Hermione sat staring at the pineapple in front of her. She wasn't really sure where it came from; it was just in her line of vision.
That line of vision happened to include a certain red headed Weasley by the name of Fred.
She had tried to ignore it, oh yes, many times. But there was no denying that fact that she was hopelessly and completely in love with that man.
He turned and winked at her, she wondered if he even noticed that fact that she had been watching him for the past hour.
One day, he would be hers.