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PLEASE READ THE WORDS BELOW.

By this way, this chapter may seem confusing but only Draco and Hermione's parts are in the first person, everyone else's are in the third person.

Anyway, on with the chapter...

Dating a Weasley

Hermione:

I gave the two annoying twins my best McGonagall glare as I stormed down from Ginny's bedroom, where I was staying, and plopped down at the kitchen table, where most of the other Weasley's were. Mr and Mrs Weasley weren't down yet and Percy was arriving tomorrow. However, Bill was there with his girlfriend Fleur Delacour, and Charlie was there, by himself as usual.

"Good," George complimented with a grin, "It only took you fourteen minutes and fifty three seconds."

"I wasn't counting," I grumbled back, digging into the porridge Ginny had slid in front of me with a content grin.

"We all have half an hour before Mum and Dad get um," Ron announced around a mouthful of his own breakfast, "So who wants to play Quidditch?"

Soon most of the Weasley's had left the room ad Fleur decided to go outside and watch them.

"Fred, are you coming?" Ginny yelled from outside but the other Weasley child shouted back, "In a minute," with no hint of a teasing smile on his face.

I raised my eyes to his, heart beating a mile a minute, to see him watching me. If I was honest with myself I had a bit of a crush on Fred. I had always been able to tell him and his twin apart and he wasn't that much older than me, but there was just something about him that drew me in. That was a laugh. Why would he, the funny, handsome Weasley, ever want to go out with me, the bushy-haired, bookworm mudblood?

He took a deep breath before beginning to speak and I kept my eyes on his, breathing heavily.

"I need to ask you something, Hermione," he said quietly, closing his eyes nervously. I had never seen him nervous before; it was something of a novelty.

"What?" I asked, hating myself for sounding so breathless and exited.

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Harry:

"Why did Fred stay in there?" Harry asked as he collected his Firebolt broom and mounted it. George, Bill and Charlie swapped glances, Bill seeming to ask the other two a silent question for which George answered in the affirmative. Bill smirked good-naturedly.

"He'll be so nervous," Charlie stated with a small grin.

"Why?" the youngest male Weasley asked and the sentiments were echoed by his sister.

"Have you ever noticed that Fred goes really quiet whenever Hermione is in the room unless he goes to seek her out himself?" George asked, staring at the two sixteen-year-olds and one fifteen-year-old with a Dumbledore-like twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah," Ginny replied, "I just thought he had nothing to say."

"Fred always has something to say," Harry said with a smirk before turning back to the older three, "So you mean to say that Fred has a crush on Hermione?"

"That's exactly what we mean to say," George confirmed.

"And he's asking her out right now?

"He's too old for her," Ron protested, frowning slightly as he glanced at the open kitchen window, where two shadowy figures could be seen.

"Only by two years,"Ginny squealed happily, "Oh it's so exiting and it will give him a reason to visit Hogwarts."

"We can visit anyway. Honestly, Ginny," George said with a laugh.

The red-head merely shrugged.

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Hermione:

"I've liked you for a long time," Fred said quietly, moving around the table to sit next to me and turning me around to face him. "And...well...I was wondering...if...you'd want to go out with me?"

I stared at him in shock. I had never thought that my feelings were being returned (God, that made me sound like Ginny when she was pining over Harry) but I was glad that they were.

I didn't think I would be able to speak at the moment so I only nodded happily, giving him a coy grin as he leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly against mine. As I responded, he moved one hand to the back of my head and the other hand moved me from my seat and onto his lap.

I had kissed someone before but I hadn't felt the same fireworks I felt then with Fred. It was indescribably, and so, so wonderful. I only pulled away when I needed oxygen and then I leaned my forehead against his, breathing heavily.

"I'll take that as a yes?" he asked breathless and as I made a noise in the affirmative, his grin widened and he replied, "Good."

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Draco:

"I'm a Veela?" I asked in horror, staring at me parents. The one thing I had been proud of all my life had been that I had pure blood, and now I found out that that wasn't true. In that case my blood was worse than Granger's, and she was a mudblood.

"I'm sorry, son," Mother breathed softly, "I am so sorry."

"There's more to it," I guessed, glancing from one to the other, "Well, what is it?"

"Because you are a Veela, this also means that you have a Mate, someone who you must spend the rest of your life with."

"What happens if I don't?" I asked, fearing the worst.

"You will not die, but you will become unconditionally depressed. You will not be able to be happy with anyone else."

"What about her?"

"She will be able to do what she wishes until you have bitten her..."

"This just gets better and better," I muttered, interrupting my Father, "Why do I have to bite her?"

"To mark her as your own of course," he replied as though it was stupid, "Now, as I was saying, once you've bitten her, neither of you will be able to be apart or you will both be unbearably miserable."

"Now," Mother took over from him, "There is a potion that can be made to find out who your Mate is but only a few people are allowed the recipe and it has to be made by us with their help. Due to the fact that your Mate may be a Muggle - although that is very unlikely - it is the Muggle Liaison Office that are allowed the potion. And even though he works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, your Father has managed to enlist Arthur Weasley's help so we must Floo over there now."

"We have to go to the Weasels' house?" I asked in disgust, "But..."

"No 'but's," Mother interrupted, her voice nearly a growl, "And you will not be rude when we get there."

As we were still in the Library, we had to move into one of our many sitting rooms in order to Floo over there. Father went first, with Mother following him and me bringing up the rear.

When I entered, I nearly went straight into their backs as sitting at the table, making out, was a mane of softly curling brown hair and ginger locks. At first I thought it was the youngest male Weasley but as they drew up for air I noticed it was the twin with no missing ear, whatever he was called.

"Finally managed to score, Granger?" I asked cruelly and two sets of eyes fixed on mine. Granger flushed scarlet and moved over no-lost-ears lap and back onto her own seat. Mother flashed me a warning look over her shoulder as the King of the Weasley's came down the stairs. As soon as he saw us, he gave a stiff nod and moved into another room.

With one more smirk back at Granger, I followed my parents.