was coming in an hour then we're leaving. You better get ready…' Harry looked behind her, probably to Fred.

'Okay, I'll just go and…' Hermione left the kitchen and went up to her room.

Hermione quickly had a shower and thought about the Quidditch match. She thought of the last time they went to the Quidditch match. The death eaters had come and… it was horrible. She hated to think of it but she knew that this would not be the same since Voldemort is dead and hopefully the death eaters, the very few death eaters who aren't in Azkaban, don't do anything stupid.

Hermione changed into a light top and through a cardigan over it and wore some jeans. She also packed a few clothes since they were staying the night. Hermione quickly shut her trunk and went down the stairs. She noticed Fred and Harry's trunks there and left hers beside there's. She went into the living room and took a seat next to Harry, who was watching Fred as he attempted to change the channel on the TV.

'So you can watch other people… through this box thing?' asked Fred, glancing at Hermione.

'Yeah, mate…' muttered Harry.

'Just kidding. Obviously, we know what a TV is,' laughed Fred.

Fred changed the channel to the news and Hermione glanced at the clock. It was nearly twelve and Ron wasn't here yet. Fred saw her looking at the clock and then his eyes fixed onto the TV screen with a frown.

'Ronald will be here soon,' he said, 'Want to grab something to eat before the match? They'll have a few stalls or even restaurants there. Like last time, the food was amazing. Anyway, the game doesn't start until four.'

'If you want,' muttered Harry, glancing at Hermione, who fidgeted with her fingers.

'What's wrong, Mia?' asked Fred, chucking the remote to Harry as he stood up.

'Nothing, why?' asked Hermione, standing up too.

'You look a bit…' muttered Fred and then looked to Harry then back to Hermione, searching for the right word.

'I'm fine,' said Hermione when Fred didn't say anything, 'I think I need some water.'

Hermione left the room and frowned to herself. She wasn't fine but she didn't want to say anything. Especially in front of Fred. Truth was she missed George terribly. Usually Fred and George would be making jokes and now Fred… She didn't know what came over her. Hermione grabbed a glass and filled it with water. She leaned against the kitchen counter and heard rather than saw, Fred come in. She looked up and he was leaning against the door, just as she had been this morning. Hermione looked down to her feet and willed herself not to cry.

'Don't drop the glass,' muttered Fred and came over to her.

Fred grabbed the glass and his hands covered hers. Hermione didn't know that her hand was shaking until he grabbed it and it was still again. She looked up into the baby blue eyes and wished that his twin would be here too. Even making fun of them or making jokes about this situation. She hated the sad look in his eyes. Fred was laughing on the outside but inside? He was hurting so much and Hermione hated the feeling. She hated that he was hurting. She hated that she couldn't help him. She hated that everyone just let him act like nothing was wrong.

'What's wrong?' asked Fred in a slow and soft whisper.

'Everything,' muttered Hermione and she found herself spilling every thought she had just had about George and Fred's hurt into the air of space in between them, 'I don't know how to help you, Fred, but I want to. I really hate this. I love that you act happy but I know it's not true. I know you are hurting. I know you don't want me to go to the Quidditch game. You want George instead. I don't feel right going.'

Silence followed and Hermione nearly flinched away from Fred's angry frown. He let his hand drop and moved away from her. He ran a hand through his hair and turned his back on her. This scared Hermione because he only ran a hand through his hair when he was upset, like when George died, or when he was angry. Hermione was about to apologise when Fred turned around and took in a long breath.

'You're so wrong, Mia,' sighed Fred and moved closer to her. He placed the glass of water down onto the counter and took her hand in his. He held their hands in between their chest and he gazed into her eyes, 'I am hurting. Yes, obviously, I am but I want you to go to the Quidditch game. I miss George but, Mia; I want you to come with me. I wouldn't want anyone else to go except you… you have helped me so much and you don't even realise how much. Now I know what I was missing all that time when I thought of you as my brother's best friend. You are not just Ron's best friend… you're MY friend… Actually… I don't think of you as just a friend… I l-'

'Hermione?' Ron's voice in the hallway made Hermione jump out of Fred's grasp.

She turned her back on Fred and felt him sigh angrily and move away. Hermione grabbed her water and turned around just as Ron entered the kitchen. He smiled and moved to her, taking her in his arm and pecking her mouth. Fred glared angrily at Hermione before leaving the room. Hermione managed a smile at Ron and downed her glass of water as an excuse to get out of his arms. Hermione cleaned the glass and dried it wishing Ron wouldn't stand there. She turned around and Ron grabbed her hand and led her into the living room.

'Shall we go then?' asked Harry.

'Sure,' said Ron.

Harry and Fred got up and Ron went out into the hall. Hermione let Harry through to the hall and watched as Fred walked to her. He didn't say a word and passed through her and into the hall. Ron grabbed his and Hermione's trunk.

'Okay grab your trunk, Fred,' said Harry and Fred took his trunk, 'We need to apparate to the portkey.'

Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and Harry grabbed her hand. Fred grabbed both arms and they apparated. Hermione sighed before they apparated and Fred glanced at her briefly. They landed in a quiet field and started walking silently. Harry started talking to Ron and they walked ahead. Hermione moved to walk with Fred and he sighed, glancing over to her again.

'Hermione, it doesn't-' he started in a whisper but Hermione cut him off.

'What were you going to say?' asked Hermione, 'In the kitchen? Fred… are we friends?'

'Course we are, Mia,' he whispered, and shrugged, 'You've helped me through so much… I love you. Really… as a friend.'

Hermione's heart flipped, her stomach rumbled with the excitement and her face blushed as he said he loved her but… she calmed down and felt sort of… disappointed… when he said as a friend. She didn't know what she was expecting but she decided to laugh it off.

'I love you too, Fred,' she laughed and he smiled only slightly, clutching at what looked like a necklace.

'Should we eat first?' asked Harry, turning to look at Fred.

'Sure, I'm starving,' said Fred and turned to Hermione, 'What about you?'

'I'm hungry too,' said Hermione and she noticed the small pot that must be their portkey up ahead.

Harry, Ron, Fred and Hermione grabbed the portkey as it lit up and they were thrown into the circle of oblivion. They finally landed on the campsite of the Quidditch match. Tents were already up and people were lounging in the sun which seemed to be hotter in these parts. Harry and Fred pointed to something and Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and led her after the two other boys.

'You should eat this, Hermione, it's absolutely amazing,' shouted Fred over the noise.

They got to a stall and Harry ordered something for all of them as Fred, Ron and Hermione sat on the grass. Ron lay out a picnic sheet and they sat on it, watching as people practiced magic and made green and silver shoot out of their wands. Hermione turned as Harry carried four boxes of food.

'Cheese burger. They are amazing,' muttered Harry as Hermione opened the burger and her eyes nearly bulged at the size of it, 'and big too.'

Hermione eyes it suspiciously and then took her first bite. It had obviously been made with some kind of magic because it tasted so good. It was really big so she only ate half of it and Ron ate the rest. They finished their food and lounged in the sun for hours. Hermione lay next to Ron, who had closed his eyes. She looked up at the clouds and tried to make shapes.

'Come one, Mia,' muttered Fred and grabbed her hand. He yanked her up and she collided with his chest, 'Ooof… sorry.

Hermione turned to Harry who smiled at her and then to Ron who was fast asleep. Fred said, 'Ron won't wake up just yet. Come on, let's buy something.'

Fred grabbed her hand and pulled her along after him. Hermione got pushed by the tons of people. She collided into Fred's side and Fred grinned. He held her waist and barged forward. They appeared at a couple of shops and went into a joke shop.

'Came here with Georgie all the time,' muttered Fred but he didn't seem upset and only smiled as Hermione got pushed again.

Hermione was pulled along by Fred and listened as he told some stories of how many pranks he had pulled with George and how many they had gotten away with. She laughed as he told her about the time they had given Dudley that sweet, even though she had heard the story before. It was better and funnier hearing it from Fred. They got to the love potions area and Fred looked suggestively at Hermione who only looked shocked and embarrassed. They left the shop and went into another one with Quidditch supplies. Fred bought a few things and always checked to see if Hermione was still near him.

'Do you want something?' he asked as she looked around the shop.

'No, I'm okay,' she muttered back, not really one for Quidditch.

Fred and Hermione left the shops. The crowd was thinning out and no one was pushing other people but Fred still held her hand. A few people walked by and smiled at them, probably thinking they were a couple. Hermione blushed slightly but Fred didn't notice. They got back to Harry and Ron. Ron noticed their entwined hands and glared at Fred. He got up and grabbed his robes.

'Why are you holding her hand?' he bellowed but it wasn't so loud since other people's voices were really loud.

'There was a crowd and I was just making sure she wouldn't get lost,' shouted Fred and got Ron off of him.

Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her to him. He took her face in his hands and kissed her lips. Fred looked away and Harry shook his head at Fred, for some reason.

'Tell me when you go away. I was so worried,' muttered Ron and Hermione sighed.

'I can take care of myself. Don't try to control me, Ronald,' muttered Hermione.

Ron glared at her but before he could so much as blink, Fred spoke.

'We should get the tent up,' he said.

'Yes, we should,' muttered Harry, 'coming, Ron?'

Ron looked to Harry and then nodded. He let go of Hermione and then followed Harry. Hermione gritted her teeth and didn't look at Fred as she walked behind the two boys. Fred walked behind Hermione making sure she didn't get pushed or lost.