"Come on, Fred, ya gotta eat something." George said piling my favourite foods onto my plate. I stared at the ham and cheese sandwich, corn and chicken noodle soup he laid in front of me; I wanted to eat I just wasn't hungry. I felt like I was going to throw up and like my heart was in my throat.

"You guys didn't break up; you'll be back together by tomorrow. Please eat something" My twin pleaded.

I spared a glance down the table to look at Hermione. She was talking to Harry and Ginny. To an outsider she might seem okay, but I could see how sad she was. A part of me wanted to rip whoever made her that miserable into pieces. Then I remembered I was the reason.

I slowly dipped a spoon into my soup and ate some of the chicken noodle to appease my brother. As long as I ate slowly, the soup wouldn't upset my stomach.

"That's it!" George said slamming down his fork and pushing back from the table. I watched as he marched down the table towards Hermione.

"I'm sick of this!" He yelled. "You're both miserable! He's doing what you want, so why can't you both kiss and make up?"

"He is?" Harry, Ginny, and Hermione all said in unison.

"Yes, we both are. I'm doing it because he wants to, and he's doing it so he makes her feel better. He's putting aside who he is for you." He said pointing his finger at 'Mione. "And if you don't get your little arse over there and get back with him, I'll risk Azkaban to prank you harder than I ever had anyone else."

"That's enough!" I yelled standing up and glaring at my brother. "No one, not even my twin can speak to her like that."

"But-."

"No, George, I understand you're trying to help me, but you don't speak to her like that. No matter what."

"Is it true?" I heard a small voice ask.

I turned towards Hermione. "About the pranking? Yea."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She said standing up and fleeing the Great Hall. I ran after her, passing through the entrance hall only a few steps behind her. I finally caught up to her halfway down the corridor leading from the Hall.

"'Mione." I said catching her arm. She didn't pull away like she had the night before. I pulled her against my chest. Quickly feeling her tears wet my shirt.

"I didn't mean to ask you to give up what makes you, you. I just can't lose you." She cried.

"I know you didn't 'Mione. I understand you're only doing this to keep George and me safe."

"I kept getting these nightmares last night of you and George being subjected to the Kiss. It was terrible."

I shivered slightly at the thought. "That won't happen to us, love. We're going to stay away from the Toad. I'm not leaving you."

She was silent for a while, finally after what seemed longer than a class with Binns, she responded. "Promise?"

I grinned for the first time all day. "Of course, 'Mione."

She looked up at me a watery smile gracing her face. I couldn't hold back any longer and swiftly attached my lips to hers.

We returned to the Hall a little while longer, my hand clasping hers. When we entered, everyone broke out into applause. Hermione's cheeks turned pink, but I led her back to Harry, Ginny and George. As we sat down I vaguely registered McGonagall and Flitwick passing something to Dumbledore, who was smiling with his eyes twinkling.

(F-H)

I blinked my eyes open, trying to ignore the light filtering through the curtains on my bed. My mind reflected back on the horrors of yesterday and I smiled, grateful that that little nightmare was over. I decided to start the day out on that good thought, and sat up in bed.

I was supposed to meet Fred in the common room in about an hour. I grabbed the outfit I had chosen the night before and swept off to the loo to get ready. Since we were going to eat breakfast in Hogsmeade, I decided to go a little fancier then I usually did. When I had a few minutes left until I met Fred, I stepped back from the mirror and appraised myself.

My hair was sleek and pulled back into a half up half down hair style, which thinned out my thickness pretty well. I had curled the strands that weren't pulled back and had put on a little make up. I was also wearing a deep red jumper and dark jeans to contrast. I was pretty impressed with how I looked, if not a little self-conscious.

I stepped out of the loo and grabbed my cloak and bag. I slipped my wand into an inner pocket and made my way towards the common room. I caught sight of him talking to Ginny and Harry as I descended the steps. Harry waved at me as I hit the final stair and Fred turned around.

If there were ever a time when I wanted Colin Creevey floating around taking pictures it was then. His face when he saw me was priceless. Almost as though he had been hit with a Cunfundus charm.

"See something you like?" I asked when I was only a few feet away. His jaw snapped shut and he grinned over at me.

"You know I do." He said with a wink, pulling me into a hug. I gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, and then Ginny, Harry, Fred and I all set off out of the common room to Hogsmeade.

"The Three Broomsticks first?" Harry asked and we all muttered out assent. I for one, was starving. Outside it wasn't too cold, or it might have been but I had gotten used to the cold; whichever it was I no longer needed gloves as we walked to the Three Broomsticks. I felt the rough calluses on Fred's hand from being a beater, as well as the warmth his hand brought to mine. I grinned slightly as we finally stepped into the pub. We found a table quickly since most of the Hogwarts students were still up at the castle.

"What can I get ya dearies?" Madam Rosmerta asked us. She took our orders and bustled back to the kitchen. Fred, Harry and Ginny were all discussing the upcoming Quidditch match next month. Ginny was going to be playing as a chaser since Katie had detention until the New Year with Snape. No one knew why since she wouldn't tell anyone except Angelina. It was obvious how excited Ginny was to play in the match, the fact that Gryffindor would be playing Slytherin was an added bonus. It was the biggest match of the year, and even though it was a whole month away, it was a very popular topic to talk about.

Unfortunately I found it utterly boring.

I just couldn't find myself being interested with the rules and game of Quidditch. The only time sports ever really interested me was when my dad and I watched the Olympics. I had once tried to bring this topic up to Fred. He had been flummoxed by the idea of how many sports muggles played. And got confused whenever I tried to explain the ones I found interesting (diving, swimming, and gymnastics).

Instead of boring myself trying to understand their conversation I fiddled with the eggs in front of me. I was eating over easy eggs this time. A lot of people found the drippy inside disgusting, but I found it delicious.

"What do you think, 'Mione?"

"Huh, what?" I asked looking up from my eggs.

One side of Fred's mouth quirked upward. "I asked if you had any ideas for a Halloween costume?"

"Well do you want to match or do you want to dress separately?" It was a well-known fact that couples were supposed to match costumes at the Halloween party.

"Matching would be wicked." He said his eyes lighting up with the fact that I suggested.

"How about we go over to the store and look around?"

The others agreed with my idea, so we quickly finished up eating then left for the Halloween store.

The store was only a few doors down from the Three Broomsticks, when we entered a light tinkling of bells signalled our arrival. Harry and Ginny split off from Fred and me as we made our way through the stacks of costumes.

They had a section of purely muggle outfits, which basically meant they didn't do anything cool. Magical costumes had properties, like if there were fairy wings, then the wings would lift the wearer a few inches off the ground. No matter how much I loved muggle things, when it came to Halloween costumes, magical costumes were a must.

Fred was probably one of the worst people to shop with on the face of the Earth. He got excited over the smallest things and was constantly calling me from across the store to see something he had found. This was usually something like vampire teeth that would seal to your teeth to give the illusion of an actual vampire.

After Fred had suggested multiple costumes which I had vetoed, I found the perfect costume.

"Hey Fred, how about this?" I heard his stumbling through the aisles until he found me. I held up the costumes and he broke into a grin.

"That is utterly perfect!"

"That's what I thought." I said smiling at my find.

We tried them on and had them magically altered to fit us perfectly.

"We're going to shock the common room tomorrow."

"We'll be hard to forget." I agreed. We paid for our purchase then found Harry and Ginny. They too had found their outfits so we left the shop. I made Fred promise to not let anyone even George know what we were wearing, and he swore he wouldn't. To say we would be memorable would be an understatement.

A.N.

I'm sorry! That's all I can say for making you wait this long for an update. For anyone who doesn't know I just started university, my first year and to say I've been busy would indeed be an understatement. I had to move in, and get my classes started, and then I decided to try out for the play, I got a part (my name was Evelyn in a play called New Shorts, and I had a decent amount of lines) and that basically ruled my life. Now the play is finally over, and I found time to write. If it makes you feel any better, I also write a One Direction fanfic on Tumblr and they haven't gotten an update in a while either. Well please review and let me know you haven't all left me even though I deserve it.

Love, Alexis