A/N – Ta dar! Official update day will be Fridays. If I haven't posted I've probably got a good reason. I wouldn't just abandon this! I hope you guys like it I have put so much effort into this chapter (I even got a bit of writers block! (scary!)) Enjoy!

It's not like that

It's not like that… It's not like that… It's not like that. No matter how Fred Weasley put it, she had still said it. The words continued round and round his head. He tried not to think about her, he had told George that he didn't want to talk about her and that she was way too young for him anyway. Fred remembered the look on her face, she didn't care. No, she does. He thought, just for Ron. His head was swarming with thoughts of her. The way that she'd teased him so easily and he'd felt so comfortable with her. The way that she would walk, softly and silently as if not to wake anyone. The way that she would stand tucking one leg behind the other. He sighed loudly and rolled over in his bed. Why her? He thought. There was at least a hundred other girls at school that would kill to go out with him. But none of them are –

"Fred you up?" George asked from his bed. Fred rolled over and faced George. George looked him over. He was wrapped up in his blankets so much there wasn't any left, and the way the sun was falling had set dark shadows under his eyes as if he hadn't been sleeping, and an "I'm too sad to be getting up" smile was on his face. He looked sad and unlike Fred. George sighed; Angelina hadn't been horrible to him… Had she?

"DUDE! You look awful" George joked. Fred sighed moodily and rolled over. "You've only got one more day until you see Angelina anyway. What's all the fuss?!" Fred turned sharply and glared at George. George gave him a puzzled look. Fred had just about had enough of him; he hadn't slept all night and had to wake up to George talking about some slut from school. Fred got up and let out a groan from how cold it was. He walked towards the door, threw it open and stormed out.

"FRED!" George shouted "WHAT'S WRONG?!" He hurried after Fred and tried to stop him before he did something he would regret. He heard a small voice from around the corner.

"Hello Fred" Hermione said. She had turned a light pink colour, so she looked down at her feet in the hopes no-one would notice. George did. Fred looked down at the small girl before him. He looked her over and all the thoughts from last night came crushing back all at once. He gave her a cold stare

"Morning" Fred said sharply almost snapping.

"Your mom says to hurry up, we have to go to Diagon alley" Hermione replied. She looked up at Fred and saw how ill he looked; she decided not to say anything.

"Well you better move out of my way then" he said and pushed past her. She stumbled into the railing. She went red but didn't say anything. Her face was hidden in the book she'd been carrying. She heard the feet on the stairs and presumed George had followed him; she looked up and gasped when she saw him. So did George. Her face was worse than it had been just a few seconds before. Her left cheek was badly bruised and her lip was bleeding, badly. She mumbled and tried to move past him. George looked at the small girl before him. Didn't Fred mention something about her yesterday? Hermione hurried past and into the bathroom. What did Fred say about her? Right now, George had to make sure Fred was okay. Hermione was a smart girl, and she could look after herself.

The Weasley gang had made their way down stairs and was stood in front of the fireplace. Mrs Weasley was explaining the importance of clear speech. Fred was still fuming from earlier and George had only just managed to calm him down. Hermione and Ginny were still upstairs. George couldn't help but worry that Hermione was really injured.

"Girls come on!" Molly shouted. Just then Hermione and Ginny came running down the stairs. Fred tried not to, but his eyes automatically looked, like he had no control over them. She was dressed like Hermione, dark coloured top and jeans. Her face had more make up on than usual, showing less freckles and making her lips redder. Her hair was curled in ringlets down her back and looked nicer than normal. She had muggle pumps on and was pulling on a hoodie that said 'Super Dry'. She ran down the last few steps and stood close to Ron.

"Hermione?" Ron asked "Why do you have a 'Super Dry' hoodie on it's not going to rain!" He finished. Harry and Hermione started laughing so much they both started crying. The Weasley's stood there uncomfortably, not understanding.

"Oh Ron!" Hermione teased. Fred watched in silence and felt his face grow hot. She shoved Ron playfully and he stumbled into the wall, blushing. Fred wanted to scream but he just gripped his hands together tightly making his knuckles go pure white.

"Okay!" He said loudly "let's go! Can't be late for your parents Hermione!" He said with a false smile. They all started going towards the fireplace one by one, until it was just Fred and Hermione left. He gestured for her to go first.

"You look like you've actually tried this morning" He said, smirking at her. Hermione looked at the floor. Gosh he's such a prat! Why did it have to all change yesterday? She thought, not moving. She tucked her leg behind the other one and stood there waiting for him to finish. "I'm guessing it's all for Ronikins" He laughed.

"It's not like that" she mumbled. Even though she said it quietly Fred heard every word, they moved through him, tugging on his heart pulling it apart bit by bit.

"What did you say?" He asked showing his anger.

"I said it's not like that!" she said louder showing pure emotion in her voice. Those 4 words Fred never wanted to hear again. He walked towards her making her step back into the fireplace. She stumbled back and fell…

"Hermione!" she heard Fred scream. Before it all went black.

A/n - Dun Dun DUUUUN! I understand this is shorted than the other two but I wanted to leave it on a cliff hanger. (Sorry to be annoying (you do only have to wait a week!)) It's also officially the festive season! We can now say the 'C' word! CHRISTMAS! :D