-1Hermione has always thought that'd she'd end up with Ron. Ron was the one she couldn't deny liking at least a bit. Ron was the one who everyone though was perfect for her.

But was it true? She goes on a trip to a prank shop convention with Harry, herself, and the Weasley family and finds herself alone with Fred. So different from Ron, Fred is carefree and funny, and Hermione finds herself in a bit of a situation:

Why is she feeling this feeling with… Fred, instead of Ron?

Why is it that she now feels happier than ever?

Was she just way sick of waiting, or what?

Read to find out! -

Hermione unburied her head from her favorite book. A copy of Hogwarts: The History. She blinked at the sudden addition of color in her vision compared to the bleak white and black lettering. Her parents were away, and she had been holed up in her room all day, reading. Her muscles were stiff, and her lungs longed for fresh, non-stale air. She put her book back in its spot on her carefully organized shelf, and put her thick, brown hair back with a scarf. She pulled on her worn, soft gray sweater.

Should I bring a book to read in the park? Hermione thought to herself. No. For the first time in her life, she was tired of reading.

As she walked down the street, the only sounds she heard were the thumping of her own feet against the pavement, and the birds in the trees lining the street. The muggle world was just so boring to her now, compared to the almost constant excitement at Hogwarts. She sighed, and watched at a gust of wind picked up at pile of dead leaves and swept them before her.

They danced in an unnatural way before finding their way over to Hermione and floating before her face. They froze in mid-air, and an eerie silence passed over the neighborhood, all at once. Hermione gasped and stepped back, her hand reaching into her pocket, which usually held her wand, and was now empty, since she wasn't really planning on using it here, in the muggle world.

She looked around frantically, and suddenly, instantly, there was a great WOOSH! And there, hovering before her face, was Ron, Harry, Fred, and George. All piled into Arthur's flying Ford Anglia, grinning down at her.

She nearly collapsed with relief. But she didn't; she collapsed from surprise.

"Hermione? HERMIONE CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

"Ron, you git. She's unconscious not deaf."

"Here, use this. It's our latest. See, it stinks so bad, that whoever you open it in front of not only wakes up, but vom-"

"George, no." Ginny scolded.

"Okay, okay. Gees."

Hermione tried unsuccessfully to sit up, her eyes unfocused and the back of her head pounding.

Ouch.

"She's awake!"

A blur of color swam before her eyes before they finally focused on five faces staring down at her. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George. She soon realized that she was at the Burrow, on the couch by the fireplace. Before she could say anything, Ginny threw herself at her.

Double Ouch.

"You're not dead!"

"I'm surprised." Hermione says, finally able to sit up after Ginny pulled herself away.

"You were out like a light." Fred said, smiling down at her; something besides mocking in his eyes that Hermione couldn't recognize.

"We had to lug you into the car and into the house." George added.

"And you were h-e-a-v-y. No more bread for you."

"Ron! You know I've been craving to use one of my famous bat bogey hexes-"

"What? No! I'm just saying-"

"Oh, gosh." Hermione said, cutting him off and standing up. "I wasn't in that car, was I? With you all driving? it's a wonder I made it alive."

Harry laughed, Fred looked offended, and while Hermione was screwing her head on, George had flopped into her place, and Mrs. Weasley bustled in, carrying a tray with a strong smelling liquid something on it. She was wearing a flowered apron, with her red hair in two ponytails on the top of her hair, as homely as ever.

"Hermione, dear! Your awake! Here; drink this. it's a recipe passed down for generations in this family."

The whole Weasley families' face turned sour. Bad sign. Extremely bad sign. "Err.. Mrs. Weasley. That's really such a nice thing for you to erm.. Whip up a family secret for me. But I'm alright now, really. It was just a, um, minor concussion." Which or course, made it sound worse.

"Oh, just a few sips! It'll do good for you. Here." She handed me the hot steamy mug and charged back into the kitchen.

No arguing.

"Great…" Hermione muttered into the putrid steam rising from the murky green liquid. "Just great." She feared looking up and seeing the pity in everyone's eyes. Instead, she pinched her nose, pulled her head back, and slowly, cautiously, pored a bit into her mouth.

Her face went scunchy and her hair stood on end. It was the most horrible stuff she had ever tasted! It tasted like… boiled frog legs and insect blood, and it with down slowly, with much objection to her body, mainly her gag reflex. When she got it over with, her tongue was thick, and her eyes were watery with tears.

"That… that wasn't that bad. I mean, I guess it could have been worse."

"Try drinking a whole mug of that stuff," Ron said and shook his head with empathy. Fred and George traded a glance. "Hermione, my dear gal. The worst is yet to come."

"Liquid hell." Fred said, nodding.

Just then, her body went rigid, her stomach was set on fire, and it felt like there was something thick and cold crawling through her body.

She made it to the bathroom just in time.

The Weasley's had all been ordered to tidy there rooms for the guests. Harry and Hermione were left alone in the living room, and Hermione, after Mrs. Weasley refused to let her help with anything, wanted to know just why she was there.

"So is anyone going to tell me why I've been kidnapped?"

Harry smiled and shook his head, his wild hair getting even more wild. "Fred and George have been invited to a prank shop convention at the Herald Palace. You know, that big building next to the ministry of magic?"

'Mione nodded her head, and he continued. "They've been nominated for something or the other. It was Fred's Idea to invite you to go, you now."

Hermione was surprised. Fred? Why would Fred want her there? But what she didn't know at that moment, was that she was experiencing a moment of foreshadowing what was to come would be enough of whirlwind for her to be knocked off her feat.

(A/n:What do you think? Should I continue? Pllllease R&R. Have empathy on me; its my first fan fiction ever!)