Hey guys, sorry for taking so long to update. School's been kind of rough lately. I'm really glad that you guys are liking the story! , you're so sweet! I keep thinking about changing the summary but I really suck at that stuff and am keep vetoing what I come up with…haha I'll figure it out. I really really appreciate all the reviews. You guys keep me writing! 3 you and hope you enjoy:

George rubbed his eyes as he awoke, exhausted from the night before. He had just had a pleasant dream, and had jerked awake when his body reacted to his "fall" he had experienced in his dream. As George rubbed the side of his hip, he felt a sharp pain.

Examining his side, he discovered a rather nasty bruise. He continued to look at the black and purple mass, confused by its presence. He hadn't actually fallen out of bed…it was just a dream right?

The shock of his realization made him jump from his bed, letting out an "umph!" as he hit his head against the ceiling. "George I'm going to kill you if you don't shut your mouth" Fred grumbled, as he shifted his pillow over his head and went back to sleep. George froze in fear.

Fred was going to kill him.

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"Hermione calm down, its not that bad…" Ginny said unconvincingly. She felt the need to say something, however, because it appeared as if Hermione was turning mad.

"This is- I don't- I think- I – what-" Hermione frantically moaned as she paced around the room, eventually plopping down on the bed as she feigned ripping her hair out. "I'm a bloody idiot." She said, finally making a clear statement.

Ginny cringed, Hermione was a bloody idiot, but she felt as if that wasn't the right thing to say at the time. "Hermione, I highly doubt that George is going to remember what happened. I mean, he was pissed," she added encouragingly. Hermione just fell back into her covers.

"But what if he tells Fred….I know I never had a chance, but I don't know, now I definitely know I don't have a chance," she explained. Ginny joined her on the bed and began to rub her back in a comforting gesture.

"Lets just head down to breakfast and see what happens. We are Gryffindors after all, gotta use that courage for something." Hermione let out a small-frustrated scream into her pillow and then agreed. The two girls tidied themselves up and headed down to the kitchen.

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The environment at the breakfast table was oddly normal. Mrs. Weasely had fallen asleep when everyone had snuck back in, and was ignorant to the fact that anything had went amiss that night. Ron, who was just as ignorant, continued to shovel food into his face. Hermione cringed as she stared at him. It baffled her that someone could be able to eat that much that fast, wizard or not.

Looking away from Ron and hoping to regain her appetite, her eyes landed on Ginny, who was displaying a slight blush. Confused she looked closer at the scene, noticing how "slyly" Harry had grabbed his hand on hers underneath the dinner table. She smiled and winked at Ginny, causing the poor girl to blush even more.

Eventually Mrs. and Mr. Weasely left the dinner table to attend to chores, and the kids were left alone. Fred smiled rather wickedly, turning his attention toward Harry. "So," he began, "Harry, I don't think its very fair that you're taking advantage over all my family has given you. I mean, eating our food is one thing, but attacking Ginny as viscously as you did last-" Fred was interrupted as a biscuit smacked him straight in the face.

"At least I got some Fred" Ginny replied, dragging Harry out of the room. Everyone at the table just laughed.

After recovering from the attack of the biscuit, Fred turned his attention over to Hermione. "What about you Hermione, lock lips with any handsome men last evening?" he joked while raising one of his eyebrows. At the same moment Hermione and George choked on their food. Fred noticed this odd reaction, and glanced at George. Feeling extremely uncomfortable, George avoided Fred's eyes and tried to change the conversation.

"Ron, are you eating for two?" Ron let out a disgruntled rumble, picked up his dish and left the kitchen.

"What is with everyone today?" Fred asked confused, "Did something happen last night?" Hermione abruptly rose from the table.

"I think I forgot-" She stopped mid-sentence, and instead of attempting to finish it, just left the room.

"Alright George, explain." Fred said, knowing that George had been acting ridiculously sketchy. George swallowed and looked down at his plate. He knew he was going to have to tell the truth. That was the thing about him and Fred, if he lied Fred would know, and in the end, that would probably hurt him even more.

"Last night, when we were trying to find you, I was really really gone….and I accidentally kissed Hermione." George looked straight at Fred in a serious fashion, making it clear this wasn't one of his jokes. Fred stared blankly back. The curiousness in his eyes had been replaced by a dull gleam of disbelief.

"Do you fancy her?" He asked flatly, still staring off in space. He just couldn't believe it. Of all people, George, his best friend. His Twin.

"Of course not! I didn't know what I was doing. I swear I thought it was a dream." George responded, desperate for Fred to understand.

Dishes crashed onto the floor as Fred lunged, grabbing George by the cuff of his shirt. The walls shook as George's body slammed against it. Instead of fighting back, he let Fred push him further against the wall, his forearm locked against his neck.

"Fred, I didn't know what I was doing! I was drunk alrigh-" He was cut off as Fred applied more pressure to his neck, cutting off his air supply. Every muscle in Fred's body was screaming.

"Fred! What are you doing!" Harry yelled. George began to cough as Fred dropped his arm.

"I don't, I'm, I've got to-" He looked over at George and then back at Harry as he started to comprehend his own actions. "I'm sorry," he finally said as he stared blankly at the ground. After hesitating for just a moment, he walked out the back door and into the garden.

"What was that about?" Harry asked George, still completely confused at the situation. He had never seen Fred in such a rage before.

"Nothing, he's just mad that I'm the more handsome twin," George winked. He knew that it was a pathetic attempt at a joke, but he hoped Harry would understand the gravity of the situation and just leave it alone. Luckily, he did.

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Hermione jumped when she heard a crash from downstairs. She placed her book down and went to check it out before she realized who exactly was down there. She sat back down, if Fred and George were fighting something big must've happened that she probably should not involve herself in. She picked up her book and continued to read, though her mind kept lingering on what might be happening in the kitchen.

After a few moments she heard footsteps coming up the steps and peaked out the crack of her door. A rather flustered looking George appeared at the stairwell. He paused to run his fingers through his hair. She continued to watch him as he walked into his room and shut the door. When he was out of sight, she turned her back to the door and sat down, her mind racing with thoughts. The kiss in the alley way was something she could not stop thinking about. It had been…well, wonderful. But that was when she had thought it was Fred…right?

"Ow!" Hermione yelped as the door pushed her violently to the side.

"Hermione, I'm sorry! I thought you were a pile of clothes," George said once he realized the resistance he had pushed so hard against with the door had actually been a person. Hermione let out a chuckle as she dusted herself off and started to get up. "Here, let me help you." As he grabbed her arms to pull her up, Hermione didn't feel the suspense or nervousness she had whenever Fred touched her. She smiled to herself as the confusion she had previously been feeling between Fred and George quickly evaporated.

"I'm sorry about last night too." George blurted out as she sat back on the bed. "I was really drunk, and I really didn't mean to….I mean, its not like I regret it or anything, your bloody hot but…I mean, I didn't…" George's face became extremely flushed as he stumbled over his words. Hermione just laughed.

"George, its fine. I realize that it was just a drunk thing." She said. George let out a sigh of relief and slumped down on the bed next to her.

"Well I'm glad that's over with," he said with a smile. "Sorry to break your heart though, love" Hermione punched him playfully in the side.

"Oh please George, you're not the one I have a crush on." Hermione replied. She instantly slapped her hand across her mouth in an attempt to shut herself up, regretting the words that had just come out of her mouth.

George sat straight up with glee. "So there's a one huh? The other one" He smiled with a devilish grin as he teased her. Hermione let out a frustrated groan.

"Please shut up George." She pleaded. George continued to smile as an elaborate plan began to form in his head.

"Oh don't you worry your pretty little head Hermione, I won't tell a soul," he replied as he got up and abruptly left the room. Hermione cursed herself for being so foolish. She had recognized that face George was wearing when he left the room. He had a plan, and she was undoubtedly in it.