Hi! Oh, Katy Perry lyrics for the title. You can almost feel the originality oozing out of me! Well, enjoy this chapter and please do review afterwards! I love hearing all of your comments/thoughts!
~Bethany

November was shaping up to be a boring month, although, perhaps tonight, bonfire night, wouldn't be too bad. There was going to be a short fireworks presentation that the school had organised, and you could also see the fireworks from other people's displays further away from the castle. That was one of the advantages of attending a school that was situated in Scottish highland, you could see so far out. It was such a beautiful view, it left people who had never seen it before speechless. Not to mention like they were stood on top of the world.

It was progressively getting colder as winter approached and everyone was being effected. No one had the energy to work or concentrate, no one wanted to get out of bed in the morning, no one wanted to do anything other than sit by the fire in their common rooms. Sadly, they couldn't. They still had to get up and work in lessons. One of the only things that got them through the day, was knowing that once they were done, they could go back to their warm beds.

'If it's this cold now, I'd hate to think of what it'll be like in December and January.' Ron shivered, watching his icy breath dance and swirl in front of him in the air.

Harry nodded and crossed his arms together tightly, hoping that it would give him some warmth over his school jumper.

'I don't even want to think about it.' Harry breathed heavily.

Hermione laughed quietly, her Gryffindor house scarf wrapped around her neck.

'Cheer up, it's bonfire night.' She beamed, almost skipping down the corridor.

Ron furrowed his brow and sniffed, his nose was starting to run in the cold stratosphere.

'I don't see how that's a reason to cheer up.' He mumbled.

'Well, you're just cynical, Ron.'

They walked quickly up to the Gryffindor common room to escape the cold and drafty corridors that winded and connected parts of the ageing school together. Inside the common room, many of the students were gathered around the fire and sat close together on the sofas and chairs.

All of the windows were tightly locked with frost growing on the outside. Some groups of students were playing chess, others were playing cards, some were just complaining about how much they hated the cold.

Hermione started walking upstairs to the girl's dormitory when Ron had inquired why she was going upstairs when everyone was clearly downstairs.

'We've got History homework for Professor Binns.'

There was a collective groan from Harry and Ron who began to slowly follow Hermione up the the stairs. They parted at the top to their own dorms.

'I really can't be bothered to do this.' Ron sighed, opening up his text book and staring at the words on the dirty page.

'Me neither.' Harry agreed. His eyes moved around the room to find an excuse to put off doing his homework. Other than unmade beds, he found nothing.

'Do you think we could just copy Hermione's?' Ron suggested.

Harry thought about it for a minute before coming to the conclusion of 'no.' After all, they did copy off her a lot, Ron more-so than himself, and she and Ron weren't exactly the best of friends recently. Ron held his head in his hands out of despair but eventually managed to write something and decided that he could do the rest later. Harry managed to write a page and a bit and said that he had finished it all.

They returned to the common room and found a fairly empty corner of the room to sit in.

'Hi Harry.' A small voice said. Harry looked up to see Ginny coming over to sit by he and Ron. Harry could see Ron rolling his eyes out of the corner of his own.

'Hey, Ginny.' He said back, waving at her slightly.

She pushed her hair back behind her ear and smiled at him awkwardly.

'I was wondering if you were going to see the firework display later?' She asked, edging slightly closer to him, pretending she was just trying to make herself more comfortable.

'Well, it's a bit cold...'He trailed off, seeing disappointment spread across her face. She quickly smiled again to try and cover up her disappointment.

'I suppose it is.' She said. 'Any way, I just thought that maybe...you wanted to come and see it with me. You know, as friends.' Ginny rambled quickly.

Harry grinned widely.

'Yeah, okay then. Sure!'

Ginny went a pale shade of red and stood up.

'Okay, I'll see you later then.' She waved goodbye and skipped up off the stairs to her dormitory.

She burst the door open, which made Hermione jump as she packed away her homework. Hermione stared at her friend and her overly excited features and gave her a smile that sort of said, 'come and tell me everything!'

'Harry and I are going to see the fireworks display together later.' Ginny beamed brightly. It was the sort of smile that could have given light to a dark room.

Hermione shot a meaningful look at her.

'That sounds nice. Have fun, won't you?'

Ginny laughed and unusually girly sort of laugh.

'Of course we will...You and Fred should come with us. Like a double date. Except Harry and I are just going as friends. You know what I mean, though.' Suggested Ginny, spotting a flash of silver from Hermione's necklace.

'Maybe. We'll see.'

xx

'I knew you would come.' Ginny whispered to Hermione as they made their way to a spot to watch the fireworks. Harry and Fred trailed behind them.

'Oh, shut up.' Hermione giggled, pushing Ginny lightly away from her.

They eventually found a spot to sit and Ginny had the bright idea of bringing blankets from the beds with her. They sat and waited for the fireworks to begin. Other students often sat by them, waiting for them as well.

'Is Ron not coming?' Harry asked them.

'No. He didn't want to be surrounded by couples apparently.' Fred answered, cuddling up to Hermione under one of the blankets.

Harry and Ginny exchanged looks and then looked at Fred.

'We're not a couple.' They said together, then going red and looking away from each other. Fred and Hermione laughed.

'Of course you're not.' Hermione said.

'Shush.' Ginny placed her finger to her lips. 'I think they're about to start.'

And Ginny was right. There was a spectacular display of colours and sounds. Whizzes and bangs, pops and fizzes. Green, blue, red and white. The crowd 'ooh-ing' and 'ahh-ing.' They probably didn't realise it, but Harry and Ginny got closer together as the fireworks went on, maybe it was because of the cold, maybe there was another underlying reason.

The show lasted all in all for about fifteen minutes. Harry and Ginny left together nearly straight after it had finished, their hands brushing too close together and yet, never daring to hold them.

'We should probably go too.' Hermione yawned, standing up and taking the blanket with her. Fred whined and pulled her back down by the hand. She landed next to him with a thud.

'No, let's stay for a little longer.' He said quietly. 'After all, there are still some displays going off in the distance.'

Hermione sighed and rolled on to her back.

'Fine. Not too long though, I would like to go to bed eventually.'

Fred brushed her hair with his fingers.

'Yes, dear.' His voice was still quiet, like there was a small animal around that he didn't want to frighten away.

He pulled the blanket over them and laid backwards next to Hermione. They quietly watched the fireworks that were still going off in the far distance, loosely holding hands. Everyone else had already gone back inside, the cold proving too much for them. Fred and Hermione could barely feel the cold as they cuddled up together with a blanket, underneath the star studded and firework laden sky.

'You're a bit like a firework.' Hermione said eventually.

Fred looked at her quizzically.

'How so?' He propped himself up on his elbow.

Hermione turned on her side, mirroring Fred's position so they could see each other properly.

'Well, you're spontaneous, colourful, entertaining, potentially dangerous...' Hermione and Fred both laughed. 'But not to mention spectacularly beautiful.'

Fred smiled lightly and fell back towards the ground. Hermione stood up, taking the blanket with her.

'No. We've got to go back.' She told him.

He got up reluctantly and put his arm around Hermione's waist.

'You're a bit like the sun and the moon.' Fred lilted, looking up in to the sky.

'Oh?'

'You're bright girl who brings light to my days and nights.'

xx

'Seriously, I think you are jealous, Georgie.' Fred mocked as he sat in the common room with his brother.

George kicked Fred softly.

'I'm really not. Maybe it is good that you're spending so much with someone else. People might have started to think that we were Siamese twins or something.'

'I think everyone can see that we're quite clearly, not.' Fred whistled.

George sighed. He was starting to get impatient with Fred. He would constantly avoid any questions about his and Hermione's relationship.

'Why do you like her so much? We haven't spoken about it before and I don't know, I would just like to know. We're twins, we usually share everything.'

It was Fred's turn to sigh then. It was true. They did share everything and he had distanced himself from George recently. Fred did miss spending all of his time with George and he'd like to go back to it. Maybe spending time apart was good though? Maybe it was a good thing that Hermione might be going away with Ron and Harry, even if it was just one day and night? Maybe Fred was just over thinking because he was tired? Maybe the voice in his head needed to shut up and go to sleep?

'I like her because I never feel uncomfortable with her. I get to be myself and the person I want to be most, you know? Our different personalities balance out almost perfectly, and any indiscretions we do have are quickly resolved. We work on our relationship, the effort you put in, is what you get out of it in the end. She makes me happy and everything about her just seems...right.'

George started making gagging noises again, like he had done with Ron a while back. Fred kicked him again, causing him to wobble and nearly fall off of the sofa. George regained his balance and laughed quietly, as to not disturb anyone who was sleeping.

'Does this mean I get to be best man at your wedding?'

'Even if Hermione and I don't get married, you're still going to be the best man at my wedding. At least, if I'm best man at yours. If not, I'll probably get Ron to do it.

Fred flexed his fingers together and put his arms around the back of his hed.

'It's a bit early to be thinking about marriage isn't it? I want a stable business owning and running a joke shop first, with my twin brother of course.'

xx

'Surrounded by couples? Is that what he told you?' Ron scoffed as he, Ron and Hermione walked down the corridor to their first lesson of the next day.

Hermione's hair billowed behind her, her bag slung across her shoulders and her first lesson books clamped tightly to her chest in her arms.

'Yes it is.' She retored.

'Well, he lied.' Ron insisted. 'I just didn't want to sit outside and watch poxy fireworks that I could see from from a window.'

'I only told you what he told me.' Hermione reminded him.

'Us.' Harry said. 'What he told us. I was there too, remember?' He pushed his glasses up his nose, magnifying his green eyes. The ones that had belonged to his mother, as he was constantly reminded. That was one of the first things people usually said to him if they had known Lily. Often accompanied by, 'You look just like your father.'

'Yeah, you were on a double date with my little sister last night, weren't you?' Ron sounded quite bitter this morning.

Harry's eyebrows wrinkled together, giving him lines on his forehead.
'It wasn't a date! You heard Ginny, she said that we should go as friends and we did.'

Ron seemed to ignore Harry's protestation and starting digging himself a large metaphorical pit, that he was probably going to end up being pushed in to, as he started attacking Hermione and her relationship with Fred.

'And you've always got your hands all over Fred and vice versa! We don't want to see that everywhere and you're always hanging out with him and it's like you can't keep yourselves you your selve-'

Hermione had become furious very quickly.

'Don't you dare start lecturing me about my relationship, Ronald Weasley! Did you ever stop and think for just for one minute, that he does actually make me happy? And, hopefully, that I make him happy? I'm also sure that Harry feels the same about Ginny. Just because it's your brother or sister that's involved, that doesn't mean that you can start shouting your negative opinions about. Keep them to yourself, you have no idea what it's like for us!'

She walked faster down the corridor, almost braking out in to a run, trying to get as far away as Ron as possible. All he ever had was negativity about her relationship with Fred, and she had no idea why. All she wanted was for him to give them some support and wish them well, he was one of her best friends, didn't he owe her at least that much?

Hermione was walking with such speed, she didn't even notice that she had passed Fred and George in the corridor until Fred called her name.

She walked backwards with a huge smile on her face. If Ron was angry because she was 'all over' Fred, she was going to give him the reason to be angry.

'George can you hold my books for a minute, please? Thanks.'

She threw her arms around Fred's neck and then moved a hand across his shoulder and down his chest.

'There's my beautiful firework!' She sang out. Hermione wiggled her finger to signal that she wanted him to bend a bit closer. He did and she whispered, 'I'll explain all of this later.'

Fred straightened himself out and planted a small kiss on her cheek. George looked bored but still had a smile on his face any way.

'I can't stop long.' Hermione told him, moving her arms down and around Fred's waist. She could see Ron looking at them as he and Harry walked past. Once they were a bit further away, Hermione smiled apologetically, let go of Fred and took back her books. 'I was just trying to make Ron mad. I'll explain more later, I promise.'

xx

'So Ron accused us of always being all over each other and was just generally disagreeing with our relationship?' Fred concluded that evening in the common room when Hermione had told him what happened.

Hermione nodded, she was still angry about the whole ordeal that took place that morning.

'That's right.'

A mischievous smile played on his lips and there was an unnerving glint in his eyes. He rubbed his hands together like he had just eaten something delicious and then laughed. Hermione seemed confused. She already could tell that he was plotting, but what that was exactly, she had no idea.

'I think.' He began. 'We could have some fun with this.'