A/N – So hi, this is strange I feel like I'm giving you too much… Hey! It's Christmas! Who cares and I feel like ideas are coming out of my ears there's just so much!

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Eab –Thank you! As I said before my imagination just runs away with me sometimes… living in my brain is scary! :D

Quote – Stay awake, get a grip and get out
You're safe from the weight of the world
Just take a second to set things straight
I'll be fine even though I'm not always right
I can count on the sun to shine
Dedication takes a lifetime
But dreams only last for a night (All Time Low; Stay Awake)

I owe you the world…

Hermione had been moving, a lot, so much that she now thought her muggle PE lessons would be easier. For the last month or so she had been moving around so much; she had tried so hard not to run into a certain Weasley. She had tried so hard not to think of a certain Weasley. The latter being much harder. She could just leave her room whenever he came in, or make an excuse; she could never leave her brain. He was always there, reminding her of their argument.

"Please Fred, don't be like this" Hermione whispered

Luckily, the common room was quiet today and Hermione didn't have to worry about people hearing her random out bursts. Re-living the argument in her head had always seemed to make her say that. "Please Fred, don't be like this" "Please Fred, don't be like this" "Please Fred, don't be like this" "Please Fred, don't be like this" "Please Fred, don't be like this" "Please Fred, don't be like this".

Hermione lent forward and placed her head on the desk. It didn't help that the new D.A.T.D.A. teacher, Umbridge didn't like her "You're too smart" she would say. She had tried her hardest in Harry's lessons. Dumbledore's Army. She had even managed to beat Ron. Hermione sighed, that had caused an outburst. Fred said that Ron only let her win because Hermione would snog him later.

"Please Fred, don't be like this" "Please Fred, don't be like this" "Please Fred, don't be like this" "Please Fred, don't be like this" "Please Fred, don't be like this" "Please Fred, don't be like this".

Hermione raised her head quickly causing head rush and her eye sight to blur.

Fred had been moving a lot, going wherever Hermione wouldn't be. However, she would be at every Dumbledore's Army meeting, causing Fred to clog up with envy. Walking with Ron caused Fred to lash out at him. If Ron was with Hermione he'd go red in the face and try to cover it by shouting at a small child. The worst was when they learnt the Patronus Charm. He stood there and watched her elegant otter dance around her; he felt so proud that just at that second he managed to produce a tiny blue wave from the end of his wand. He continued to watch as the otter danced around with a Jack Russell. They danced and the dog chased the otter, until he realised were the dog had come from, none other than his little brother Ron. Fred walked out of the hall.

"Hermione please." He whispered. Fred was sat in the corridor just outside the common room wanting to go in but knowing she was in there. "Leave me alone". She wanted him to leave her alone.

"Leave me alone". "Leave me alone". "Leave me alone". "Leave me alone". "Leave me alone". "Leave me alone". "Leave me alone". "Leave me alone". "Leave me alone". "Leave me alone". "Leave me alone".

"Hermione please"

Fred walked down the stairs from his dormitory, it was gone midnight and he thought there would be no one up. It was closing on December and it was getting colder, Fred shivered slightly and went to sit by the fire. Nobody was up this late, just him.

"I was just lucky that Fred followed me" Hermione laughed lightly and jumped over the sofa. Fred looked at her then turned back to face the fire. Fred sighed, he'd had just about enough of Hermione; she seemed like two different people, different when she was with him and just him.

Hermione nuzzled into the side of him, and he put her arm around her.

"Why are you up so late?

"All worth it, I got to run into you" Fred laughed slightly, leaning into Hermione more.

"Please Fred, don't be like this" Hermione whispered. "You're only making me more upset"

"Why" Fred said. They laughed together slowly. Fred leaned in to kiss her.

"Leave me alone!" Hermione shouted suddenly,

"Hermione please" .Fred whispered scared he would cry.

"Fred stop being so childish"

"NO GEORGE IM NOT BEING CHILDISH!" –

Fred woke up shouting and shivering. He was so cold, he was so empty. Why, he had never felt like this before.

Hermione.

That one name Fred couldn't get out of his head. He shook his head vigorously hoping to get rid of it, but it just made his vision blurry. He rolled over into his pillow and screamed.

"Fred we need to do something, you're not sleeping, and these nightmares have gotten worse; you're screaming for hours now! We need to see Dumbledore." Fred rolled over to look at his twin.

"George?" Fred whispered "Have I ever told you what the dreams are about?" George shook his head.

"Hermione"

December turned Hogwarts into something from a Christmas card, its magical halls lit up with lights and trees. This didn't help Hermione's mood though, Fred had been really happy coming up to December, and soon he would be going back to Grimmauld Place and leaving her alone at Hogwarts. Her parents said she could go home or stay at school. Staying at home meant that all her magic would be taken from her, her parents had become stricter after the incident with Fred. They didn't even want her to be friends with him. Ron had taken this news badly.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE STAYING?" Ron shouted across the hall one morning.

"My mom doesn't want me going back after the incident; you can't stay because she doesn't want me to be around another Weasley" Hermione sighed and tried to leave. But she walked into a rather tired looking twin. Fred had gotten better, talking to George about his dreams had made him realise that they meant nothing, he just wanted what he couldn't get, and she was too young for him anyway. Fred's new plan didn't stop the dreams though, they now came every night.

"Sorry Hermione" He mumbled, she looked up at him; his pale face and messy hair making him look tired and ghostly.

"Please Fred don't be like this" Hermione whispered. Fred's face went paler, causing George to panic knowing that this had affected him. Hermione tried to walk past him but Fred grabbed her arm.

"Why are you staying?" he paused "You know you're welcome at ours, don't stay here by yourself" They kept talking in hushed tones.

"It's just my mom" She murmured.

"You can't stay here!" He raised his voice slightly

"Fred, just leave it" She sighed "But thanks for caring" Hermione turned back around and sat back opposite Ron, please don't say anything she mouthed to him. Fred followed and sat down next to her and opposite George. For a moment it seemed that everything had gone back to normal, where Fred and Hermione could sit next to each other in the same room and not get annoyed.

"Fred!" They let out a girly scream. Just then Angelina walked over; she came and stood behind George. She looked in confusion between the two, and then decided just to talk.

"Can I talk to you for a moment" She asked giggling slightly. The twin opposite Hermione got up and walked away with Angelina winking at the other twin.

"Wasn't that George?" Hermione asked.

"Nope I'm George, sat right here"

"But –" Hermione tried again. But he put her hand on her mouth.

"Now really, why can't you go to Grimmauld Place? Is this to do with Fred?" he asked. Hermione nodded, and before she went off to lesson she had told him everything.

Everyone had promised not to tell Fred that Hermione couldn't go because of him, but later that day before McGonagall had come round to ask who was staying, Hermione had received a letter. She was sat in the common room, although she and Fred had sat by each other at breakfast he was still sat on the other side of the common room. Hermione picked up the letter from the floo, slid her ink stained nails under the flap, and pulled out the letter. She unfolded it slowly.

Dear Hermione

We are really sorry to hear that your parents wouldn't let you come to Grimmauld place for Christmas; we were all looking forward to seeing you. However I have spoken to your mother and explained what happened, she has informed me that you can now come to ours for Christmas as long as we don't use the fireplace again. I'm really sorry about your accident and I hope it hasn't affected you school work; you are a very clever girl, the smartest witch of her age.

Looking forward to Christmas,

Mr & Mrs Weasley.

P.S Fred told me you couldn't come; you should thank him…

Hermione turned and smiled at the ginger haired boy in the corner. But then the last part of the letter stuck in her mind "Fred told me" Fred shouldn't know. Hermione got up and walked to the corner.

"You lied to me" She stated trying not to smile. "You told me you were George, but you weren't, you were Fred" She smiled at him. For the first time since she'd come back to school, she felt happy, it filled every part of her and consumed her, spreading from her heart to every inch of her body, until it reached her toes and fingertips. Until she felt like she'd never be sad again.

"How did you know?" asked George "sometimes not even mom can tell us apart" He sighed.

"Well first there's the obvious: Fred is slightly taller, also he was sat by me and I was sat opposite you, not next to you." She paused. "Fred stands straighter than you, you slouch ever so slightly. You have slightly broader shoulders. You also never have your uniform the same; Fred's isn't as loose around his shoulders because he stands straighter, while because you slouch it makes your uniform look baggier" She paused to look at their faces. They both looked impressed, so Hermione walked away and out of the common room towards the Owlery to send a letter to her mom. Someone grabbed her arm.

"How did you know so much?" Fred asked her.

"Well it's not hard, anyone who pays any attention would notice" She smiled and continued to walk off.

Hermione was extremely happy she didn't have to spend Christmas alone. That night she went to sleep smiling wishing that she could be at Grimmauld place quicker. That night she got her wish; Arthur had been attacked so she had to get a portkey there as soon as possible.

"But I'm not family" Hermione said.

"Your name is down on the legal family list, Miss Granger. I suggest you go with the Weasley's and take care of your loved ones." Dumbledore explained to her. Hermione swore he didn't say the 's' on ones, but pushed it from her mind and excused that she was tired.

"Okay all grab the Kettle" McGonagall said. Hermione moved and placed her hand over Fred's; he looked up and gave her an uneasy smile.

A/N So Fred's not as mean… Hope I left you with loads of questions, all will be reviled soon!

Updating on Tuesday! Eeeeeekkkk Christmas!

Might not be updating on Friday because its boxing day… but I'll do the Tuesday after that to make up for it… :D