Disclaimer: all characters and names and stuff belong to JK Rowling :-)

Chapter Three

AN: Hey! New chapter, yaay! Right okay I'm trying a POV thing. If I don't like it, and you don't like it, then I'll go back to how it was the first 2 chapters, but for this one and possibly the next one (depending on how it goes) it will be switching between Fred and Hermione's POV's.

Fred's POV:

As I hurried back to the common room, the smell of Hermione's flowery perfume still lingered around me. I didn't like her, did I? If I did, I would have felt something in the library; but I didn't. There was nothing there; just two friends doing some homework. Besides, she was my little brother's best friend! And he liked her… A lot. A thought suddenly struck me; Quidditch Trials! How long had I been in the library with Hermione? I checked my watch, only to find that the hands were stuck, after George and I tried to bewitch several water balloons and having them turn on us.

'Freddie!' I heard a voice; George.

'Yeah, Georgie?' I answered.

'It is Quidditch trials, you numpty. Here; I've got your broom. Come down to the pitch now, there's no time to put your bags back. Come on!'

'Oops, yeah, I kinda forgot for a bit…' I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. George threw my old broomstick over to me and I caught it in my well-trained hands. 'Cheers,' I said, smiling.

'No problem; why were you so long in the library anyway? Lee came back shortly after you'd gone. Who were you with?' he asked.

I was silent for a few moments. Should I tell him that I was with Hermione? The night before, he'd said that he thought I liked her… But I didn't, that's the thing!

'Oh, I… Er…' I stammered.

'Freddie?' George turned around to face me.

I bit my lower lip. 'I was with Hermione, George. But it doesn't mean anything, okay? She offered to help and I accepted, simply because her brains make up for my lack of such thing,' I answered.

'Whoa, calm down. I wasn't going to say it meant anything… But now that you mention it…' George sad, smirking.

'Funny, George. So bloody witty, right?'

George didn't answer; instead we just smiled our bright identical smiles and hurried down to the Quidditch pitch, as to not miss the trials. We would be trying out for Beaters, of course; why would we be anything else? We were the best that this school had had in ages, and we weren't about to let the Gryffindor team lose in our last year at school.

Hermione's POV:

I sat there, chewing the end of my quill lightly, reading about the Draught of Peace potion. Although, I wasn't taking any of it in. I was still thinking about the last few minutes I'd had with Fred. How deep and comforting his big brown eyes were, how his playful messed-up red hair lay lightly on his head, and how he would bite his lower lip without realising when he was lost in his thoughts; as he had been several times during the small period of time we'd just spent together.

I decided that I'd done enough work that day; and that I could go the common room to try and find Ron and Harry, unless they were still at Quidditch Trials. When did they start, again? I wasn't sure.

And so, I packed up my array of books and placed them into my bag, before heading off back to the common room, where I hoped to find Ron and Harry, or at least Ginny.

I swiftly turned on my heel and headed back towards the Gryffindor common room. It seemed unusually far away; but perhaps that was because there was a lot on my mind. Did I like Fred? No, of course not! That's preposterous, and besides he was 2 years older than me! And anyway, he would never think of me that way. He'd probably only accepted my help because he knew I wouldn't get it wrong. Yeah, that was it; he only liked my brains. But I didn't blame him; I was nothing special.

Besides the walk back to the common room taking a while, I decided to walk around the castle a bit on the way there; to clear my head. I started thinking about OWLs, and how Ron and I were both prefects, and how You-Know-Who had returned and how it would affect us, and that Umbridge woman, not allowing us to do magic in lessons and…

I looked upwards and found that my feet had carried themselves to the Gryffindor common room by themselves. And so, I stepped in and saw Harry and Ron looking chuffed with themselves, over by the fire.

'I'm guessing you're both in the team then?' I said, grinning, as I sat with them.

'Yep!' Ron almost squealed. 'Harry got Seeker, of course, and I got Keeper!'

I looked over at Harry, and saw that, although he was desperately trying to finish his Defence Against the Dark Arts essay, he was grinning wildly into his parchment.

'Slightly happy, Harry?' I smirked.

He looked up. 'Well, you know… I just thought that… Cos of everything The Daily Prophet's been saying… They might not want me in the team…' he muttered.

'Oh Harry,' I sighed. 'That wouldn't change a thing, you know that. For one; you're the best Seeker that Hogwarts has had in years, and two; as soon as You-Know-Who starts making himself known, Fudge possible couldn't deny it.'

Harry didn't say anything; instead he smiled weakly at me and carried on with his essay.

Fred's POV:

I watched her as she walked through the portrait hole, and immediately went over to my little brother Ron, without even looking at me. Why did that hurt so much? It wasn't as if we were even that close. Ron and Harry were her best friends; of course she'd want to talk to them. Why would she want to talk to me? We barely even see each other when she's not at the Burrow.

I wonder if she ever thinks about me. I sure think about her a lot; if she could read my mind then she'd probably be a bit creeped out.

'Freddie?'

I snapped out of my day dream at the sound of George's voice.

'Yes, Georgie?'

'Young Euan here would like to test our products for money. Shall we get started?' said George, his arm around a small boy with mousy brown hair.

'Of course!' I turned to Euan. 'Euan Abercrombie, is it?' I asked.

'Y-yes…' he mumbled.

'Brilliant!' I exclaimed.

'Lovely, well if you'll excuse us one second,' said George.

'We'll head upstairs and grab a few products.'

George and I ran over to the stairs leading up to the dormitory and grabbed a box full of an assortment of skiving sweets. As we ran back down to the common room, we found Euan standing exactly where we'd left him, as if he was rooted on the spot.

'Right,' I began.

'Here we've got,' George continued.

'Nosebleed nougat.'

'Fainting fancies.'

'And fever fudge.'

'If you're wondering,' said George, 'we've already tried these on ourselves; they do work. We're just making sure they react the same with everybody.'

I picked up a pink and yellow fever fudge and said; 'Right, shall we begin with this one?'

'FRED WEASLEY GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW,' said a voice. Not just any voice; Hermione's voice.

'What is it?' I asked, closing my hand over the fever fudge.

'You are not allowed to test those… those – things on first years!' she yelled, storming over to the chairs where me and George sat.

'They're harmless, Hermione… We tested them on ourselves first,' I protested.

'That does not mean you can force first years to take them!'

'We're not forcing them!' I yelled, standing up. 'Euan offered to, and we're paying him, anyway!'

Hermione glared at me through the slits that had become her eyes, and turned on her heel, storming upstairs to her dormitory.

'If looks could kill…' muttered George.

'Shut up,' I snapped.

AN: right, hey!

Tell me what you think! I prefer doing it in POVs, what do you think?

Thanks for reading! :)