*Gryffindor Common Room*
Hermione was curled up on the end of the couch. Her chest ached as the sobs raked through her body. After a while she had gotten to the point where there were no more tears left, and she was just blankly staring into the fireplace, watching the cinders fly up and listening to the soft crackling sound. She heard the door behind her open slowly, and someone's nearly silent footsteps approach her.
"Are you okay?" Fred asked shyly
"I feel so terrible. I feel like I caused you and Ron to fight." She said on the verge of tears again.
"It's not your fault." Fred said as he walked up to her and massaged her shoulders gently.
"Ron has feelings for me. But I don't feel the same way about him and that makes me a terrible person!" she wailed, tears once again rolling down her cheeks.
"You are not, never have been, and never will be a terrible person. None of this is your fault. You can't help the fact that you don't have romantic feelings for Ron." Fred reassured her as he sat down next to her and pulled her into his lap.
She rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him. She felt good being close to him, but that frightened her, because she didn't know why she felt that way about him. They stayed like that for a while, watching the fire, for long enough for Hermione's tears to once again dry up.
"If you're feeling a bit better, I know someone who would appreciate talking to you." He said, and she followed him as he got up and led her to the boy's dormitory where Ron was sitting on the edge of his bed, letting his sobs echo through the empty room. "I'll leave you two to talk for a bit." He said as he turned and walked back to the common room.
"Ron, I am really sorry." She said, hoping maybe he would forgive her
"No, I'm sorry. I have no right trying to split up you and my brother just because I have feelings for you." He said rather quietly. This was not exactly what she had been expecting to hear from him.
"It's ok Ron. And I'm not mad at you for what happened today. I understand why you acted like that, I'm sorry that me and Fred kissing was the first thing you saw when you walked in. And I am really sorry that I don't have romantic feelings for you. It makes me feel like a terrible person because I don't think of you the same way you think of me."
"You are not a terrible person. I know nobody can really control who they have feelings for. I just wish it wasn't my brother though."
She felt a bit happier, and more relieved, because he wasn't completely mad at her. But she felt bad for liking his brother. She walked closer to him, and sat down next to him. She pulled him into a hug, which made the both of them feel a bit better. But he couldn't control himself though. No matter how much he wanted to. And before she could have possibly backed away, he had reached up and kissed her.