Yes, I had to change the story around. No, it's not what happened in the book. Ron and Hermione will never happen, and Fred (shouldn't) die in this fic. Harry has his dreams, they will go to the Ministry of Magic and do all that dueling shit, Siris will die like normal, everyone in the war will die normally, the epilogue will obviously be slightly altered because Ron and Hermione never will happen. EVER. Please, if you like fanfics to stick to the story line 100%, then don't read this fic. It's not for you. P.S, all of these events are hardly important to the plot.

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"Hermione. I… I…" Fred mumbled, obviously not knowing what to say. He knew he had to say what he really felt, which may be the most difficult thing he had ever done in his entire life.

"Spit it out, Fredrick!" Hermione had tears rolling down her eyes down as she shook her head and began to stand up. "I knew it! I knew it, you never liked me! You used me as another one of your jokes, your pranks! Did you, Fred? Answer me Godric dammit!" She had enough, this man-child had put her through enough. She began to leave and found the door locked. "Alohomora. Open! Open the door Fred, I said open it!"

He took his chance as soon as he could, grabbing her elbow lightly. "I love you." Those three simple words could change a person's life. It could bring people closer, or drive them further away. Those can be the foundation of a healthy relationship; it may be the beginning of hatred. He had never said those words before, and he hadn't know how before. But when you love someone, you can feel it, and saying it is almost the easiest thing in the world.

"You, what?" Hermione whispered in a shocked manner. She had truly thought he didn't harbor any feelings for her. "You're not just saying that, are you?"

"You're scared. Why? Can't you trust me Hermione? I'll give you everything and anything you want. I'll be your everything Hermione, I promise you." Fred sounded like he was on the verge of tears; he had never wanted anything so badly than just to hold her in his arms.

"Fred. I… I love you too. But, I can't get hurt. I just can't. Not after Viktor, not after Ron. I like you, Fred. I really truly do. I just… can't" Tears flew down her eyes as she ran (the door was now unlocked), and she ran as far as she could into a deserted corridor. There were neither paintings nor classrooms, but there sure were rooms. No one went in there anymore, however. Not even Dumbledore knew what was in those rooms, and he sure didn't want to find out.

Hermione sat down in the hallway, wondering how she could have been so stupid. She had a perfectly good chance with him, but flashed of pain seared through her body as she thought of the Yule Ball, and how badly she'd been hurt.

Hermione heard the clicking of footsteps in the hallway as a black-cloaked thing approached her. She drew out her wand and said bravely, "You had better get out of this corridor, I am a prefect. Now scurry on before I dock points."

A monotone voice laughed. Hermione was smart enough to recognize a charm that made your voice neutral so you would never be able to tell who it is, because no one has a voice as neutral as that. "You are a silly little mudblood aren't you? Tell me something, what has Harry Potter been up to lately? Oh yes, I know about his dream situation, girl. Now tell me!" Hermione threw a stunner but it bounced off his shield.

"You're not as smart as they say, but you are arrogant. Maybe you should have been in Slytherin. But then, you wouldn't have to be a mudblood, nor Potter's friend. And then, I wouldn't have to do this," The voice snickered so cruelly Hermione shivered as her wand flew out of her hand. Damn their non-verbal spells.

"Crucio!" The voice spat as Hermione was sprawled across the floor. A silencing charm was also cast so that when she went to scream in agony, nothing came out. She reached for her wand, and thought with all her might, Protego!

The person in the cloak went sprawling over the floor, and Hermione ran faster than she had ever thought possible, but not before hearing. "Don't you tell anyone, I will get you Hermione Granger!"

Hermione was very courageous; she was a Gryffindor after all. She had never been more scared, more terrified in her whole life. After her little incident, she walked straight through the common room not looking anyone in the eye, and went to lay down in bed.

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"Hermione! Hermione, we're in this one!" Hermione had heard Ron and Harry call out to her as she made her way towards their compartment that they had sat in on every trip on the Hogwart's Express. She walked in to find not the usual two, but five people in their compartment. She was used to only sitting with Ron and Harry, but Fred, George, and Ginny were also sitting in the compartment.

Hermione forced a smile; but she had been anything but happy. She was horrified because of last night and told no one about it. She had stayed in her room and no one had bothered her because they thought she was ill. She wished that Fred would come and hold her in his arms; she had made the mistake of letting him go.

She sighed as she realized the only open spot open was one between Fred and the window, and reluctantly sat down in between the two. Needless to say, the tension was running high. There was idle chit-chat and ramblings about Quidditch, but all Hermione could possibly do was stare out the window.

"Earth to Hermione, are you there? Hello… oh so now you're paying attention! Well, are you alright, you seem a bit distant." Harry threw his words at Hermione quickly, nervously. He knew something was up with Hermione; as did Fred.

"Are you alright?" Hermione shuddered as Fred asked her the three words she had wanted to hear, and then broke down in tears. Fred, and the others, had automatically assumed that it was about him.

"Yes, yes I'm just peachy. Really guys, I'm just overwhelmed that's all." Hermione said confidently, and she planned on telling them, really she did. But now just wasn't the time or place. If whoever had tortured her was at Hogwarts, they might have been on the train, and she was afraid to go through the pain all over again.

Fred placed his hand on hers and she rested her head on his shoulders. This didn't change anything, or so she liked to tell herself. Everything was peaceful until Ron, George, and Harry had to ruin it.

"Get a room, mate!"

"Oi! Not in front of us!"

"For Godric's sake! Take your loving antics elsewhere!"

It was Ginny who stayed calm and pristine, and had said, "Merlin! It's like you've never seen public displays of affection! Suck it up, especially you Harry. You'd do the same if that were Cho Chang on your arm!"

Harry was quite shocked at her outburst, and all the others just laughed. "Well…" He began to murmur something, but Hermione realized that she was tired; and felt and arm blanketing her as she fell into a semi-deep sleep.

"Well, I guess she's dozed off. What do you think is wrong with her, mate?" George asked, even though he already knew the answer. Fred had obviously told him everything about the day before. Although he felt uncomfortable, he explained the situation to the others, even Ron who was honestly glaring at him throughout the confrontation.

"Fred! I swear to Godric if you hurt her…" Ron began, but was cut off by Fred automatically.

"Merlin's Beard Ron! You heard the whole story; why can't you just believe me when I say to you I didn't do anything! I understand she's scared, but why can't she just take a chance?" Fred exclaimed, exasperated.

Ginny then smiled mischievously, "I believe that there is only one thing we can do, gentlemen!"

"No! No, no, no, no, no! Not another plan! Alright, if you do then I'm not a part of it. Alright alright, how about I be a small part? Alright, then its settled! Now, this is what we have to do…" They all deciphered yet another plan and as Hermione was laying there fast asleep, Fred couldn't help but stare at her. She had looked more peaceful then he's ever seen her, more than anyone had ever seen her, most likely.

It was becoming dark and Fred stopped his conversation with the group, knowing that they were reaching the Burrow and that Hermione would wake up soon. They began to jibber-jabber about Quidditch, as Hermione slowly woke up.

She found herself in a very comfortable position as she felt her head resting on something firm but warm, and then realized it was Fred's head. Once she realized that bit of information, she blushed a rosy color and slowly sat up, finding the five others in the compartment still taking about Quidditch.

"Are you lot still talking about Quidditch?" She said suddenly, no one realizing that she had indeed awoken.

"Of course! What else have we to talk about, well," George added slyly, "Other than that comfy position you fell asleep in." He threw her a wink and Fred laughed and she buried her face into her bushy, untamed hair. Ron gave her narrow eyes but nodded, while the others had cheeky grins.

"Well, come on then. I assume that we'll be there soon… oh wait, we're already there" Harry exclaimed joyfully. Out of everyone in all of Hogwarts most likely, he liked to go to the Burrow because it was the one place (besides Hogwarts) that he could call home.

Hermione, on the other hand, loved it sheerly because she'd always wanted a large family, not just to be an only child. In the house, everyone felt like they were a part of her family; well, besides that one exception…

They had arrived at Platform 9 and ¾ and approached the Weasleys as they led them to the Leaky Cauldron so they could Floo over to the Burrow. After a round of butterbeers and chit-chat about the last term, they arrived at the ever so pleasant Burrow.

"Fred! George! Hermione! Ginny! Harry!" Mrs. Weasley smiled delightedly. "Oh, and I can't forget you either Ron. Oh, come on now, let's get all those bags up to your rooms, shall we?"

"Mum, mum wait before you do," Ginny muttered faze one of the plan quickly and sharply into her mother's ear as she listened and nodded contently.

"Of course dear, I know you're having boy troubles and no this is not the place to discuss it!" Molly smirked, but luckily Hermione didn't notice.

"Alright dears, Bill and Charlie have both come down for the holidays, and their rooms are being occupied by Remus and Sirius, so they are using your room Ginny. You can probably stay in there dear, Bill adores you. Hermione, I'm afraid Ronald's room hasn't enough. So, I guess this looks like you'll be in Fred and George's room." Molly chattered on as she talked about decorations and such for the house as Hermione wondered who could ever hate her so much as to put her in that scenario.

As everyone went outside to play Quidditch, Fred stayed behind.

"Er, Hermione? I'll take those bags for you and keep you company. I mean, Bill and Charlie are back so they'll play Quidditch with the gang." He said awkwardly.

"Yes, thank you Fred. I would like that very much."

"You do know our room isn't the cleanliest, correct? It actually is almost our laboratory, where we make all of our products using potions, charms, and transfiguration. Those are the only things we take NEWT's in, because that's all we really need them in."

Hermione had a thoughtful look on her face, which confused Fred before saying, "I never thought of those pranks you make requiring so much work; I admire you for that," she complimented befor adding, "Oh, of course, and George too."

They had arrived up in the room now, and Hermione sighed at the two beds in the room. She would either have to sleep (yes, SLEEP) with Fred, George, or make them share a bed.

As if he read her mind, he said "I'll be sleeping with George, and you'll sleep in my bed. If, if that's alright with you, though."

"That would be lovely, would you- er, mind if I layed down, just to test it out?" She winked as she plopped onto the bed and, as soon as she closed her eyes, she was sound asleep on the bed, just as Fred hoped.

As he snuggled into the bed as well, he wrapped Hermione in his arms. It might be his only chance, and he might as well not have wasted it, and before he knew it, he was asleep as well.

Meanwhile, the others were just finishing their rounds of Quidditch. Harry, Ron, and Bill's team lost to Fred, George, and Ginny's by 60 points after Ginny had caught the snitch for her team. As they headed inside and grabbed a snack, they noticed the big, fat elephant in the room.

"Hey, where's Fred and Hermione?" George asked slyly, "They can't be snogging already, that step isn't until what, February?"

"Yes, George, it is. But today Fred was supposed to just get onto talking terms with her again, no romantic crap." Ginny explained. "Oh, Charlie and Bill, we've devised a plan because Fred and Hermione are clearly in love with each other but Hermione refuses to admit it to avoid getting hurt, so we've set up a plan of our own."

"Oi! I thought you were the one with eyes from young 'Mione, Ron!" Charlie snickered as he eyed his brother, who turned beat red and muttered something about getting over it.

"Well, let's see what the lovebirds are up to, shall we?" Harry recommended, and they searched the house and in the middle, they came up to Fred's room (although they highly doubted they would be there). But, nonetheless, Fred and Hermione were snuggled up in bed together, and everyone began to whistle and cheer, even Ron.

They both woke up to a start with Ron saying, "Oi you two! Bloody hell, in my own house. Well, dinners ready then. Might as well get some food in your stomachs, we have a long break ahead of us."

And boy, they really didn't have a clue.

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A/N: Well, another cliffy. The chapter was okay, eh? I don't think I could've made it any better, but I have a good plan, I promise. Just try and stick with the fanfic guys, love you all! I promise to (try and) update more often. Mwahhhh :*HHA