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Just realized that I forgot to write a disclaimer in my first chapter… better late than never…

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter because if I did Ron would've died in a certain explosion instead of Fred and Hermione and Fred would've had their happy ending. I certainly do not own anything that Shakespeare wrote :o I really, really, really, really do NOT have that talent.

And this week I had the compliment of the century on my writing. My teacher for Dutch failed me on my essay because she believed I didn't write it… it was too well written for a 17-year old… So thank you for the compliment but I did write it and I would be really glad if you could change my grades instead of telling me "good for you" when I try to convince you of the truth. (Sorry, I'm still mad about that one.)

Chapter 2: being your slave

Being your slave what should I do but tend,
Upon the hours, and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those.

So true a fool is love, that in your will,

Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.

(William Shakespeare, sonnet 57)

Hermione couldn't believe she had actually agreed to help Fred with his assignment.

I mean… she was Hermione, he was Fred… they were suppose to be at each other's throats all the time.

She was supposed to yell at him for breaking stupid, little rules while he was supposed to make fun out of her while she's doing that.

She was supposed to threat sending an owl to his mother while he was supposed to back off at that point.

He however, wasn't supposed to make homework, let alone ask her for help with that and she certainly wasn't supposed to agree on helping him.

She was supposed to believe that to be a waste of her time.

So why did she agree on helping him?

She doubted anyone or anything would know.

When she reached the portrait hole she looked up at the fat lady.

"Sunshine." She mumbled.

"Well you don't look like sunshine at all my dear." The portrait answered before it swung open, revealing the Gryffindor common room.

Hermione just mumbled before she entered it and walked back to her chair to think in peace but her peace wasn't granted to her for long because after 11 seconds to be exact Ron stood by her side.

"It's dark, they aren't flying are they? I mean… it's dark."

Hermione stared at Ron.

She couldn't believe he would actually still be busy thinking about Harry and Ginny.

"You're obsessed."

"I'm not obsessed, that's my little sister he went out with."

Hermione suddenly realized that all the gossip of her being in love with Ron was actually quite insulting.

"Ron, I talked to Ginny, you don't have to worry besides… it's Harry you're talking about."

When she said that she turned back to her book, hoping that he would stop now being assured by her words.

But as a Dutch saying goes: Hope makes the fools live in joy. (Hoop doet de zotten in vreugde leven)

"But… how do you know that Ginny's telling the truth? And how do you know for sure Harry won't go that far I mean… none of us are really there when he's with his girlfriends."

Hermione could no longer keep her calm.

"Ronald Billius Weasley! You are obsessed! You need to go to a shrink or something like that and when you're there make an appointment for me as well because I don't know how much longer I can handle your obsessing every time Harry's out with Ginny. Ginny confides in me and she trusts me so I won't tell you what she told me only that you DO NOT and I repeat DO NOT have to worry! And what girlfriends? Harry went out with Cho and he barely knew how to talk to a girl back then let alone… whatever it is you're thinking and next on the list is Ginny. That's it… Cho and Ginny! And neither of them ever did something with Harry that should make their brothers worry!"

"I didn't know Cho had brothers. I thought she was an only child. Anyway, would it be that bad if I went to check on them."

"Yes!"

When the portrait hole swung open revealing Harry and Ginny, Hermione started to believe that maybe God did exist after all.

She didn't wait for the next fight to break out which would probably be between Ron and Ginny.

Instead she got up and went to her bedroom.

The next morning at breakfast Hermione was eating breakfast, trying her very best not to laugh at Ron's cheek which was red and swollen from the slap Ron received last night from Ginny.

To make matters worse (for Ron) Fred and George appeared at his side.

"Hey Ron, we appreciate that you helped defending our sister's honor…"

"…yeah, mate we really do. Only next time defend it if she's back dating that Dean-type…"

"…George and I don't really call Harry that much of a threat you see…"

"…and you risk getting slapped of course."

Fred then turned his attention to Hermione

"Hermione,"

Hermione looked up and stared at him.

"Thanks again for your help on finding that Shake-bloke for me. Would you mind to continue helping me tonight?"

Ron's ears turned red and Hermione smiled.

"It's Shakespeare and sure."

"It's a date then. Anyway, my brother and I won't keep you up anymore…"

"… time's money." George ended the sentence and the both of them leave again.

"You're helping Fred with his homework?"

"Yep, does that bother you?" Hermione asked while taking another sausage.

"No." Ron quickly replied.

"Good, cause otherwise your left cheek would've matched your right one."

After breakfast their first hour was potions, not something Hermione was looking forward to.

Okay, she was good at it, more than good even but it was the one class where her achievements were never noticed by the teacher.

You never know, maybe if Fred begins making homework Snape might begin taking the side of Gryffindor.

One hour later, 25 points less for Gryffindor and 30 points more for Slytherin Hermione had to admit that that theory wasn't really based on fact.

Not to mention the fact that Neville was lying in the hospital wing after his potion landed on himself but instead of making him grow as it was supposed to it turned his skin…

"Purple?" Ginny asked during lunch staring shocked at Harry as he was telling the story.

"Yep, purple." Harry nodded remembering the whole scene.

"It was quite hilarious." Ron suddenly spoke which earned him two evil glances from both Hermione and Ginny.

He quickly glanced down because his cheek still hurt.

"This is serious Ron what if something worse had happened to him like … I don't know, it could be anything."

That evening Hermione prepared herself to go to the library with Fred, they thought it would be better because sitting together in the common room where everyone could see them… they each still had a reputation to hold on to.

They were both descending the stairs when they passed Malfoy, Pansy, Nutt, Zabini, Crabe and Goyle… obviously trying to sneak out of the castle to grab some butterbeers or something stronger at the three broomsticks.

"Well look who we have here! I know you're a blood traitor Weasley but to go for Hermione, that's as low as you can sink. I don't think any mud blood is worse than her."

Pansy started to laugh in a manic almost scary way and Fred was about to hit Malfoy in the face but Hermione stopped him and they just turned their backs on the group.

"I can't believe it that you take that just like that."

"I hear it four or five times a day, more than ten times when I'm having potions… you really get used to it."

They reached the library and Fred opened the door for her.

"Might I just say Miss. Granger, that I admire you for that."

"Why thank you Mr. Weasley."

So here's the next chapter, I hope you all enjoyed it.

You all know what to do now.

Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?
O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake:
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watchman ever for thy sake:

For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,

From me far off, with others all too near.

(William Shakespeare, Sonnet 61)