New Possibilities

"Ron's a git," Fred stated emphatically, sitting down on the dock next to the brown haired girl.

"I could have told you that and I've known him much less time than you," Hermione responded, leaning back on her hands and lifting her face toward the sky.

Fred glanced toward her and couldn't help but admire her figure. "It's not going to last."

"What? Ron and Luna? It doesn't bother me."

"Hermione…"

"It doesn't," she said firmly, looking at Fred for the first time. "I broke up with him."

"You did? That big bag of puss never told me!"

"He wouldn't, would he?" Hermione smiled, tilting her face back to the sun.

"Why not? I'm his big brother! After I'd taken the Mickey out on him, I could have helped him drown his sorrows!"

"He probably figured it would give you ideas," Hermione replied, turning her head to grin at him.

Fred blinked rapidly several times, smiled wickedly, and then leaned over to lightly touch his lips to hers. When he finally pulled back, a large smirk covered his face. "If the tosser didn't want to give me ideas, he should have never befriended you in the first place!"