"Forge, have you seen 'Mione?" I asked my twin. I was a tad panicked I hadn't seen since she went to the library with Harry and Ron. Neville said that she and Ron had been told to go to McGonagall.

"Nah, not today. Are you all right Gred? You look a bit pale." He said, I could hear his concern but I was worried about Hermione.

"Uh, yeah, good as can be. Tell me if you see Hermione." I walked away. She wasn't anywhere. I could see McGonagall, Hermione wasn't with her.

The Champions were already under the water looking for something they would sorely miss. To be honest I'm not even sure what they mean by that. They probably took Harry's Firebolt, Diggory's hair gel, Krum's how to read for dummies and Fleur's makeup kit.

Then it hit me. No one could miss objects enough to use them as the things they would take. No, they had take people. Harry was meant to save Hermione. But Ron went to McGonagall too. How was Harry meant to save both of them? Then I realised. Hermione wasn't Harry's she was Krum's. There was a burning in the pit of my stomach to kill Krum. He had no right to feel that way about Hermione. My Hermione.

I ran to the dock. Fleur had just emerged. She hadn't got her person. It was probably her talkative little sister Gabrielle. Where was Hermione? Had Krum got to her? What if he didn't? They wouldn't leave her down there would they? Diggory came up; he was towing the Cho girl that Harry fancied. Then he was there; he was half-shark for Godric's sake. How was I meant to measure up to that? She looked drowned. She was pale and shivering. She hadn't noticed me yet and was talking to Krum. Harry had got to Ron and saved Gabrielle too- the heroic guy. Hermione left Krum and spoke to Harry. She looked up from Harry then saw me and grinned.

{Hermione's POV}

He was leaning against one of the post. He probably couldn't tell that I was blushing. I probably wasn't - I was freezing. He came over and hugged me. He was so warm, like my own personal portable fire, except he wasn't mine. I need to remember that…

"Hey, 'Mione." He looked down at me and smiled

"Hi, Fred. Did you know that you're really warm?" I asked him

"I haven't been called warm yet, should I take it as a compliment?"

"Yes, definitely." I said with a smile

"Fancy a Butterbeer?" he said to me with a gleam in his eye that I hadn't seen before

"Sure, " then it was announced that Harry was coming in second place and we all cheered.

"Come with me." Fred said mysteriously pulling me so that I was in front of him and his arms wrapped around my waist. He kept me warm and led me to a secret passage across from the secret entrance to the kitchen.

"Wait for me here, and make yourself comfortable." He said, and left me, probably to go get some food.

There was a small anti-chamber off of the passage. It was warm. There was a radio and several cushions on the ground. There was a small table on which were stacks of parchment pertaining to the purchasing of a property in Diagon Alley. I didn't know that they had moved so far forward in their dream of having a joke shop.

"Excaresco." The charm dried my clothes and hair and I sat down on the small sofa in the corner. Fred returned with some bottles of Butterbeer and pumpkin pasties.

{Fred's POV)

"So what if I'm in my 6th year and she's in her 4th she is something perfect." I thought to myself as I walked Hermione to George and my secret hideout.

I didn't want anyone to interrupt us. She was still shivering and she was holding my arms into her, like she didn't want me to let go. I took her to the entrance then went to the kitchen to see what they had for me.

"Master Fred!" the cry came from many directions when I entered the kitchen. The loudest by far was Dobby's.

"Master Fred's brother alright? Dobby tried to help Harry Potter!" Dobby was frantic, his eyes almost in tears.

"Uh, yeah Dobby, Ron's fine. Harry got to him. I need some help though Dobby." I said to the little elf

"Anything, sir!" three other house elves shouted

"Um, I'm trying to impress a girl, but not obviously impress her. She was one of the champions object to save. She's cold and probably hungry," I said.

They set to work.

Hermione looked up when I walked in.

"Hey," I said trying not to be too formal "You like?" I gestured around the room

"Yeah, I think it's great. Like your own personal Room of Requirement." She smiled

"Never been to the place myself, except when George and I were being chased by Filch. It was just a broom closet then." I said.

"I see you got yourself dry," I continued trying to leave as little time as possible for awkward silences.

"Yeah, just a drying charm." She replied in way that made me feel like I was holding her up.

I brought her over a bottle of Butterbeer and a few pasties and sat beside her.

"So what did you have to do?" I asked her, I swear if they made her do anything dangerous I was going to kill someone.

"Nothing, Ron and I just went to McGonagall's office. She told us that we were needed in The Triwizard Tournament, told us we were safe and put us in an enchanted sleep - then Viktor was holding me above the water."

I tensed up. He had held her. He has no right to hold her.

"Fred?" she seemed concerned

"Oh, yeah?" I said

"Just making sure you're still with me," she finished with a sigh

"What do you mean?" I asked her, curiosity was getting the best of me

"I thought I was boring you." She said a little bit childishly, it was so cute

"You could never bore me," I said with a tone of indefiniteness

"I'm sure I will one day," she lay her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her moving her head to my chest.

"I'd like to see you try." I said with a chuckle

"Hey, 'Mione?" I said questionably

"Mmm, Fred?" she replied, she was obviously comfortable

"I'm glad you came with me, I thought you were going to go off with Krum," I said, I knew I sounded jealous but I didn't really care.

"No, I wasn't going to. I don't like him enough to go off with him." She replied with a tone of assurance

It shocked me. Was she telling me that she liked me more than Krum? I think so. But just to make sure.

"But you like me enough to come off with me?" I said sounding confused.

"Of course, Fred. You're like my best friend, but a different type than Harry and Ron. They're like brothers I can't really describe it," she sighed.

"I was really worried when I couldn't find you this morning, 'Mione." I said I knew my voice had cracked, but it was her - she needed to know.

"I'm sorry." She said ending that conversation

"You know, Hermione, I think you're my best friend, besides George of course." I said, and then continued "But I most definitely do not see you as a sister." She looked up and smiled.

"I'm glad." She finished with.

We talked for a while. I wasn't keeping track. We talked about her, and then about me then we talked about Harry's unrequited love for Cho. We talked about how much I missed Quidditch and how much she loves to read. She was leaning on me and smelt of vanilla. I love how she smells. I loved having her wrapped in my arms. I loved being able to have her safe.

I was leaning in to kiss her when George came in looking for me. Finding us too. Hermione straightened up, blushing and moved in a way that forced my arm off from behind her.

"Hey guys, doing anything R rated in here?" George said with a smirk.

Dammit, now he knew I liked her, a lot. We had made a vow when we found this place in our 3rd year to only ever bring the person we were going to marry in here. Bullocks.

Hermione blushed deeper "George, do you have the time?"

"Yeah, it's almost 11." George replied "Fred, I need you to come with me regarding sensitive information."

"And I need to go get ready for seeing Pa-" she paused, looking surprised with herself, re-aligned her face then continued "Padma. Yeah, I'm seeing Padma in Hogsmeade when we go. And I need to take some stuff. I'm going to find that stuff." She seemed flustered. She rushed out.

"Geez, Forge," I said, "You sure have your timing perfect don't you?!"

"Wow, Gred. I didn't think that you'd meet the woman you were going to marry so young."

I hastened to make up an excuse

"She was cold, I brought her back here to get her away from that pig Krum." I replied with a grimace

"Right, right. " he sounded finished, then he said "You like her!"

"You're wrong." I replied

"I'm never wrong about you, my brother," he said "You like her!"

"I do not!" I knew I sounded whiney, but oh well

"Do you remember the night of the Yule Ball?"

"Dammit," I thought to myself

"Yeah, what about it?" I replied indifferently

"I came back with Angelina and Alicia. They went straight to bed but I went to sit by the fire and work on stuff for WWW." he said with a tone of speculation

"Yeah, and?" I said, already knowing what he would say

"Guess who was on the sofa?" he said triumphantly

"Who?" I replied, I know that George enjoys being theatrical

"You and dear little Hermione. You had your arm around her and she was right in your lap." He continued

"Oh, right. That." I said I knew that my twin would get it out of me, but who cares

"You like her." He said with the grin

"Yes. A lot." I gave in

"Does she know?" he asked

"I think so, she told me I'm like her best friend, but not in a brotherly way." I said. I sounded stupid.

"That's a good thing. At least you're not stuck in the brotherly-best-friend zone." He finished "Like Ron!"

I tensed up, I knew he was joking, but still; the thought of Ron being with Hermione and not me made me furious

"What did you need me for anyway?" I remembered why he had barged in on us

"Oh mum sent a letter, she said "Hi,"" George was smiling sheepishly and slowly backing away.

"You. Big. Prat." I chased him into the corridor and hit him a couple of times before McGonagall came and said it was lights out.

"Hey! It's not like I watched you leave with her and waited until just the right moment of eerie silence to annoy you" He laughed as we walked up the Boys dormitory.