{Hermione's POV}

"So now I'm a class "A" tramp," I said sitting with Fred, Harry, Ginny and Ron. The first letter was bad and they just got worse until finally, the last one was fill with Undiluted Bubotuber Pus making my hands break out into boils. I ran from the great hall all the way to the hospital wing, I didn't know anyone was following me but there he was.

"Of course, my Fred." I loved thinking that to myself "My Fred"

"Hey, 'Mione" He smiled at me

"You really don't need to see this," I said as he put his arm around me "It's not my best look,"

"Any look of yours is the best if it's you, the best is a given." He said comforting me a little

He knows how much I like it when he's cheesey. It's something that can always make me smile

"Now what do we have here," Madam Pomfrey, she looked from Fred to me and then to Fred's arm around my shoulder and to my tears and then finally to my hand

"Uh, she got some Undiluted Bubotuber Pus on her hand," Fred answered for me

"Hate mail?" I tensed up, how did she know?

She seemed to read my mind

"I read the article, seeing you two, obviously it's all rubbish." She sent a smile my way. I sent one back

"Now, I won't be able to fix it, but I will be able to soak then bandage it quite quickly." She continued

"Can I stay with her?" My Fred asked

"Can he? He's my…" I trailed off because I didn't know what Fred was

"Boyfriend, I'm her boyfriend." He continued for me, I smiled; glad to know where we stood

"He can, but only because I know he will anyway." She said with a chuckle

"Ah, Poppy m'dear, you know me so well." Fred said to the nurse

I giggled. Madam Pomfrey had me a fixed as she could in 5 minutes but gave Fred and I permission to skip out first lesson considering that I had Herbology and Fred wasn't going to leave me alone. We went to his hideout off the secret passage and talked about everything. We talked about S.P.E.W and W.W.W and even the fact that I was now a tramp 2 timing the most famous boys of the generation.

"Well, Hermione, my beautiful girlfriend," my stomach flipped at his words "I heard that tramps are quite good at some things!"

And with that he kissed me with so much passion it knocked the air out of me. Then he sat me up and we just sat there, talked and kissed until I needed to go to Care of Magical Creatures. I felt horrible about leaving Fred alone when he had given up time for. But it was school, he understood.

{Fred's POV}

I watch my girlfriend get up to go to class; I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek then walked her out to the corridor. I had Charms and I would have gone, it's my favourite class but I wanted to be in my secret place just sit there and think about everything.

I have a girlfriend.

To be honest I had never had a girlfriend before. Despite being 16 and dashing I'd really only had flings. I had a fling with Katie, and Angelina. I figured that Hermione was going to be a fling until I realised I didn't want her to be. I wanted to be with her forever. It was stupid. I know. But it's true. Hermione is the person I want to be with forever.

I could die soon.

Though none of the adults will admit this, there is a war coming, and it will hit the world hard. I could die, George could die, and Hermione could die. That was a thought that brought a lump to my throat the size of a hippogriff. I could not let that happen.

We could lose the war.

I know that Dumbledore has all this faith in us but Voldemort is Dark, and like 68? Going by that diary being 50 year old and all. We could lose and then the world would crash and burn. Muggle Murder would be a sport and Bloodtraitors would be the tools.

George walked in. I had started thinking of Hermione again and there were tears now

"Gred, did she break you're heart?" He said it in a joking way but I knew he was serious

"No, Forge, definitely not. She's my girlfriend now!" I said, grinning

"You're what?!" he exclaimed

"You heard right, Hermione Granger is my girlfriend, not just a fling, my girlfriend." I said, completely sure of what I said

"So you love her?" George said

"What? I hadn't even thought about that," I wondered, do I? There is something about her…

"I think you might," George continued

"And why do you think that single brother o'mine?"

"Well, ever since the Yule Ball. I saw the way you watched her while you were dancing with Angelina," I didn't realise that anyone had saw

"And when I came back that night you we're talking in your sleep "Hermione, Hermione." You were going on for ages" my brother carried on

"And the day of the second task, you we hysterical trying to find her, you were running everywhere to get a glimpse of her." George ended

"So what if I love her," I asked pressingly

"There's nothing wrong with loving her. She's your girlfriend." And he grinned at me, then I realised that I had just said that I love her.

And I truly do.

At dinner, while Ron was moaning about being poor, yet again I noticed my lovely having trouble cutting her food. I cut it for her and she kissed me on the cheek. Harry didn't seem surprised. Knowing how well he could read her she had probably told him. She hadn't told Ron but I'm sure she will sometime. The hate mail kept arriving. Sometimes I would put it straight in the fire, other times I would put a few of our explosive pranks in the envelope and send it back. These people are getting what they deserve.