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Hermione's Point of View

"Relax your hand Fred; it's all in the wrist."

"I think you'll find, I've got it right, and you're the one wrong."

"Really, and is that why you shattered the left mirror five minutes ago."

"It doesn't help when you're in my ear, nagging about my bloody wrist movements!"

"Fine, show me how you do it then."

"…"

"Well, your brother's hair is now bright green. I hope you're content with yourself."

It was our first ever, real meeting for the DA. Much to our shock and relief, Neville had found the Room of Requirement! I was so overjoyed that we now had a big enough space we're we could all practise our skills and learn new spells, without having the worry of Professor Umbridge catching us.

But that wasn't to say, everything was running as smooth as it could. Luckily, everyone stopped questioning Harry and his abilities to teach us new skills. They were all actually very happy to learn from Harry. But, that didn't stop Fred from being typical, stubborn, Fred. Harry asked me to help Fred about twenty minutes ago, and we still hadn't accomplished anything.

I sighed loudly as Fred dropped his wand onto the floor and sat down. "Fred, try it again."

His answer was a grunt and pulling his legs up to his chest, laying his head upon his knees. Rolling my eyes, I tried to release all my frustration towards Fred and sat down next to him. I looked around the room to see the rest of the group trying out new spells with their partners and genuinely having a good time.

Fred had been taking restless all week long. Before this, I knew he had a very short attention span, and quiet a temper. But during this week, he'd lash out at the most juvenile things. I was getting quiet sick of it. I tried to ask him what was wrong a number of times, but he'd try to convince me it was nothing. I assumed it was his experiments, George said something to Harry the other day about all their formula's being wrong. Seeing that everyone was busy with their spells, I gently placed one arm around Fred's shoulder and rested my head on his other.

"You just need some practise." I murmured in his shoulder blade.

Fred slowly shifted his position to face me, "I'm just not as good as the others."

My fragile lips slowly parted as I looked at Fred's vulnerable face, I truthfully didn't know what to tell him. He'd always been cocky, and just so sure of himself. I was out of my comfort zone to see him in doubt about his abilities.

"And that's fine." I reached over to gently place my hand on his knee, "You will always find someone who is better at something than you are. Everyone does."

"You don't."

I sighed and moved closer to him. "That's because I spend my time practising and working, rather than out with my classmates. I'd rather have knowledge then friends." Fred seemed to feel a little bit better about him as he snaked one of his arms around my waist, and gave me a small innocent kiss on the temple.

"I shouldn't have pushed you. It's almost impossible for me to come to terms with the fact it takes some people awhile to grasp what I find easy. I'm sorry I worked you so hard."

Fred chuckled lightly as he leant over to rest his forehead onto mine. "I like when you do that. It gives me reason to actually try, rather than throw in the towel."

We stayed in the same position for a while; I knew Fred had enough for today and that I'd be able to help him practise the spell later on. Soon enough, everyone from the D.A had gone out to lunch, leaving Fred and I in the room of requirement by ourselves.

"We have a study period next, in the Great Hall." Fred said, absent-mindedly as he drew different shapes on my leg.

"Did you finish your potions essay?" I asked

By the look on Fred's face, it was clear he forgot… again. He had been ushered the essay two weeks ago, but continuously decided to put it off. I guess that's one of the things I love about Fred; he always has one billion thoughts in his head that he forgets the simplest of things. It was quiet irritating at times, when he'd forget where to meet for lunch, or when I had something important on and he'd distract me with wild stories from his childhood. But, the look on his face once he remembered seemed to be my most favourite thing. His eyes would grow large, and his lips played a cheeky grin, that matched his red rose cheeks.

Yes, there were many things that irritated me about Fred. But after a little less than a month, I knew that he would be the boy I'd fall in love with. Not Viktor, or Ron, but Fred. It came as a sudden shock, when my feelings of this Weasley twin changed so drastically. But I wouldn't want it any other way.

Fred's Point of View

"Just tell her!"

"I can't just tell her!"

"Yes you can, it's very easy."

"No it is not! What do I do if she doesn't say it back? Stand there like a fool?"

"Considering less than two weeks ago, you were telling me you'd never fall for Hermione and how you'd break up with her in a matter of weeks. Then confusing me to the point of insanity by telling me that you now love her, you are in no right of mind to be raising your voice at your dear brother."

I sighed loudly as I dropped my books onto the hard, stone floor of the corridors. Silently, I walked over to the even harder, stone walls and started to hit my head against the free space between portraits. George and I were on our way to our study period when I confessed to him how my feelings have changed about Hermione.

"Now, now. You'll lose what little brain cells you have." George said, handing me my books and pulling me away from the wall, back towards the stairs. "But, I'd like to advise you to tell her. Girls like that kind of stuff you know."

"Is it too soon though?" I asked in worry.

George barked out a laugh, "Have you seen the way that girl looks at you? I'm certain she has been feeling the same way for ages."

I was very odd what I was feeling. The fact that I was now, in love with Hermione Granger was very scary and pleasant at the same time. George had been very surprised when I told him, as just a few short weeks ago I mentioned that I'd never fall for Hermione. But I just couldn't help it. I loved everything about her. Like the way she'd narrow her eye brows and part her soft lips slightly when she was concentrating. And how incredibly soft her hands were to hold. There were days when I'd just slowly stroke them absent-mindedly as we conversed. There was no doubt in my mind that I loved Hermione.

"How do I say it though?"

George starched the back of his neck, with a puzzled look on his face. "Well, Hermione isn't too fancy when it comes to this stuff. I'd recommend just telling her. Plain as day."

I hadn't thought about going with that option. As far as I can remember, Mum and Ginny had always been talking about how romantic the men are in the novels they read. How they'd take the girls on horse-back rides though flower filled meadows, before confessing their love. So naturally, I assumed that's what every girl wanted. But, once I thought about it, Hermione was different. She didn't like to dress up fancy, and have all the attention on her. We stopped discussing my troubled love life once we entered the Great Hall and saw Professor Snape walking up and down the tables. I sighed quietly as George and I took seats across from the golden trio. Hermione gave me a sweet smile as I sat down, before she retreated back to her parchment. I got my Transfiguration book out, a quill, and a few sheets of parchment to make it look like I was doing something to the naked eye. But in reality, I spent my time staring at Hermione's perfect features, and lost in my thoughts of how I was going to tell her I loved her. My concentration broke as I saw notes being passed between Harry, George, Lee and Ron. All four of them were giggling like little school girls every time they were passed the same piece of parchment. I was about to look over Lee's shoulder to see what all the fuss was about, before the most brilliant idea hit me. I grabbed the closest piece of parchment, wrote three simple words, folded it, and then slowly passed it to Hermione without Snape realising. I studied her face as she gently picked up the paper, with her soft hands and opened it. I was in awe with how her lips slowly parted ever so gently and how her eyes narrowed when she looked up at me, questioning whether I was being honest. I slowly nodded my head, with a serious look on my face that hardly ever took residence. I watched as Hermione's questioning face turned into a giant grin, with her deep brown eyes sparkling up at me. Not bothering to look where Snape was, Hermione mouthed four simple words, which made my stomach turn and my heart pound hard.

'I love you too.'