{Hermione's POV}

Ron is a loser he doesn't deserve me. He doesn't deserve anyone he is a pig-headed fool! I wouldn't have come to the ball with him even if he had asked. Then the annoying logical voice in my head came along.

"Then why are you crying over him?" Granger demanded

"Because I thought he wanted to be with me" Hermione replied

"Then why aren't you with him?" Fine, Granger, go there.

"Because he never asked me, and because despite all that we've been through together he still treats me like everyone else. He keeps me distant. Harry is the only one who could ever get anything out of Ron and they only just started talking again. " Hermione replied

"You know that Viktor could look after you" Granger tried to persuade Hermione

"Yes" Hermione agreed

"Then why not be with him?" Granger said logically

Because I don't like him

"So you like Ron?" Granger pressed

"No, yes. I don't know" Hermione said confused

Meanwhile I could not stop myself crying. Then a strong warm arm was draped over my shoulder. I figured it was Viktor so I tensed up. Then someone said

"'Mione, who did it?"

I knew that voice. It was Fred. Fred of all people was comforting me.

"Fred?" I stuttered

"Yeah, I was heading to the common room. Wanna come with me talk about it?" He said.

His voice was one of complete understanding.

"Sure," I replied. Though I was utterly unsure.

He helped me up and put his arm around me while we walked. The corridors were empty because everyone was at the ball. We got to the portrait hole and climbed through. He closed it behind us and walked me over the fire. He sat with his arm around me while I told him the whole story.

{Fred's POV}

Here she was. The girl I liked. Confiding in me. She was beautiful. She was all I could ever want.

And she was going on about how my pig of a brother had broken her heart.

"He doesn't even get it," She was saying

"It took him four years to figure out that I am a girl," she continued "Last year he was mad at me because Crookie killed Scabbers, when it turned out that-" She cut off and frowned, I was under the impression that Crookshanks had killed Scabbers

"And this year he treated me like an owl delivering messages to Harry." She finished quietly, I wonder what she was about to give away

"Hey," I said, "You don't need to tell me. I know that my brother is a miserable prat." I adjusted myself so that my arm was over her shoulder completely and she leaned into me.

"Ha!" she exclaimed, "I'm so glad I don't need to explain that fact to you." She smiled her wonderful smile. It was slightly mischievous too.

"I guess I'll just have to get over him and move on," she sighed.

The thought brought a new shining beacon of hope to my mind. I could swear she could feel my heart now but I ignored it.

"And I guess I'll have to prank him into next year for being such a clueless prick." I finished with.

She mumbled something I couldn't understand. I guess the night had really taken it out of her. She had fallen asleep. I decided not to move her. I didn't want to wake her up. So I just rested my cheek on her head and went to sleep.

"Fred, come over here!" Hermione shouted at me.

I ran to her and tackled her into the warm sand. She caressed my face and kissed me.

"Now, Mrs. Weasley, are you already wearing the pants of the family?"

She giggled "Well, Mr. Weasley, I get to wear the pants because I have all the power!" she ran from me.

"Ha!" I ran after her, "And where did this power come from m'dear?"

"Well, mostly from the fact that if I'm not the boss, you get none of this." She smiled in a way that sent me burning with desire and gestured to her body

"But, if I were the boss, wouldn't I get it anyway?" I rebutted

"Only if I was willing," she said whimsically

I caught her and spun her to the ground, leaned down and hovered my face over hers.

"And are you willing now?" I said with a tone to my voice I only ever have when I'm with her

"Hmmm," her voice trailed of as she kissed me passionately and we sank into a moment of bliss.

"Fred," someone was shaking me, I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to live in my dream world forever.

"Hermione…" I mumbled, not willing to wake up yet

"Yeah, Fred, it's me. Now wake up, we're late." Hermione said I could hear annoyance in her voice.

"Alright, alright I'm up." I sat up, rubbing my eyes "What exactly are we late for?"

"Breakfast." She said very seriously

"Right, right. I just need to get changed" I looked down at my dress robes "Wait for me?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah, I will." She replied.