Hey! Here's chapter two! :) I was really nervous to post this because there might be a lot of mistakes (again) which I might have overlooked. They pointed it out to me (for the last chapter). I don't know if i got this one right but I hope you'll tell me.

Anyway, here it is.

All of them went to the stadium. Thousands of witches and wizards were already seated in their places, all of them looked excited. The Weasley's, Harry and Hermione marched to the Top Box while chattering about the upcoming match. Hermione sat between Harry and Fred; both looked positively thrilled. She was glad to see Harry smile. Her best friend needs a break –from his relatives, school, Malfoy, Snape and Voldemort.

A few moments later, just like what was indicated in the program Hermione got for them, a hundred veela (according to Mr. Weasley, that's what they're called) were already gliding out onto the field.

Then the veela danced and the boys were entranced, especially Ron, Harry, Fred and George. Hermione swore that the boys were even thinking of jumping from the box into the stadium. She saw that Harry was already planning to do so. She pulled him back next to her. Ron was gaping at the sight. As for Fred. . .

Well, he's a lot better than Harry and Ron but Hermione's still a BIT irritated. She then called Fred and pulled him to his seat. Fred blinked and looked at her.

"What?" he asked confusedly.

"Nothing. You are just being an idiot, watching those veela with-" Hermione explained with difficulty. Fred raised a brow as he waited for Hermione to continue with her explanation. She sighed. "I think Harry wanted to jump a while ago, you know. I believe that if I didn't pull you back here, you'll try to do the same."

"Really?" he said, half-amused half-confused. He then looked at the veela who were lined up along one side of the field. "Oh. The veela. . . sure." Fred smiled at Hermione.

To Hermione's surprise, Fred grabbed her hand and held it in his. Her heart raced faster. Normally, she would have smacked anybody, apart from Harry and Ron, who would hold (or at least attempt to hold) her hand. Why can't she do that now? Why does a simple friendly gesture made her like a giddy twelve year old who, for the first time was noticed by her crush? Just silly. Very silly indeed. She looked at Fred and saw that he was still smiling at her.

"Just in case I tried to jump." He explained as he pointed at their joined hands.

"But they've already stopped. What's the point?" Hermione asked.

"I know. But they're still in the field. Only you can stop me from doing something idiotic." He winked and gave her a crooked smile. "Call me if ever I'll do something stupid."

Fred's smile intrigued her. It was as if he knew something- a secret he'd never tell but is happy and content knowing about it. Hermione's heart stopped. She looked away because she knew that her red-colored face would give her away. "Why is that so?" she asked, finally recovered from the embarrassment.

"Nothing. Just a hunch." Fred said. His mouth moved a bit, curving into a small smile.

Fred held Hermione's hand in his and never, even once, let it go. Hermione had a difficult time concentrating on the game because of Fred. When Krum caught the Snitch (but the Ireland still won), all of them cheered loudly. The only time Fred let her go was when he and George went to Ludo Bagman to get their winnings in the bet.

Hermione felt really happy that time. Not only because she enjoyed watching the game (which was surprising) but of course, because of Fred. That's something she won't deny.

They went back to their tent, except Mr. Weasley and Fred who stayed outside. They all sat down and drank cocoa, not feeling sleepy at all. They animatedly discussed and talked about the match. Hermione only joined the conversation occasionally, only when she was called or directly asked by the others. She was preoccupied with her own thoughts.

Fred. He's all in her mind. He was definitely driving her mad.

However, one particular topic caught her attention.

"The veela?" Hermione heard Ginny ask.

"Yes. It was indicated in the book 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them'." Charlie said.

"Wait. What was written in that book?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Veela's singing and dancing and beauty hypnotizes men. They will do everything just to impress them." Charlie recited.

"So that's why these boys looked stupid when the veela appeared." said Ginny flatly. No doubt, she saw Harry's attempt.

"Hey!" exclaimed Ron indignantly.

"Ron, it's a fact. She's not making that up. You really do look like you know-" Hermione seconded.

"Really?" a doubtful Ron asked.

"Yeah." Both Ginny and Hermione answered.

"Ron. You really looked stupid. Your mouth was hanging open. We could put a Quaffle in your mouth and there'd still be a space left for a Bludger." teased Bill. All of them laughed.

"Rubbish." Said a very red-faced Ron.

"But there's something else." said Charlie with a wicked grin.

"What?" asked Ron, Ginny and Hermione at the same time.

"But the charm can come apart when the man bewitched hears the call of the beloved woman or what is predestined."

At the exact moment Charlie said those, Fred came bursting inside the tent. Hermione blushed this time. She remembered what exactly Fred told her at the stadium. Is it possible that Fred…

"True. We've studied those." said George seriously.

All of them looked at George in disbelief. "You're studying? For real?" asked Charlie.

It was already late when Mr. Weasley told them to sleep. Hermione was having a hard time falling asleep though. She was still thinking of what Charlie and Fred said.

"Only you can stop me from doing something idiotic." she heard Fred's voice in her head.

"But the charm can come apart when the man bewitched hears the call of the beloved woman or what is predestined." Charlie's words came back in her head. She groaned as she buried her face in her pillow.

Maybe it was just a coincidence and Fred meant something else. 'No,' said another voice in her mind. 'It's not a coincidence. He likes you.' It's impossible. Fred likes Angelina. Remember her? She's always with him. They're both in the team. They know each other well. He's just flirting. Just being the typical Fred, that's all.

Nothing else.

With those words, pain struck Hermione. That's what it was –pure plain flirting. She then forced herself to sleep.

HEYHEYHEY! What? :) Is it too much?