A/N: We are officially in 4th year!

Disclaimer: I don't own GoF, Fred, or the HP books. I make no profit from this story, it is just great therapy.

New Story Summary: GOF- The continuing journey of the Arithmancy nerd and bookworm. Can Fred stay out of the tournament? Will Hermione free the House Elves and save Winky? Will Malfoy find out who attacked his Father? Starts in POA. FW/HG GW/Multi

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As they were leaving the L'armure bookstore Hermione excitedly picked up another book from the shelves. Its black leather cover proclaimed Spellcrafting: Inside the Art.

"I thought I said no more," Mom tutted.

"But Mom!" Hermione protested.

"No more!"

Hermione debated, knowing that the tome might be able to help Fred. She walked up to the cash register and smiled politely, "Can I trade this book for some of these?" She hesitantly handed him the bag of her purchases.

The shopkeeper hummed. He ruffled through the bag, pulling out one tome. When he handed her back Inside the Art along with the one book, Hermione almost changed her mind. Mournfully looking at the bag full of French magical history, spells, and magic, she forced herself to walk away. "Thanks." Surely the book would prove useful.

It wasn't until they were enjoying a baguette that Mom spoke on the subject, "What was so important about that book?"

"Well, I thought Fred could use it," Hermione commented.

Mom pursed her lips, "Dear, I do hope you are remaining focused on your school work."

"Of course," Hermione stated, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Boys can be a bit of a distraction. I know your hormones are in high gear, but remember relationships that are started as teenagers don't usually last."

"It's not like that!"

"Oh?" Mom asked. "You could have fooled me. The whole trip you've talked about this Fred. When I asked you how school went, you barely spoke of anyone else. Earlier, you wanted to go into the prank store to see if they had anything he would like. And just now my daughter - who has always prized books above anything else - just returned over ten books for one. So she could give it to this Fred- who I've never meet. Frankly, Hermione, I'm worried."

"Mom!" Hermione protested. Still she couldn't deny Fred did take up a lot of her thoughts. "I can't like Fred. He's older!"

Mom raised her brows, "Your Dad is several years older than me. Does age equate love?"

"No. But-" Hermione sighed. There was no denying that Fred was attractive; his hair was so soft and he just had this easy aura about him. But to say she had a crush? True, he was very smart. He was so easy to talk to, and always took the time to explain things. Plus, they just worked well together. She couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts and- "Oh!" Hermione's eyes went wide. She had a crush on Fred!

Mom sighed, "I just want you to be aware that love can make you do some irrational things."

"Love's a bit of a stretch," Hermione blushed.

Mom sighed wistfully, "My little girl is all grown up with her first crush!" Putting the tab down on the table she stood up, "Come along then."

"I thought we were done shopping?"

"A woman has to dress right to catch her man," Mom beamed.

Hermione realized this was going to be a long day.

…o0o…

Hermione wasn't sure what to think when she received Ron's owl asking her to go to the Quidditch World Cup. The sport was a waste of time, in her opinion. She only went at Hogwarts' games because of her friends. Still, a chance to see the cup was something she might not get again. Harry was supposed to be there. And Fred.

She wasn't sure what to think about Fred. He was constantly on her mind since Mom's revelation. He was a pranker, had a bad temper, and liked - boy things - such as Quidditch. There were also the sweet things he did at times. And the way he rubbed his brow was adorable. Unlike Ron and Harry, he actually listened when she talked about magic; Fred even talked to her about higher-level magic as if she was a peer. He was easy to talk to. So she might have a small crush on him; however, concluding that was different from wanting a relationship with him.

Frankly, she was also pissed that he hadn't written all summer. Did she mean nothing to him? At first she had thought that it was because she was in Paris, and Errol wouldn't have been capable of flying that long distance. When she had seen Hedwig with a letter from Ron of all people, she was dissapointed. If Fred was so smart, why couldn't he think of that?

Hermione determined she would just have to ask Fred when she saw him.

Responding to Ron, she asked if she could come a few days early. That should give her time.

…o0o…

Hermione anxiously straightened her hair- not that it had any effect - while waiting for Mr. Weasley Saturday afternoon. Her bags were packed, so she took to anxiously shuffling back and forth in front of the bay window.

Father looked up from his copy of Dentists Monthly, "You know, dear, pacing won't make the time go by faster."

"I know." Hermione said, "I'm just excited."

"Well I hope you have a good time-"

Father was interrupted by a loud bang from the back yard.

Hermione jumped.

"What was that?" Father went to inspect. Another loud bang followed.

For lack of anything better to do, Hermione decided to follow.

"Arthur!" Father exclaimed.

Going out the back door she was greeted by the site of Mr. Weasley fighting to get out of a rose bush. "Bloody plant!" Giving up in frustration, he pulled out his wand and shrunk the plant.

Hermione giggled.

"Dan!" Mr. Weasley came over to shake Father's hand. "How are things? Those dills working out for you?"

"The drills are fine, thank you. Who is this?"

"This is my second oldest, Charlie. He's here for the Cup."

As her Father shook Charlie's hand, Hermione took the time to study the new Weasley. Unlike Ron, Charlie was shorter and broader (he still stood a head above her petite form). His body was well toned, and showed evidence of hard work. Overall, Charlie was the specimen of masculinity you read about in trashy romance novels (not that she had any). Hermione couldn't help but wonder if Fred would look that way in a few years.

"That's quite the nasty burn you have there," Father commented.

Charlie shrugged, "I got a bit too close to one of the Horntails."

"Horntail?"

"It's a type of Dragon," Mr. Weasley said, "Charlie here watches them to make sure they stay on the Preserve. We used to have all kinds of trouble with them burning down Muggle settlements."

Hermione frowned, "Does that happen often?"

"Not since the Great London Fire. The Ministry put up the reserves after that." Charlie said, "Course there was a Fireball that caused some havoc in Chicago a few hundred years ago."

"Sounds important," Father nodded. "How are things on your end, Arthur?"

"Same old." Mr. Weasley beamed, "You ready for the Quidditch Cup there Hermione? I got some prime seats. The Weasley luck held!"

"I think it will be interesting." Hermione supplied.

"Oh, it will be. Just wait until you see the stadium! It's taken 500 of the Ministry's best months to build. I've been working on the wards, myself." Mr. Weasley frowned, "Can't have any Muggle Aroplans seeing it. Pity that. It would be nice if you could come, Dan."

"Maybe someday." Father patted on her shoulder, "You just take care of this one."

"I always wanted another daughter," Mr. Weasley beamed.

"Go get your bags, dear," Father ordered.

On her way back outside, Hermione stole a peak in the mirror. She had put on some light foundation and lipstick, and was probably about as attractive as she ever would be. It was now or never, she supposed.

"So, Hermione, have you ever Apparated?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"No. But I've read about it. You compress your molecules at such a high rate the resulting force propels you where you want to go."

Father looked green. "Take care now. And make sure to write."

"I will," Hermione promised with a hug. "Love you!"

Charlie grabbed her trunk and disappeared with an ominous crack.

"Until next time," Mr. Weasley nodded to Father. As he placed his hand on her shoulder, Hermione braced herself. The instantaneous wrongness that overcame her was like the flu; her body just knew something was wrong but not how to fix it. When it was over the sensation quickly dissipated, but she was left with the impression that all wizarding travel was horrible. You would think that Wizards would have the capability to make pleasant transportation. Catching her breath, she followed Mr. Weasley towards an odd shaped house.

Mr. Weasley smiled brightly, "Welcome to the Burrow!"

Hermione marveled at the misshaped rooms jutting out from the house with absolutely no support structure. The obvious answer as to how as magic, but she had to wonder if it was safe. At some point all the magic in the world couldn't stop Physics.

Seeing the large amount of people bustling around inside she asked, "Who all is here?"

Mr. Weasley started up the path, "Well, you've meet Charlie. Molly, Ron, and Ginny should be inside. Bill is arriving later tonight. I imagine Percy is still at work. George is over at the Diggory's, and Fred is at his Gran's."

"Okay," Hermione said. Inside she was frowning. Fred was at his Gran's? When did that happen? Is that why he hadn't owled her?

As they pulled open the door, Hermione was greeted by the sight of Mrs. Wesley making dinner. She had seen the House Elves of Hogwarts making food, so it wasn't that impressive. Still, she would have to learn the cooking spells at some point, because she definitely was not hiring a House Elf.

"Hermione!" Ron smiled, "I just heard back from Harry. He'll be here tomorrow."

"That's great."

Charlie came in the room; smiling at her roguishly, "Glad to see you survived your first Appartation, Miss. Granger. I already took your trunk to Ginny's room."

Hermione nodded, "Thank you."

Ginny bounced over, "I'll show you where it is."

"Dinner will be ready in ten!" Mrs. Weasley shouted after them.

Ginny drug her up the winding staircase to the first room. Inside was what Hermione would describe as a typical girl's room - pink with flowers- if it wasn't for the moving poster of a Witch's band on the wall. There was a second rickety bed underneath the bay window where her trunk set.

"So?" Ginny asked excitedly.

Hermione blinked, "So what?"

"Your wearing makeup! Mum says I'm too young yet- you know how parents are. Who is he?"

"No one." Hermione blushed, unsure how to vocalize the thought of liking one of her brothers to Ginny.

"You're blushing!" Ginny smiled mischievously. She gasped, "Tell me it isn't Ron."

Hermione blanched.

"Thought not." Ginny tapped her lip, "And you just met Charlie- although if we weren't related- so that leaves-"

"Dinner!" Ron hollered from down the stairs.

Hermione bolted out of the room to Ginny's laughter.

On the stairs she met Percy coming out of the bathroom. Hoping he couldn't see her blush, Hermione nodded politely, "Percy."

Percy smiled warmly, "Granger. How are things?"

She shrugged, "Okay, I guess. Why aren't the twins here?"

"Ah." Percy inclined his head, "Gran requested Fred's help this summer, and we are out of room with everyone here so George asked to stay at a friend's house this weekend."

Hermione frowned, "How did you do it when everyone lived here?"

"Most of the time the twins slept with me, but what with work-" Percy shrugged as they approached the table. Hermione understood. The twins and Percy had always been close; a bond had probably only been deepened by sharing a room. Walking up towards the table, Percy kindly held out a chair for her.

Across the table Ginny beamed at them. Hermione wanted to groan. She didn't know which was worse- Ginny thinking she liked Percy, or the sister knowing that she liked Fred.

Dinner was chaos. It was no wonder Ron had such bad table manners. Everyone spoke over each other and food was passed haphazardly. Hermione followed Percy's lead of taking the food that came by.

Towards the end of dinner, a majestic Eagle Owl swooped in the open window baring a letter.

"Bit late for post, isn't it?" asked Charlie.

"Let's see here," Mrs. Weasley said as she untied the envelope. "Oh! It's from the S.W.T board."

Mr. Weasley frowned, "Molly-"

But it was already too late. Mrs. Weasley had opened the envelope. As she read, she got paler and paler, her mouth hanging open like a grouper fish.

Beside her Percy asked, "What is it? Is there something wrong with the results?"

"No," Mrs. Weasley said hoarsely.

Mr. Weasley bustled over, "Let me see." Taking the parchment from his wife he read aloud:

"Dear Mr. Weasley:

We are pleased to inform you that due to the outstanding performance during your examination you have been awarded:

Arithmancy N.E.W.T. - Outstanding

Congratulations,

Griselda Marchbanks

P.S. You will be pleased to know that despite your dismal showing in Potions, you were the top of the O.W.L. class this year. I expect great things from you."

"O.W.L.'S?" Ginny sputtered.

Ron must have had the same idea, "One of the twins got a N.E.W.T.?"

Percy looked like the cat that caught the canary. Hermione winked at him. Apparently all their hard work had been worth it.

"Wonder which one?" asked Charlie.

"Fred," answered Mr. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley was astonished, "Fred?"

"How'd you recon that?" asked Ron.

Mr. Weasley chuckled, "Obviously, none of you have ever talked to your brother about the subject. He's quite adept."

Charlie whistled, "Well I'll be."

Mrs. Weasley grabbed the paper from her husband. "Top of his class to boot! It's about time those two stopped joking around." She sighed dreamily, "We may have another Head Boy in the family. I can just see Fred, finding a respectable place at the Ministry like Percy-"

Ron sniggered.

"Ron Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley snapped, "You have no place to talk. Your grades this year were appalling! Let's hope that you have the sense to get into your studies like Fred before it's too late. To your room! No desert!"

Ron scowled as he left the table. Hermione reminisced that perhaps failing to help Ron with his homework had been a bad idea, but hopefully he would learn to apply himself.

A knock sounded on the kitchen door before it creaked open. A tan, taller man whose ginger hair identified him as a Weasley came in, "Anyone home?" His long red hair clasped back in a ponytail, along with his dragon fang earring gave him the impression of a bad boy.

"Bill!" cried Ginny as she ran to hug him, quickly followed by Mrs. Weasley.

"Come in," said Mrs. Weasley, "We were about to have desert."

Mr. Weasley embraced his son, "How have you been?"

"Good, good. We just about got the Napherti tomb cleared after all these years."

Charlie patted his brother on the back, "Good to see you."

"You too." Bill nodded.

Charlie smirked, "You'll never guess what the twins did now."

"What?" Bill sighed.

Mrs. Weasley toted, "Don't make fun of your brothers now. They are growing up to be fine young men!"

Charlie leaned over to inform him, "They got good grades."

Bill looked shocked. "You're joking!"

…o0o…

Harry had indeed arrived yesterday, looking gaunt and ragged as usual after staying with his less than stellar relatives. The day had been mostly uneventful. Due to Ginny's sly glances, Hermione had kept her nose buried in the second book from France. Fortunately - or not - it was an unabridged history on the Goblin Wars. Between trying to keep lunch down, she wished she had been able to get the Runecasting book she had originally purchased.

It was the crack of dawn the day of the Cup and the Burrow was bustling was energy. Hermione had prepared her bag last night. She was the first person into Wesley's one bathroom. After putting her makeup on she went downstairs. She couldn't wait to see Fred and find out what his Gran had told him. Perhaps they had discussed the House Elves' enslavement.

Mrs. Weasley gave her some pancakes that were perfectly fluffy.

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," said Hermione.

Ginny joined her at the table, sending a smirk in her direction.

"Your welcome dears. Are the others coming?"

"They were waiting on the bathroom."

"Well, I guess they will miss breakfast," She commented.

Harry and Ron finally thundered down the stairs.

"Where's everyone else?" Ron blearily looked around.

"They will be Apparating later." Mrs. Weasley informed them, "Dad is in the shed getting the tent. Go on then!"

"No breakfast?" Ron whined.

"You should have got ready quicker!"

As they shuffled out the door, Hermione noticed Mrs. Weasley handing the boys each a sandwich.

Ron pounded on a rotted piece of plywood. The shed, like the rest of the Weasley property looked like a gentle breeze could blow it over. "Dad! We're ready!"

"Right then!" Mr. Weasley came out with a large bag. "Just got the tent ready to go. We best hurry if we are going to make the Portkey."

"What's a Portkey?" Harry asked as they bustled through the filed.

While Ron explained, Hermione was wondering if it would be safer to go back to the Burrow and beg Percy to Apparate her.

"There it is!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed. Hermione eyed the ratty boot suspiciously. It must be a complicated spell to make an intimate object a portable vortex. She wondered if it drained the core to the degree of the Grimioure enchantment. "Ah, Amos!"

A loud bang came from behind them. Hermione jumped. When Ginny started giggling, she turned around to see what caused the commotion. Harry and Ron had green skin.

"George!" Mr. Weasley said lightly.

"Just getting everyone in the spirit!" George jumped down from a tree with another Hogwarts student Hermione didn't know.

"But Ireland is going to lose!" Ron protested.

"What makes you say that?" George held his heart, "My brother is a traitor!"

"Everyone knows the Bulgarians have Krum!"

"A seeker isn't everything," said the strange boy.

"Unless it's you Cedric!" Amos identified the boy, "Why you even beat Mr. Potter here last year!"

"Dad-"

"Time to go!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed.

Everyone grabbed onto the boot. They must have looked comical lying on the fresh grass with the old thing.

A nauseating ride later, Hermione determined that she was learning to Apparate at the earliest opportunity. Even if it was also uncomfortable, you didn't spin around like that.

Getting up and adjusting her hair, Hermione happily looked around.

Ron yawned from beside her, "I thought you didn't like Quidditch?"

Hopping to discourage Ginny she responded, "It's not every day you get to go to the World Cup!"

As Ron and Harry shrugged at each other, Hermione happily followed Mr. Weasley towards their spot. The fields were bustling with Wizards in decidedly non-Muggle clothing. This was another example of how Wizards were so outdated. Honestly, they claimed their safety depended on being able to blend in, yet they made absolutely no effort. Watching a ministry official Obliviate one of the campsite workers was absolutely appalling. Since Fred had done the same to Flitch she understood that Wizards thought it acceptable. Still, it was an atrocious violation of human rights, and Hermione was going to find some way to prove it to wizards.

Separating from Cedric and Amos, they headed towards the direction the worker had indicated while ducking flying Wizards. Between the vendors and the fans, the place was like a zoo. Hermione found herself getting giddy due to the lively atmosphere. She wondered if Wizard events always felt this alive.

As they headed past a two-story tent with albino peacocks- honestly what were wizards thinking - a ginger blur passed her. She turned to see Fred embracing George like a lifeline.

"Hello, son," Mr. Weasley smiled.

Fred let go of George to nod at his Father. When he turned to her next, Hermione fumbled for words to say. Should she tell him she missed him, or would that be too clingy? She was surprised when her rumination was interrupted by Fred wrapping her in his arms. That brief hug was enough to make her stomach do cartwheels.

"Hello Hermione," Fred let go to ruffle Ron's hair, "Ronikins!"

"Oi!"

Mr. Weasley chuckled, "We best move along to the site to set up the tent before your brothers get here."

"Perce?" Fred asked.

George shrugged, "Bill and Charlie."

"Really?"

Ron frowned, "What was Gran thinking not letting you have post all summer?"

"Reckon she thought I would try and run away?"

"I bet," George snorted.

Hermione got the impression by Fred's lack of response that he agreed.

…o0o…

Hermione had thankfully been able to help Mr. Weasley set up the tent, since he had insisted on doing it the 'Muggle way.' With so much magic being performed the Ministry had dedicated Obliviators on hand. Hermione was not sure why he bothered but figured it was a nice gesture. At least some Wizards didn't let their wands go to their heads.

Walking inside, Hermione was amazed at the size of the tent. Sure, she had heard about expansion charms, but seeing it was something else entirely. Inside of a tent barely big enough to sleep one was a small house- kitchen and restroom included!

"Alright," said Mr. Weasley, "Boys on the right, girls in the back left."

Hermione marveled as she placed her stuff on the lower bunk.

"Pretty neat, right?" asked Ginny.

"The detail is amazing." Hermione stroked the carved wood of the bed, "You could live here."

"Not really," Ginny shrugged, "Something about the charms deteriorating the more it is in use."

Hermione frowned, "Really?"

"Well you can't expect something to last forever."

"You mean Gamps fifth law?" Hermione looked around slightly disconcerted that the tent could collapse on them at any given second. If it happened, then where would they end up? What was the furniture made up of? How was the Transfiguration held together in the first place? Were the Charms anchored by Runes? So much to learn.

A rustling in the living room cause Hermione to poke her head out, hoping the twins had finally made it back from getting water. Unfortunately, it was the older brothers.

"I tell you, he's a poor example of a Ministry official." Percy complained.

"Who is?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"Bagman." Charlie sighed, "He was taking bets from some of the Bulgarians."

Bill dropped his bag, "Reckon he's trying to find a way to pay of the Goblins. I hear he's in with them deep."

Ron whistled.

Hermione wondered if the Goblins called in their debts the same way punished thieves. In that case, she might result to gambling too.

"Where are the twins?" Percy asked.

Mr. Weasley said, "Sent them off to get water, should be back soon."

A noise from behind the tent curtains had Bill and Charlie running behind the door. Percy shook his head warily. "Speak of the devils."

"Perce!" said one twin.

"Mighty old chap."

"Heard you-"

"Slept in."

"So glad-"

"You could-"

"Join us." The two set the large buckets of water down by the table. Before they could hug Percy, though, they were tackled by the two elder Weasleys. The four fell down to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Mr. Weasley shook his head bemusedly, and Hermione was left wondering if this was what it was like to have siblings.

Charlie was stocky like the twins, but had the advantage of working in the reserve all year. And Bill had much longer limbs. Frankly, there was no doubt as to the winner since the twins still couldn't use magic outside of school. That was until Ginny climbed up on the table, jumped down onto Bill, and got him in a chokehold. Hermione was a little confused when Ron drug Harry into the fray.

Percy came to stand beside her.

Hermione looked at the tangle of limbs, the occasional yelp, and the undignified manhandling with no amount of confusion. "Are they always like this?" she asked.

"Yes," Percy tutted, "I never got it either."

Hermione giggled as Ron and Harry fell on top of each other to be tickled by Ginny. Despite her hesitation, the pile did look like fun.

"There's something at the Ministry you should know." Percy continued quickly, "A woman by the name of Bertha Jenkins went missing. That's not all unusual, apparently. But she usually checks in by now. She was helping to plan an event at Hogwarts this year."

"Oh?" Hermione worried her lip, unsure of what anything at the Ministry had to do with her.

"Let the twins know." Percy placed his large hand on her shoulder, "Keep my brothers out of too much trouble you hear?"

Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat, "I'll try."

She was drawn away from Percy's intense blue stare by the commotion on the floor.

"All hail the smartest Weasley!" bowed Charlie.

Bill patted one twin on the shoulder, "Yeah, even we didn't get N.E.W.T.s in our fifth year!"

"What?" the twin sputtered.

Ginny smirked, "Yeah, Mom has you pegged for the next Head Boy."

The second twin asked, "When did this happen?"

Percy sighed and stepped up, "We got a letter in the mail yesterday from S.W.T. congratulating Fred on his Arithmancy N.E.W.T."

The twins looked at each other blankly, "And you actually believed it?"

…o0o…

Rounding up all the Weasleys they headed towards the game. Somehow Ginny managed to maneuver everyone to where Hermione was situated between Ron and Percy. She desperately wanted to talk to Fred, but it wasn't to be.

While not one for Quidditch games, she had to admit that the World Cup was impressive. Despite all of the boys drooling over the Veela, Hermione found it interesting to see the ethereal beauties in action. She could understand why so many wars had been fought over them. The same could be said for the Leprechauns gold- she gave up on trying to tell Ron it was fake because he looked so happy. Money and love were two things magic could never produce, but being able to mimic it was definitely not beyond the realm of possibilities.

The Quidditch teams themselves were also quite impressive. It was clear from Krum's reception that he was the key player of the Bulgarian team. As the match continued on this held true, and Hermione learned Quidditch was more dangerous (and violent) outside of Hogwarts. In the end, when Krum caught the snitch and lost the game, Hermione was smiling with the rest of the crowd.

Trying to get down from the Millennium stadium was just about as difficult as getting up, what with thousands of wizards being there. Hermione was sure she could hear the sound of some Wizards Apparating out- but that could have just been the noisemakers. The stadium was so loud she couldn't hear herself think very well. She had heard the Minister mention at one point there were one hundred thousand Wizards there- ten times the size of Britain's magical population. Magical travel did have some advantages, she supposed. It had been interesting to meet some of the elite of Wizard society- someday she would have to change their minds. Maybe Percy would be Minister by then, so that he could help her.

Hermione tried several times to catch Fred's attention as they left the Minister's box to no avail. By the time she got onto the stairs the twins were nowhere to be found. Ron and Harry joined into conversation with Charlie about the results, leaving Hermione to ponder what was up with Fred. She respected that Fred wanted time to catch up with his family, but thought she would have gotten more than a brief hello after everything that happened last year.

As she jostled down one of the last flights of stairs Hermione stubbed her toe on something. Tripping, her nose hit the wooden rail before much anything could be done. A firm hand quickly grabbed her, "Watch it!"

Hermione looked up into the slightly scared face of Charlie Weasley as he touched her nose. She cringed.

"Broken," he affirmed. "Give me a minute. This will sting. Episkey."

She yelped as her nose righted itself, "Thanks."

"No problem," Charlie smiled. "You get a lot of bumps and bruises working with Dragons. I've picked up a thing or two."

"Alright, then?" asked Ron.

Hermione nodded, "I think so."

Harry sighed, "Good."

"It may be sore for a day or two. Fair warning, I know the spells but they aren't up to healer level."

As they made the rest of the way down the stairs, Hermione wondered if being in a war gave you any bumps and bruises like working with Dragons. Fred and George were on the right track with preservation vials, but Potions could only do so much. If war was coming like Dumbledore believed, then it would be best to be prepared. Plus, with all the accidents Harry was prone to it couldn't hurt.

"Charlie?"

"Yes, Miss. Granger?" Charlie flashed a brilliant smile her way. Not for the first time, Hermione felt herself momentarily jealous of the Weasley's great dental genes. "What can I do for you?"

"Do you know of any great healing books?"

In front of them Harry and Ron snickered.

…o0o…

Leaving the stadium, it was clear that the entertainment for the night had just started.

Ireland supporters were flying everywhere, some of them even shooting sparks at each other. The mascots were also flying around haphazardly; Hermione suspected the Leprechauns weren't carrying mugs around just for decoration.

On the other hand, the Bulgarian fans were walking about sulkily. Some were taking the loss more graceful than others, though, as she saw a large Bulgarian man push over an Irish supporter.

Charlie waved at a few people.

"Do you know them?" Hermione asked.

Charlie shrugged, "They interned at the camp two summers ago."

"You can do that?"

"Sure," Charlie nodded, "Most jobs require some extra knowledge. So if you have interest they will let you come intern the summer after you get your O.W.L.s. Let's you know if you like the job, and they don't waste resources training you if you don't."

Hermione hummed thoughtfully. An internship sounded interesting, but she wasn't sure where she would want to study. Certainly not at Gringotts. Come to think of it, she wasn't really sure she knew what she wanted to do. Changing Wizarding society was all good, but did she have to work at the Ministry to do that?

Weaving through the campgrounds back towards the tent, Hermione found herself rubbing her nose. For some reason she didn't remember Madame Pomfrey's spells tingling so much afterwards.

In her moment of inattention she bumped into something solid.

"I'm sorr-"

Hermione was surprised at Luna's intense look of concentration as she grabbed her wrist. Luna was wearing a spiked hat that alternated between lime green and crimson red. Perhaps they had more in common than Hermione had initially thought- she had refused to pick a team also.

"Luna?" Hermione asked.

"Shh!" Luna demanded.

Hermione looked helplessly to where Charlie was holding back his laughter. Ron wasn't even making the effort. "Are you reading my palm?"

Luna scowled, her bulbous eyes looking over Hermione's shoulder. "I guess there is no choice," she commented heavily. Luna removed a bottle cap necklace from around her neck and held it out. "Take it."

"Luna?"

"Just take it!" Luna demanded.

Hermione took the odd necklace, palming its weight suspiciously. "Thanks."

Luna nodded, "Now don't ever take it off!"

"Wh-"

Before Hermione could say anything more Luna was gone through the maze of tents.

"Weirdo," said Ron.

Hermione cautiously pulled the necklace over her head, not wanting to break it.

"You're not actually going to wear that?" complained Ron.

"Ron," Charlie commented.

Ron scowled. They all walked the last few tents to their spot. The rest of the Weasleys were around the campfire celebrating. Bill was mimicking the wronski feint while the twins threw conjured bludgers at him.

"There you are!" Mr. Weasley said jovially, "We were just going have a small cup before bed."

Hermione happily set down next to Harry, who was next to Ron. She hummed in happiness as the hot coca slid down her throat. She was even happier when Fred came to sit on her other side.

Fred frowned slightly, "What happened to your nose?"

Hermione rubbed at it, "I tripped and broke it. Charlie healed it."

"Ouch," said George.

While everyone drank, talk once again focused on Quidditch. Hermione noticed Fred was staring at the fire more than talking. He seemed sad somehow. She would have to ask him about it in the morning.

…o0o…

Shouting woke Hermione up from her sleep before long.

"Quick!" Mr. Weasley tore open their room flap. "Get dressed!"

Before Hermione could ask what was going on, the man departed again.

Based on Ginny's panic as she jumped off the bunk, Hermione had to guess it was serious. While Mr. Weasley had always seemed jovial, he didn't seem like the type to joke about something serious. Hermione got out of bed. For lack of anything else, she threw her Hogwarts cloak on over her pajamas. Quickly grabbing her tennis shoes, she slipped them on without even taking the time to lace them up.

Running into the kitchen area she could hear Harry ask, "What is it?"

"No time. We've got to go!" Mr. Weasley demanded.

As the entirety of the Wesley clan departed the tent in a mad gaggle, Hermione was astounded at the change in atmosphere. The Leprechauns had disappeared, gone was the joy, and the laughter had been replaced by screams. If she didn't know better she would say that there were Dementors afoot. As a mother ran past them frantically holding her infant, Hermione's curiosity at what was causing the commotion rose. A group of Wizards had made the Millennium Stadium in a month! Surely this many Wizards could do something instead of running around like dying chickens. The only other time she had ever seen Magicals do nothing was when faced with Goblins.

Behind them a tent caught on fire.

Ginny gasped. Hermione made the mistake of turning around. The majority of the screams were coming from the Muggle campground caretaker's family. His daughter was contorting ominously. Hermione had only read about the Crutacius; she felt like she was going to be sick.

"Keep moving!" Mr. Weasley instructed. "We're going to help the ministry."

In seconds Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, and Percy had disappeared into the night. Hermione began fingering her wand, glad that it was inside her cloak pocket. This evening was quickly going downhill.

George grabbed Ginny's wrist, "Let's go," and continued deeper into the forest.

Ron and Harry followed. Hermione looked to her side, hoping that Fred would be able to keep them safe. Unfortunately, Fred was nowhere to be found.

Scanning the crowd, she barely caught a glimpse of ginger hair ducking around the tent. Hermione stood indecisively for a moment. Sure, Fred could take care of himself. But what if he got into trouble? Should she tell the others? Best not, knowing Harry's luck more chaos would happen if he got involved. Hermione decided to go after Fred by herself.

Briskly chasing after Fred she ducked in and out of the tents. It soon became apparent that due to her indecision she had lost him, but he would be headed for the center of the chaos.

Spotting a blonde girl in the wreckage, Hermione said, "Excuse me?"

"Désolée, pas maintenant," the girl continued to tug on her robe, which was stuck to a tent poll.

Hermione bent down to untangle the cloth, "Avez-vous vu un garçon avec les cheveux roux?" Fortunately she was able to get the girl free.

"Merci," the girl smiled. Hermione wondered if she wasn't part Veela, the way she seemed to shine in the moonlight. "Un garçon juste allé là-bas," the girl gestured to her right.

Steeling her courage, Hermione headed in what she hoped was Fred's direction.

"Attendez! C'est dangereux!"

Moving forward became harder the closer she got to the center of the troublemakers. The tents were absolutely destroyed. While she knew that magic was powerful, this was the first time that she had ever seen it cause such widespread destruction. Hundreds of tents were now nothing but shreds. Remembering her conversation with Ginny earlier about the charms collapsing, she hoped everyone made it out on time.

Through the murky darkness she could see spells lighting up the night. It appeared as though the ministry was engaging the terrorists- finally. Brilliant spells collided with ominous cracks, spiraling off to the side and setting everything aflame. Hermione was dimly noted this was why duels weren't allowed at Hogwarts. The school was made of stone, but some of these spells were so destructive it wouldn't have held up.

Shouts pierced the night from behind her. Slowly approaching, she watched as two cloaked figures exchanged furious spells. The shorter man seemed to be at a disadvantage, as he was constantly dodging.

A spell flew by the taller man's face, illuminating a silver mask. Death Eater. Hermione gasped at the sight of one of Voldemort's followers.

He sent off a series of destructive spells at his opponent, causing dirt to fly everywhere. When he turned towards her, Hermione had to wonder just exactly what she was doing here. "Hello Mudblood," the Death Eater spat venomously, "Adava Kadava!"

Hermione stared at the sickly green spell in shock. It had no counter. No shield would work. She-

The spell past wide over her head. It's caster had fallen to the ground, screaming in agony. Above head a bright green light hovered, casting sharp relief on the ominous fog that was eating the man alive. Somehow the man Apparated away, leaving behind a good portion of his leg which the spell continued to devour.

Allowing her heart to calm, Hermione was briefly aware that she recognized that spell. "Fred?" she asked hesitantly.

The second clocked figure stormed towards her. When he tore off his hood, Hermione felt like crying. Fred looked furious, "What were you thinking?"

"Me? You were the one that chased after him!"

Fred scowled, "Not my smartest moment."

Hermione smiled weakly. When Fred wrapped her in his arms, she could feel him trembling. Or maybe her trembles were causing him to shake.

"You could have been killed," Fred whispered.

"Yes." Hermione exhaled, "You almost killed that man."

"Trust me," Fred snorted, "He would have deserved it!"

"Fred!"

"He cast a killing curse!" Fred sighed, "I'm glad you came when you did, though. I thought I could beat him, but-"

Hermione wrapped her arms around the trembling form of her friend, "I think we both need to be more careful."

"Yeah," Fred exhaled. He tired his head to look up into the sky at the green light. His body went rigid, "Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"Where are the others?" Fred demanded.

"I-"

Fred cursed, "Let's go."

As Hermione turned to follow him, she had her first glimpse of the Dark Mark. The ominous green skull and snake was lighting up the sky for miles. Death Eaters had cast it during the last war to indicate when somebody was killed. Its image hung malevolently over the destroyed Quidditch campsite, inky green light crawling over the destruction. Somehow, knowing that a war was coming didn't seem so real before that night as they frantically searched for the rest of the Weasleys and Harry.

…o0o…

It was a jittery Hermione that tried to settle back into bed one hour later. How Harry had managed to lose his wand was an absolute mystery; it almost distracted her from the ministry official blaming a House Elf for casting the Dark Mark. Almost. The Ministry might consider it cased closed, but even Fred agreed that there was no way Winky was responsible. Her core was bound by the curse - not to mention incapable of casting wanded magic.

Raised voices from behind the bedroom flap distracted Hermione from her thoughts. Having nothing better to do, she decided to see what the commotion was about. Ginny must have been awake too, because she quickly followed. Together they peered into the living room. The eldest Weasleys were drinking tea around the table.

"-Sitting there like Death Eaters didn't just attack!" Fred shouted furiously.

Mr. Weasley gestured broadly, "You think I don't understand how serious this is? As soon as the Portkey-"

"Bugger the Portkey!"

"Fred," Bill asked, "How else would you expect to get everyone home?"

"You could side-along Apparate us."

Percy sighed, "It takes too much out of our core to side-along even once."

Fred seemed to deflate at his older brother's comment.

"Don't you think I thought of that?" Mr. Weasley chastised, "We would have to leave two of you behind."

George spoke up from his cup, "Fred and I could take the Night Bus."

"Yeah," Fred agreed.

"The Ministry shut it down," Percy answered.

"What?" Charlie asked.

"They didn't want the culprits getting away," Mr. Weasley grumbled, "Bunch of nonsense. We all saw them Apparate out."

"Protocol is protocol," commented Percy.

"Fuck-"

"Protocol," said the twins.

"Boys!" Mr. Weasley protested over his other son's chuckles. Even Percy was smirking.

Hermione had wondered why they were staying at the destroyed campground. The ministry shutting down transportation was a bit ridiculous. She stepped out from behind the curtain. "We could take the bus?" she supplied hesitantly.

"The Knight Bus is closed," Charlie said slowly, as if she hadn't herd the first time.

"Hermione's right," Harry and Ron also stumbled out from their room, "We could take the Muggle bus. I saw one as we came up."

"Sound's interesting," Mr. Weasley rubbed his beard.

Percy said, "We don't have any Muggle money."

"I have plenty," Hermione offered.

The older Weasley's shook their heads. Bill spoke up, "We couldn't-"

"We can." Fred asserted, "We will just pay her back when we get home."

George nodded, "Surely it doesn't cost much?"

Hermione was glad for the twins support. Frankly, she would be glad to leave, even if it did mean riding in a bus all night. "No more than a few knuts."

Mr. Weasley sighed, "Its probably for the best that we stay here."

"I could pay for myself," Harry commented.

Percy nodded, "Me as well."

Charlie shrugged, "We're all awake anyways."

"Sounds like an adventure!" Bill commented alright.

Mr. Weasley smiled slightly as he stood up, "Alright, everyone go get packed. We're going home!"

They quickly hurried to their rooms to pack. Not a minute after the girls had started putting away their belongings the twins came in.

"Ready?" asked the one on the right.

Ginny huffed, "Give us a minute."

The second twin pulled out his wand, "Pack." All of their belongings zoomed into their bags.

Marveling at the magic, Hermione nodded to Fred. "Thanks."

"No problem," he shrugged, "I'm just ready to get out of here."

Grabbing their bags, they went into the main area. It appeared that Charlie had helped Ron and Harry. Everyone was ready in a matter of minutes. Disregarding his wish to 'do things the Muggle way,' Mr. Weasley quickly magicked the tent away. Under wand light they made their way to the entrance.

The party was particularly somber.

Harry and Ron walked beside Hermione, with the twins and Percy taking up the rear.

"What's a Death Eater?" Harry's question cut the silence.

Hermione shivered, recalling the man in the silver mask as he cast the killing curse.

"Followers of You-Know-Who," Ron answered.

Harry's eyes went wide, "I wonder if it has anything to do with-"

"With what?" Hermione asked.

"Later," Harry assured.

Hermione was frustrated. Something was going on with Harry. Fred had tried to kill someone tonight. She was pretty sure a war was starting. What she needed to do was to study – a lot. But really all she wanted was to go to bed. For now, leaving the campsite was a good idea. After all, it was a wonder the Death Eaters hadn't tried to come after Harry- yet.

The weary group made their way to the bus station. Having had little sleep, they were a bit blurry eyed. Hermione could tell that Mr. Weasley was on high alert, though. Transporting the Boy-Who-Lived through an attack zone was probably high on the list of most dangerous things to do in Wizarding Britain.

Mr. Weasley looked back at Hermione, "So where are we going to take this bus to?"

Hermione nibbled her lip, "Well depending on how far it is we can either take it to your house or have it drive us to London."

"Muggles can get to London from here?" Ron asked quizzically.

"Recon so," Charlie commented, "How else would all the Muggleborns make it to Kings Cross?"

Bill frowned, "Don't guess I ever thought about it before."

"Where are we anyways, Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked.

"Oh well the Ministry picked the location, can't say I know."

Percy dryly said, "Mr. Bagman picked an ideal site. Said it was called Dartmoor."

Hermione stopped walking. "We're in Dartmoor?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes," Percy affirmed. "Is there a problem?"

Hermione looked around at the clueless faces of the Weasleys. Why Hogwarts didn't institute geography classes was beyond her. Sure, they lived in magical districts, but one would think they would pay attention to what was around them! More Wizarding idiocy, apparently. "You live in Ottery St. Catchpole, right?"

"Right," nodded Ron.

"Then you're right next to Dartmoor." Hermione explained patiently.

"We live-"

"Nearby?"

Ginny frowned, "What's that got to do with anything?"

"We don't need a bus!" Hermione said, "We could just walk."

Mr. Weasley said, "I don't know about it, wouldn't it be far?"

"Let me check," Charlie said. He flicked his wand towards a branch, "Point Verum!" The branch shuddered as it levitated a few inches off of the ground. Finally - just when it looked to Hermione like the spell failed - the branch rapidly turned to their left, blinked brightly once, and fell to the ground. Charlie chuckled.

"What's that mean, son?"

"It means home is but a few kilometers that way," Charlie gestured to the left.

"Oh," Mr. Weasley smiled, "Looks like we don't need a bus after all!"

"This could be fun," Bill quipped as the group changed direction, "Remember our last Weasley hike?"

The twins giggled ominously. "I recall-"

"Ronnie screaming-"

"Like a girl!" They concluded.

A scowling Ron grumbled, "That spider could have been poisonous!"

The rest of the Weasley siblings laughed. Despite their inexcusable lack of geographic knowledge, Hermione supposed there could be worse people to hike through Dartmoor with. As they continued along the grassy highlands, the waning moon illuminated their path through the sparse trees. The Weasley boys continued to recount stories of their childhood; from Ron's first words ('Mum, more'), to Charlie's girlfriend who convinced him to dye his hair pink. Overall, it was an enjoyable experience.

George smirked mischievously, "Remember that time-"

"Gin-Gin wrote-"

"Don't you dare!" The petite redhead screeched.

"Oh, yeah." Bill mused, "I recall she wrote something on the kitchen table. What was it again?"

"I'll curse you all!"

Hermione noticed Fred halt in his tracks. While he had been participating in the conversation, Hermione could tell that tonight's events had impacted him. Still, the banter was a good distraction.

Charlie chuckled, "I believe it was 'Ginny loves-'."

"Quite!" Mr. Weasley demanded.

"It's just a bit of fun, Dad," Charlie said.

"It's not that," Mr. Weasley stated harshly, "Something is out there." He used his lit wand to sweep the area.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

Fred pushed Hermione roughly next to Ginny, standing in front of them both. "Something dangerous." The death grip he had on his wand was enough to convince Hermione that the situation was serious. From the darkness came an ominous growl. She held her own wand tighter.

"Protect the children!" Mr. Weasley ordered.

The older Weasley's moved to surround the trio and Ginny.

"There's a cliff over there!" Charlie pointed his wand light in the direction.

Moving as one mass, the ominous silence was broken by a series of clicks. Hermione wasn't sure what could have Fred in such a state, but she knew he had the advantage of his Magic Sense. If he said that something was dangerous, chances were that it was. Just how dangerous was the question. Sure, the Hippogryph in Care had been dangerous, but it was easy to subdue- just like the teacher.

Panting, they positioned themselves with the rock at their backs. "Let's see what's out there, yeah?" Bill asked. "Lumos Maxims!"

The area around them was illuminated with a brilliant light. Not only did it make it easier to see the other Weasleys, it also revealed a large feline form. Worse, the cat was bounding straight towards them.

"Protego Maxima! Fianto Duri!" Charlie screamed in rapid succession.

The animal rammed into the shield and rolled back a few feet. Taller than Hermione, the cat's gleaming white teeth shone malevolently. Its jaw opened, and much to Hermione's surprise it began to speak. The deep guttural voice purred, "I know you're in there! Give me the boy and I won't hurt the rest- much."

"Please tell me that isn't a Manticore," Percy gulped.

A scorpion tail as big as her head began to lash at the shield. Hermione screeched.

Bill scowled, "Don't think there is much chance in that, Percy. What the bloody hell is it doing here?"

"Some Purebloods keep them around to kill their enemies," Mr. Weasley informed shakily.

It must have been getting entertainment from the situation, because the Manticore began to aggressively slash at the shield charm. Its growl was interspersed with hysterical chuckling.

"I can't hold this much longer," Charlie said warily, "Take everyone else home, I'll follow."

"No." Mr. Weasley said.

Ginny whimpered.

Bill stated, "I can cast a shield."

Hermione watched Fred's hand twitch.

"And wait until we are all too drained to move?" Charlie protested.

Hermione gasped. Charlie wouldn't follow them because his core would be too drained. They didn't have enough people to take everyone anyways. Someone was going to die. If only they had a shield that wouldn't drain a core, it-

Tossing her bag to the ground, Hermione frantically searched through the contents.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked. "Pick your wand back up!"

"Shh!" Hermione instructed. Her hand finally warped around the small object. "Yes!"

"She's finally lost it," Ron lamented.

Hermione ran up to the cliff and began inscribing the three-line rune. Like Fred had once told her, she needed to believe in her magic for it to be strong. She poured every ounce of belief and intent into Eihwaz. This rune would protect them and make sure no one died tonight.

The rune flashed brightly, but Hermione didn't stop there. Following the basic set she had made with Fred for Arma, she began to expand the protection. Runes for protection, strength, and life flowed out of her carving knife.

"You can drop the spell, son." Mr. Weasley said from behind her.

"Wait!" Hermione said, but it was too late. Charlie slumped to the ground exhausted. The Manticore let out a victorious roar as it charged. The remaining Weasleys stood ready.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry screamed.

Harry's spell did little to stop the bounding cat.

When the Manticore landed on thin air, Hermione let out a sigh of relief.

The vicious cat stood on its hind legs, towering above everyone in their protective bubble, and viciously clawed at her shield. Gone were the happy chuckles; Hermione got the feeling it was out for blood.

"What happened?" Ron asked.

Mr. Weasley's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "It seems we have a Runecaster in our midst." His comments were nice, if completely unfounded. She just needed to do something.

Bill whistled, "Impressive. Keep at it and you might get a job at Gringotts one day."

Hermione smiled politely. She would work for Goblins when hell froze over.

Fred winked at her.

"What now?" Ginny asked warily.

"We should alert the Aurors, let them handle this," Percy stated assuredly.

"Probably for the best," Mr. Weasley said, "Can you go get them?"

Percy nodded.

Several things happened at once: Percy disappeared with a defining crack, the Manticore attacked the ward with his stinger, and the ward flickered. The Manticore was quick to take advantage of the fact, lunging into their protective space. "I'll have dinner for months!" it growled happily, mashing his teeth ominously together.

"Stupefy!" Mr. Weasley attempted to subdue the monster, only for it to laugh.

Hermione tried the knock back spell to similar results. If only they could get it back behind the barrier.

The Manticore lunged for Charlie's prone form, eliciting shrieks from the family members. Fred shouted, "Protego!" as he bound towards the towering beast.

"Well, well," the Manticore licked its canines, "Looks like we have a volunteer!" It raised the deadly stinger and proceeded to jab at Fred.

"We've got to do something!" George lamented.

"It's spell resistant," Hermione said, "Maybe a transfiguration?"

Before she could try; however, George ran towards his twin.

Tripping on a rock, Fred fell to the ground. Hermione remembered the trick the Death Eater had used, and began casting rocks at the beast. The others soon followed, causing it to roar in frustration as it backed off.

As the giant cat reared back, George shouted "Fred!"

Fred reached up and grabbed something out of the air, just as the Manticore sent his stinger at the prone wizard.

Hermione looked for something else to throw. Just then, the Manticore made a retching sound similar to Crook's when he had a hairball. It stumbled sideways before collapsing to the ground, wheezing as it took its final breath.

"What happened?" Bill asked.

As they all watched, the skin on the outside of the Manticore began to melt, releasing a foul odor.

"Yuck!" Ron said.

Fred turned to George, giving his first genuine smile of the night, "Wart remover?"

George smirked, "Yeap."

"Awesome!" The twins high fived.

"That was a potion?" Harry asked shakily.

Hermione hadn't seen a potion, but she had been a little distracted by her best friend's mortal peril.

"Best used for mischief-"

"And mayhem!" the twins responded.

"I'm just glad everyone is okay," Mr. Weasley commented warily, "But you to best not be brewing that at home!"

"No worries!" George shrugged, "Why do you think I kept going to Cedric's?"

Mr. Weasley sighed good-naturedly.

A loud cracks signaled the arrival of Percy and a large black man dressed in red robes, wand at the ready. His shoulders relaxed slightly when he saw the deteriorating Manticore. "Arthur," he nodded to Mr. Weasley.

"Kingsley."

"What happened here?"

"We were on our way home and it came out of nowhere. The way it was acting it had tagged-"

Another loud crack signaled the arrival of a read-haired Auror. When she saw the Manticore, her hair promptly turned pink.

"Posies," Charlie chuckled.

"What's up with him?" the female Auror asked.

Bill said, "Most likely it's just magical exhaustion."

"Righty-o," she said, "Recon you got things covered here?"

"Yes," Kingsley nodded.

She bent down and scoped up Charlie's arm. Nodding to Mr. Weasley she said, "I'll call you once he is settled at Mongos."

"Thanks, Tonks."

Tonks Apparated away with Charlie in tow.

"Let's get you all home," Kingsley said. Bending down to scoop up a rock, he taped it, "Portus."

"Sounds good." Mr. Wesley commented, "It's been an eventful night."

"Tell me about it. The minister was adamant there weren't Death Eaters at the Cup- right up until Malfoy was admitted to St. Mongos with significant Dark Arts damage." He huffed, "He was lucky enough to splinch his leg off. Of course, no one can trace the spell now."

Hermione gasped. There was only one person she knew of that had splinched his leg off that night. Fred had his jaw clenched tightly. As much as he hated Malfoy, Hermione had to wonder if he was feeling less guilt and more satisfaction. Plus, Malfoy had tried to kill her; she wasn't sure what to feel.

The rock flashed blue, and the Auror held it out. "Grab on, then."

"What?" Harry asked.

Bill reached out, "It's a temporary Portkey."

"Only Auror's can make them," Percy said.

The group all gathered around the small rock and prepared for a nauseating journey. Less than a minute later Hermione was tumbling to the ground outside of the Burrow. In the pre-dawn light Mrs. Weasley ran out of the house.

"Arthur!" She swooped everyone into her arms. "I was so worried. Where's Charlie?"

"A little magical exhaustion," Kingsley said, "Best stay behind the wards for now, Arthur." The large man Apparated away with a nod.

"Exhaustion?" Mrs. Weasley shrieked, "What happened? I heard about the attack on the radio. Is he in St. Mongos? We need to go Arthur!"

Hermione was struck with how different Mrs. Weasley reacted to Charlie's magical exhaustion as opposed to Fred's. She didn't think the woman had come to visit once when Fred had been sick the whole past year, but she was insistent to get to Charlie's bedside.

As the exhausted group headed towards the burrow, Harry tugged on her sleeve. "I've got to tell you something."

Despite wanting to go with Fred, Hermione stayed.

"What's up, mate?" Ron asked.

"Well," Harry looked around nervously.

Hermione remembered the Ministry couldn't detect spells at the Burrow, and quickly cast a silencing ward.

"Hermione!" Harry looked at her in acute disbelief.

"Honestly," she chastised, "It's perfectly legal to cast over the summer- as long as it is a Wizard residence."

"What?" Harry asked.

"She's right," Ron shrugged. "So you were saying?"

Harry frowned, "I think that Voldemort had something to do with last night!"

Ron shivered, "Don't say the name!"

"What makes you say that?"

"My scar was burning." Harry exclaimed, "And earlier this summer it burned after a dream when I woke up!"

Ron gulped, "You don't think he was at Privet Drive, do you?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Hermione chastised, "If he had been at the Cup, we certainly would have known. He couldn't get past the wards at Privet Drive without Dumbledore knowing." Her extensive research had made that very clear; ward casters always knew when there was an interruption. If there were wards at Privet Drive - which there must be - then Dumbledore would have been the obvious choice to have set them up.

"But it must mean something!" Harry asserted, "It's always burned before because of him."

"Maybe the things busted. It is old," Ron suggested.

"I guess." Harry yawned, "I think I'm going to go to bed."

"I hear you there, mate."

Hermione started to follow them inside, but noticed a head of ginger hair walking away from the house. Because there were only two Weasleys built that way, she warily forced her feet to follow him. Taking a guess, she called, "Fred!"

The figure halted briefly before continuing his brisk pace.

"Fred Weasley!" Hermione demanded as she tried to catch up. "You stop this instant, or I won't speak to you for the rest of the week."

The figure turned. Fred's black cloak fluttered in the wind, highlighting his defeated posture. "No fair," he smiled warily.

"What's wrong?"

"Wrong?" Fred laughed bitterly, "What's wrong? I cast Dark Magic at Lucius Malfoy!" Despite his attitude, he still spat the name.

Not knowing what to say, Hermione offered the world's best cure- a hug. Fred was board straight, wound up like a spring. She wondered briefly how to get him to calm down. That was before she felt the sharp object poking into her ribs. Taking a step back, she examined the battered box curiously. It looked remarkably similar to his trunk. Realization dawned, "You're running away!"

Fred shrugged.

Hermione was aghast that he would consider running away from his family. From her. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking Malfoy will have me prosecuted for Dark Magic!" Fred spat, "Do you think I want to do this? It's only a matter of time before he puts two and two together. The legal bills alone will ruin my family. Not to mention he already sent a Manticore after me! What if he sends something worse?"

"He tried to kill me! Surely that would count for something."

Fred chuckled darkly, "No offense, Hermione- but you're a Muggleborn. The ministry could care less."

Hermione cringed at the harsh truth, "Surely running away won't change anything?"

"Look, I can't stay here," Fred said solemnly.

"What will George do without you?" What would she do without him?

Fred smiled morosely, "Probably blow Hogwarts up."

"And won't your family worry?" She would spend every waking moment wondering if he was okay.

"Yes," Fred sighed.

"What about learning Spellcrafting?" He turned from her and walked a few feet towards the Burrow's small pond. "Fred!" Hermione followed after him. Her earlier wariness was forgotten at the extremeness of the situation. "Talk to me!"

Fred slouched against the old willow and plopped ungracefully towards the ground.

"Talk to me!" Hermione promoted.

Fred smiled slightly, "My hearing works fine."

"You can't honestly be considering this!" Hermione explained with no amount of exasperation, "Where would you get your food? Your shelter? Not to mention you couldn't stay in the Wizarding World- someone would be bound to find you! You think you could live as a Muggle? If Malfoy isn't suspicious now, he will be when you disappear!"

"Hermione-"

"And another thing, how are you going to make money? You do know that most runaways have to-"

"Hermione!" Fred snapped.

She stopped her frantic explanation, "What?"

"Why don't you sit down?"

"Sit down?"

"Yeah, It's quite comfortable."

She scowled, "Not until you promise you aren't leaving!"

Fred chuckled, "You already convinced me."

"I did?" Hermione asked surprised, "What made you see reason?"

"About the time you came running after me."

"What?" She exclaimed, "And you still let me say all that?"

Fred shrugged, "I guess I needed to hear it."

Hermione crossed her arms, "I still haven't heard a promise."

"I promise not to run away," Fred said halfheartedly. A white flash illuminated the area.

"Did you just make an oath?"

Fred's mouth fell open in shock, "I didn't mean to."

"Right," Hermione set down, "No more promises."

"Right." Fred groaned into his hand, "Why is it always me?"

Hermione nudged her friend in the side, "You're just special."

He huffed, "Magic that won't listen, abilities I never asked for, and an affinity for Dark Arts. Special- sure."

"You have an affinity for Dark Arts?"

Fred shrugged slightly, "Gran says so."

"So that's bad?" Hermione asked, "An affinity doesn't make you use the spell."

Leaning back against the tree, Fred explained, "Dark Arts are basically defensive spells that do greater harm than good. According to Gran, all Wizards are born with an affinity for certain types of magic. She thinks that because the Dark Arts come so easy to me means that it's what I should be doing. And they could be useful."

"But you are also really good at charms, too."

Fred sighed, "Yeah."

"Maybe because your core is larger it has more affinities?" Hermione pondered.

"Perhaps."

They set there in silence for a few minutes, the long branches of the willow swaying in the gentle breeze. Hermione yawned, surprised at how comfortable the grass was in this spot. As she leaned against Fred's arm, he lifted it up and wrapped it around her shoulders. If she weren't so exhausted from the last day, she surely would have blushed.

Above her Fred whispered, "It was just so easy."

"What was?" Hermione murmured.

"Nothing."

Knowing that Fred wasn't going anywhere, Hermione allowed herself to close her eyes. She could always ask him later. For now, she was very comfy.

…o0o…

The next few days at the Burrow were quite nice. Hermione studied upper-level Runes extensively while the boys played pick-up Quidditch games overhead. There was an added bonus that she was able to watch Fred play; maybe there were some redeeming qualities of Quidditch after all.

Charlie had come home and was well rested after a long nap. Due to his exhaustion, he wasn't able to travel back to the Reserve for another week. The siblings were thrilled to have him around, and the overall atmosphere was very homey. Hermione spent no small amount of time daydreaming if her future home would resemble the Burrow in any way.

Unfortunately, a deluge of rain came on Friday, forcing the inhabitants of the Burrow to move all activities inside. Hermione found herself constantly surrounded by different Weasley men. As a result, Ginny was constantly sending thoughtful glances towards her every time they were in a room together. In order to avoid this, Hermione tried to avoid the mischievous red head. Trying was much harder than succeeding in this case, though.

On Sunday Hermione thought she had found some solitude in Ron's bedroom. The boys were discussing Quidditch, but not at a volume that she couldn't tune out. She was getting into a particularly interesting section on Wards inside Set in Stone when there was a knock.

"Come in!" Ron said.

Hermione held back a groan as Ginny bounded into the room. She tossed her pigtails back mischievously, "Anyone up for exploding snap?"

Harry shrugged, "Sounds good."

Trying to concentrate on her book - especially over the loud laughter - proved difficult, but Hermione was determined not to let Ginny force her out of the room today.

Across the room the cards went up in smoke. Ron groaned.

"Good one, Harry," Ginny said. When she turned to pick up a card off the floor, Hermione was very alarmed at the wink shot her way. "So boys, do you have a crush on anyone?"

"What?" Harry sputtered.

"Oi, Gin!" Ron protested, "There's something's we don't want to talk to little sisters about."

"Really? I thought you might have found someone. I mean, you are about the age people start dating."

Harry frowned, "I've got other things to worry about."

"Yeah. Why don't you talk to 'Moine about that stuff? Leave us out of it," Ron said.

"Aww. But she won't tell me who she likes," Ginny lamented.

"What?" Ron turned towards Hermione, "You don't like a boy right? That stuff is for girls. Tell Gin she's mental!"

Through her red cheeks, Hermione slammed her book shut, "For your information Ronald I happen to be a girl!" Deciding not to stick around she stormed out of the room. Hermione hoped the boys hadn't noticed her red cheeks; she wouldn't have such luck with Ginny. Honestly, you would think she had nothing better to do than gossip!

Heading down the stairs, she was intrigued by a rustling noise behind the twin's door. Instinctively she knocked. Then she realized Fred might answer. They hadn't really spoken one-on-one since she fell asleep on his lap. Luckily she had woken up when Miss Weasley had called for lunch, but she had fallen asleep! Withdrawing her hand, she tried to ignore the heat on her cheeks. Should she retreat? No, she couldn't look like she had something to hide. No one had come yet, maybe they were behind a silencing ward.

Hermione let out a silent breath. Perhaps the living room would be empty, she could-

The door cracked open an inch, "Yeah, Hermione?"

"Uh," Hermione stared blankly at the wide body and tuft of ginger hair blocking the door. While not near as gangly as Ron, Fred sure had more stature. Another point for Quidditch.

Fred chuckled, "You want to come in?"

Sure her face somehow matched Fred's hair, she nodded.

"Careful of the boxes," Fred said as he opened the door.

Hesitantly stepping inside, she paused at the stoop. When Fred said boxes she might have expected a couple; there were at least twenty! "What is all this?"

"Potions!" George said from behind one towering stack.

Hermione peered around the boxes to find the second twin preciously stooped over a tattered bed. At the end of the bed was a small cauldron bubbling away happily, it fumes venting out of the open window. "That isn't wart remover, is it?" she asked hesitantly.

Fred chuckled from behind her, his breath caressing her neck.

"Nah," George smirked. "Don't have any unbreakable vials left anyway."

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed, "I've been working on it. I think I could cast the runes now."

"I bet."

"That ward-"

"The other day-"

"Was awesome."

Sure her cheeks would turn permanently red, Hermione ducked. "It broke."

"You think I get Potions right on the first try?" George chuckled.

"Yeah," Fred said, "That ward probably saved Charlie's life. Can't do much better than that."

"Right," George nodded. "Why don't you two come set down?"

Hermione cautiously maneuvered over a box to crawl onto the bed. When Fred came to set on her side, she realized the precarious position she had gotten herself into. "Don't you guys have any other furniture?"

"My bed is under those boxes," George gestured to his left.

Fred shrugged, "We've been sleeping tougher."

"Right," Hermione tried to calm the racing of her heart. This was not how she had intended to end up in Fred's bed.

"So," Fred said, "What did you want?"

"Huh?"

"You knocked on the door," George answered.

"Oh," Hermione tried to think of an excuse. In the end she settled with the truth, "I was trying to get away from Ginny."

"Gin?"

"What for?"

"She always wants to gossip!" she exclaimed in exasperation.

The boys chuckled. "You should have seen her-"

"When she was six-"

Fred hunched over dramatically, "'And in other news today-'"

"'Ginny Weasley has married Harry Potter!'" George continued in a high pitch.

"She would go on-"

"For hours."

"Right," Hermione was mildly disturbed that the girl who had a fake crush on her friend was now in the room with said friend. She supposed the Wizarding World was small; the probability of Harry finding a girl who hadn't grown up admiring him was slim. In an effort to change the conversation she asked, "What are all the potions for?"

George smirked, "Pranks!"

"And mischief."

"I've worked all summer on them."

Fred nodded, "Now were just trying to find a way to make them easily absorbable."

"I had been titrating them all into a candy mix, but-"

"Candy?" Hermione asked, "Your putting potions into candy?" Somehow this sounded dangerous.

"Have you ever tasted a potion?" Fred grimaced.

"We've found it covers up the taste."

"So we can put them in our shop."

"Yeah, so- Fred!"

"Relax, I've already told her." Fred smiled, "She thinks it's brilliant."

George glared.

Hermione tried to make herself look small in-between the brother's stare-off. It was difficult because the twin bed left little wiggle room between the two well-developed twins.

"Blink!" Fred declared victoriously.

"You cheated!" George said.

"No take backs!"

"So," Hermione hesitantly asked, "What makes it so hard to put the potions into a candy?"

"Glad you asked," George wrapped his arm around her. He gestured towards the cauldron, "See this? I'm working on a batch right now but it takes hours to make a few candies."

"Which is why I'm developing a spell to speed the process along," Fred said.

"Wow. What-"

"Dinner!" Mrs. Weasley's voice boomed up the stairs, causing the rafters above them to shake.

"Drat," George exclaimed, "Recon you can distract her?"

"You've got ten minutes," Fred responded as he crawled out of the bed.

Hermione moved to follow. As she looked for something to hold onto that wasn't a box full of volatile potions, she was surprised at the tanned hand that showed up in her line of sight. Hesitantly taking the proffered limb, she marveled at how firm Fred's grip was as she climbed over the boxes. When he smiled at her once she was on solid ground again, Hermione wondered if she could erase Mom's enlightening conversation from her mind. Female hormones sucked.

Downstairs, it was the typical Weasley chaos. Food was being passed around in no particular order, and the chatter was so loud that Hermione could barely hear herself think.

Percy set on her other side, "Granger."

Finally, when all the Weasleys were busy eating the commotion calmed- somewhat.

"Where's your brother?" Mrs. Weasley put down the mash to glare at Fred.

"I'm here!" George clamored into the room, "Was just washing my hands."

Percy jumped in, "Did you see Bertha's disappearance finally made the paper?"

"Did it?" Mr. Weasley asked, "Odd business that. I wish I could help with the search, but since the World Cup muggle baiting has tripled! It's as if every Wizard decided that-"

"Arthur!" A gravelly voice called from the living room, "Bloody dustbins! Arthur!"

Hermione jumped at the unexpected noise. When Percy placed his hand on her shoulder as a show of support, she was disheartened to notice Ginny's smirk.

Mr. Weasley hurriedly went into the living room, "What is it Alastor?"

"Mad-eye?" Ron whispered.

"I've been attacked!" Alastor responded.

"Did you call the Aurors?"

"You can't trust that lot! Never know where a spy is lurking, do ya?"

"I'll be back Molly!" Mr. Weasley sighed. The was the sound of roaring flames, and he was gone.

Charlie hummed, "Odd indeed."

"Oh dear," Mrs. Weasley chastised, "You need to eat more!"

…o0o…

It was absolute chaos trying to get to the train station the next morning. She was thankful no one caught her blushing when Fred started asking about his underwear. The naughty, newly discovered part of her brain was wondering curiously if he really needed them and-

"The car's here!" Mrs. Weasley shouted from downstairs.

Fantasy interrupted, Hermione went downstairs to see what a Wizard car would look like. It looked remarkably normal. If one was to disregard the for Aurors and the invisible barrier repelling the continuous rain. "Where are the others?" she asked.

"Others?" Mr. Weasley said.

"You can't expect us to all fit in that!" Hermione gestured towards the four-door sedan. Surely it wouldn't hold more than five people. Unless people were setting on each other's laps; surely Fred-

Mr. Weasley chuckled, "Magic, Miss Granger."

Hermione curiously opened the back door to peer inside and was astonished that the sitting area was as large as the Weasley's living room. It could probably seat twenty people comfortably.

"It's the Minister's car," Tonks winked.

The only reason Hermione could come up with about why they would be driving the Minister's car was Harry's safety. After the fiasco at the World Cup, she was sure the Minister didn't want to lose any more credibility if the Boy-Who-Lived was attacked- again. Honestly, it seemed like Harry was a walking target.

"Everyone in!" Mr. Weasley ordered, "Leave your trunks outside, I'll load them"

As the younger Weasley's piled in, everyone began to chatter excitedly about the upcoming year.

"Hold on then," Tonks instructed, "We should be at the Platform in a couple of minutes."

"Minutes?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Ron nodded, "Yeah, 'suppose it's like the Night Bus."

"Night Bus?" Hermione asked, having never been on it before.

Before she had time to learn; however, the car took off at supersonic speeds. Hermione learched towards the floor. As she tumbled towards the front of the car, a pair of strong arms grabbed her. She was hoisted up by the twins who placed her on the seat in-between them.

"Alright-"

"Hermione?" Fred asked to her right.

She nodded queasily, "Yeah-"

The car quickly decelerated. Thankfully, Fred grabbed her before she could be thrown again.

"Platform 9-3/4!" Tonks declared.

"Wizarding transportation hates me," Hermione grumbled.

Fred chuckled, "It definitely is an acquired taste."

"You get used to it after a few dozen times." George supplied helpfully.

Hermione wondered if she could convince her parents to teach her to drive a normal car.

Thankfully, everyone was able to disembark from the car and get onto the train with several minutes to spare. The ride was quite, except for the steady stream of Gryffindors who came into greet the trio.

One noted absence was Malfoy Jr. She was grateful, mostly because she had no idea how that would have gone. Hermione had woken up frequently to nightmares of the killing curse in the last week, the last thing she wanted was to see the span of the man who tried to kill her. Still, perhaps he wasn't as bad as his father.

While the boys played exploding snap, Hermione was able to use the time to read ahead in her new defense book. The text was quite interesting and could prove useful.

The overhead speaker crackled, "The train will be arriving in Hogsmeade in fifteen minutes. Please change into school garments. Leave all luggage on the train."

Hermione shut her book, "I best go change, then."

"Right," Ron grunted.

"You two best change, too."

"In a minute," Harry assured her right as Ron caused the deck to explode.

"Bugger!"

Shaking her head fondly, Hermione made her way to the girl's loo. Walking the few feet towards the car door, she was surprised when a large hand wrapped around her mouth. When she started to be drug by multiple pairs of hands, she started to rummage through her bag for her wand. Unfortunately, she was hit heavily in her solar plexus.

As Hermione was unceremoniously shoved down the stairs of the train, she fumbled to catch her feet. A pale hand caught her and held her against the wall.

Hermione looked up into steel gray eyes, "Malf-"

The sound of his hand making contact with her face reverberated through her skull. "Don't you dare, filth! I know it was one of your friends that attacked Father, who was it?"

"I-"

"Tell me!" Malfoy shoved her against the wall viciously.

A sharp whistle came from the top of the stairs.

"Looks like our time is up," Malfoy hissed. Hermione sighed in relief. Before she could get too comfortable, though, Malfoy frowned. He whispered malevolently, "You should have died when I tripped you, Mudblood."

"Wha-"

"Good thing I can always try again," he smirked.

The next thing Hermione knew she was flying through the air. Before she could do more than protect her face she was tumbling roughly through the ground. Sticks and bramble clung to her as she rolled down an embankment.

When she came to a stop, Hermione shuddered. Great wracking sobs shook her body. Hogwarts had always been great, sure Malfoy had been a bully- but this? How could she handle this? This was bad. Worse, she couldn't tell Fred because she was fairly sure his first reaction would be to try to kill Malfoy. Not that the prick wouldn't deserve it. But then Malfoy would try to kill him or worse- Fred would be expelled. Hermione cried harder.

Some ten minutes later when the tears wouldn't come anymore and the rain had soaked her down to the bones she decided it was time to get up. Her body ached but she didn't notice anything was broken. She was very lucky the train had already begun to slow. Picking errant sticks out of her hair, she started to limp towards the train station.

Much later she was finally walking beside the massive train.

"Miss Granger!" a voice squeaked. Hermione turned to see Professor Flitwick coming off the train.

She shivered, "Sir."

"What are you still doing down here?"

"I- I fell asleep," she answered meekly.

Professor Flitwick eyed her critically, "I see." He took out his wand and cast several spells in quick succession.

Hermione sighed as her body was saturated with warmth, the rain bouncing off her skin. She giggled as her clothes transformed into a school uniform. For some reason Magic seemed so alien right then.

"We best get going if we're going to make the feast," the tiny Professor gestured towards a waiting carriage, "I've got the last ride up."

"Thanks," Hermione said quietly.

When she finally walked into the Great Hall the sorting was done and everyone was eating. She spotted the boys and walked towards them slowly, thankful that Professor Flitwick's transfiguration covered up her dreadful state. Along the way she passed Fred; pretending not to notice his severe frown. Thankfully they had to set with their classmates at School feasts. Disregarding the last hour, she tried to set down with a jovial smile.

"There you are!" Ron exclaimed.

"Is everything alright?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I just tripped."

"Anyways," Ron said, "Who do you reckon will be the DA teacher this year?"

…o0o…

It was about halfway through dinner that Hermione realized she had a problem. If looks could kill, Malfoy would have sent her to her grave halfway through the feast. Thankfully, Harry was facing the opposite direction. The last thing she needed was for him to get involved. Knowing his hatred of the blonde boy, a duel would be the least of her worries.

Just what did Malfoy mean, saying he tripped her? Could it be that he sent a tripping jinx at her after the World Cup? Was he the reason she broke her nose? That had been before the incident with his Father! This was quickly getting out of hand.

And that brought up another reason why she couldn't tell Fred. If she did, then Malfoy might discover who had attacked his Father. All it would take would Malfoy saying one unflattering thing and then Fred would use Dark Magic on him, get expelled, and be sent to Azkaban by the Malfoy's. She would just have to stick close to the boys. It wouldn't hurt to actually attempt some of the spells in the defense book, either.

By the time Dumbledore stood to make yearly announcements, Hermione was glad for any excuse to ignore Malfoy's glare. She had been trying to ignore him, but he wouldn't go away.

"I regret to inform there will be no Quidditch this year," Dumbledore stated to resounding boos.

While Hermione could care less, she could tell Harry was upset. Quidditch did provide a good distraction.

Dumbledore gestured for science, "Instead it is my pleasure to inform you Hogwarts will host a prestigious event this year. It has long been a tradition amongst Wizarding schools- until the death toll got too high. The ministry assures me their safety precautions will prevent any catastrophes. Ladies and Gentlemen, this year we will host the Triwizard Tournament!"

"The what?" Harry asked.

"Students from Dumstrang and Beauxbatons will join us around Halloween. The competitors will go through three challenging obstacles. At the end of the tournament the winner will receive a prize of one thousand galleons and eternal glory."

From up the table one of the twins shouted, "You're joking!"

"I'm not," Dumbledore chuckled. "However, do to the Ministry's precautions only students of age will be able to enter."

More boos came from the hall. Frankly, Hermione was glad none of her friends would be able to enter. It would be one last thing to worry about.

…o0o…

Hermione was so excited to start classes the next day she almost forgot about Malfoy.

History of Magic was informative if boring.

She made her way to Potions with some excitement. Snape might be the most biased teacher ever, but his classes were always engaging and informative. All of Gryffindor was gathered in the hall catching up on their summers while waiting for Snape to make his customary grand entrance.

Perhaps that was why she was so surprised when Malfoy spat, "You don't belong here Mudblood!"

Before she could react, Malfoy had already sent an unknown curse her way. An excruciating pain shot from her mouth.

Around her she could hear curses rebounding off of the walls.

"What is the meaning of this?" Snape hissed.

Malfoy smirked, "The Gryffindors attacked us!"

"He attacked Hermione!" Harry spat.

"Did he?" Snape asked, "Well, let us see the damage."

Hermione warily removed her hand from her front teeth. They had grown past her chin by now. The pain was the worst she had ever experienced, and she briefly wondered if this was what a tooth extraction felt like- without sedation.

"I see no difference," Snape drawled.

"Like hell!" Harry protested.

Through her tears, Hermione bolted towards the hallway. She distantly heard Snape gleefully say, "Detention, Potter."

…o0o…

Hermione was waiting for the boys Thursday morning, more out of self-preservation than anything. Malfoy had tried to curse her yesterday too, but Flitwick put a stop to it. She was beginning to rethink her decision to not tell anyone.

"I thought you would be at breakfast," a familiar voice said from behind her.

Hermione turned to the twin, "I felt like company this morning."

"Good," he wrapped his arm around her, "George and Lee are talking Potions."

Hermione cringed. At least Pomfrey had been able to give her a pain potion before shaving the bone off.

"Everything alright?" Fred asked.

"Yeah," Hermione smiled falsely, "I just was thinking of all the pranks they are trying to make."

"What happened to your teeth?" Fred narrowed his eyes.

"Spell accident," Hermione quickly answered. So what if it was an accident she had let Madame Pomfrey cut a little extra off?

Fred hummed, "You need to be more careful."

"Okay."

Fred held out his arm, "Will fair maiden accompany me to breakfast?"

Hermione chuckled. Together they walked out of the common room portal.

"So," Fred asked as they headed down the spiral staircase, "How are classes going?"

"Alright," Hermione answered, "We are still doing review. What about yours?"

"It's ridiculous! All the teachers expect me to participate!" Fred grumbled good-naturedly. "Do you know how distracting it is to continually be called on in class? I can't get anything done!"

Hermione giggled, "Perhaps you should pay attention then."

"Preposterous. I might do good on tests, but that's my limit."

"Alright," she supposed some things were impossible. "Did you ever figure out what you are doing for Arithmancy class now?"

"Oh!" Fred perked up, "I've got study hall. The best part is it's in the classroom right next to Vector's incase I need to ask questions. I had it yesterday and it was perfect. Three hours of complete silence!"

"That's good," Hermione smiled.

"And this morning is my first lesson with Flitwick. I don't know what he has planned, but it should be good."

"You will have to let me know how it goes."

As they made their way into the Great Hall, Fred nodded, "Sure. What are you up to this morning?"

"We have our first class with Professor Moody. From what everyone else is saying it will be interesting."

Fred frowned, "It will."

"I wonder what he will teach us? As a retired Auror I'm sure he must know so much."

"Hermione," Fred grabbed her arm. Looking around suspiciously leaned in, "Don't trust Moody."

Hermione frowned, "Why not?"

Fred shook his head, "Don't know. It's just something I sense."

"Oh." Hermione wondered if Moody had Dark Magic residue like the House Elves. He sure had the scars from it. She didn't think he was dangerous, if anything he would protect the students were something to happen. Still, given the track record of Defense teachers, "I'll keep that in mind."

Fred nodded. Any further questions she had were cut off by Lee and George storming down the tables. The twins engaged in loud banter with their roommate for the rest of the meal.

For some reason, Malfoy's glare didn't seem so intimidating with Fred around. Maybe it was because Fred could hold his own with Malfoy Sr.; there was no way the blonde pounce would be able to hex her while he was around. It was unfortunate that they weren't in the same year- then Fred could walk her to classes.

Hermione reconsidered telling Fred about her Malfoy problem.

"-Unfortunately it causes transfiguration in a rather unfortunate place at the moment," George finished.

Fred smirked, "Perhaps we should try it on the Slytherins."

Or not. Hermione was baffled by how immature boys could be sometimes. Didn't they realize that pranking the Slytherins only caused them to feel more ostracized? Feeling alienated, the Slytherins would ramp up their bullying. It was a vicious cycle.

Fortunately, Harry and Ron made it to the Great Hall in time. Loaded down with what pastries they had time to grab, the trio headed to their first Defense lesson.

Hermione wanted to groan when she saw Malfoy was already there. His malevolent smirk made her wonder if she needed to pull her wand. Before she could, the classroom door banged open to reveal the gnarled form of the ex-Auror Mad-eye Moody. Professor Moody barked, "Think you can use magic in the corridors, Malfoy? Detention!"

In the lesson that followed, the new Defense Professor proved beyond a reasonable doubt that his swiveling eye could see everything. Hermione was relived, because it was obvious Malfoy wouldn't be able to pull anything in Defense this year. She was unsure why Fred disliked this teacher. He seemed very thorough.

"Dark Arts are so sinister, that they contain the three most unforgivable spells in the Wizarding World. Casting just one of these spells is enough to earn a life sentence in Azkaban. Does anyone know their names?" Moody gruffly barked.

As he drilled the class on the tree unforgivables, Hermione kept replaying the night of the World Cup in her head. What if Fred hadn't gotten there quick enough? She could have died. Malfoy senior deserved to be in prison, but the Wizarding World was too biased to put him there. Instead she was left to deal with mini-Malfoy on her own.

"Imperious. Crutacius. Adva Kadava. They can't be blocked. There's no counter. The only thing to do is get out of the way," Moody grinned sharply, "I think you need to know what you are up against."

Moody pulled out a spider from a jar on his desk. "Impero!"

Hermione got a sinking feeling in her gut. Sure the boys thought it was funny to watch the spider jump around, but she had the feeling the spider disagreed.

Then, a malevolent glee shone in Moody's eyes as he cast "Crucio!" The spider - which was not endowed with the vocal cords to do so - screeched in abject horror. Hermione was more terrified as to what would come next.

Surely he wouldn't? He would. Moody raised his wand and snapped off, "Adava Kadava." Sickly green light traveled to the spider, ending its life in a blink of an eye.

Hermione set there so petrified, she barely noticed Harry streaking out of the room or Neville's tears. As the lesson concluded, she was surprised to find Ron shaking her gently.

"All right there?" the gangley boy asked.

"Yeah," Hermione feebly replied.

Ron twisted his shirtsleeve, "Bit mental, eh?"

"Yeah."

Frowning intently, her friend lifted up her bag, "Come on. Let's go to the library."

Half way down the familiar corridors, Hermione burst out laughing.

"What?" Ron asked.

"Are you seriously going to the library?"

"I figured it might cheer you up," Ron shrugged. "And I should probably go there more often. I don't do something about my grades Mum is going to kill me. Now that the twins are doing better, she seems to think there's hope for me."

Hermione smiled slightly. It would be nice to see Ron apply himself.

"Besides, Malfoy wouldn't be caught dead there."

Hermione stopped short, "What-"

Ron looked at her intently, "I don't know what is going on, but he could care less about Harry this year."

She felt a little surprised. Ron was more perceptive than she gave him credit for. Grabbing him by his shirtsleeve, she drug him into a spare classroom. Thankful for Fred's instruction, she was able to cast privacy spells.

"Is it that big of a deal?" Ron frowned.

Hermione sighed, debating what to tell him. On one hand, if she told him he could help her with Malfoy control. On the other hand, he might prove a loose cannon. At least he wouldn't try and get his brother in Azkaban.

"'Moine!" Ron barked.

Hermione looked up from where she had been pacing. She hadn't realized she had even started. Well, if she was worried that he would tell anyone there was always one solution. "I need a Wizard's Vow."

Ron sputtered, "What? Do you have any idea how dangerous those are?"

Hermione sighed. "Yes. It is to protect you if the Aurors start asking questions."

"What questions?"

Hermione tapped her foot in exasperation, "I'll tell you after you make the vow."

"Just a vow of secrecy?"

"That should be enough."

"Fine." Ron slowly took out his wand, "I, Ronald Billius Weasley, do swear on my magic to keep secret the information that is given to me in the next ten minutes."

A small flash signaled the sealing of the contract. "Do you remember the World Cup?"

Ron beamed, "How could I forget? That wronski feint Krum performed was amazing! And when-"

"Not that!" she snapped, "Afterwards. With the Death Eaters."

Ron sighed, "Yeah. That bonkers House Elf cast the Dark Mark over our heads. What does that have to do with Malfoy?"

For lack of knowing a better way to put it, Hermione went to the heart of the matter. "His Father cast the killing curse at me."

"What! When? By the Goddess, Hermione, are you alright?" Ron inspected her rapidly, as though afraid the curse could take effect at any moment.

"I'm fine," Hermione assured. Despite the seriousness of the conversation, she was glad he cared. "It was right after the Dark Mark went off."

"Why didn't you tell anyone? What happened? Fred said you guys were in the woods." Ron rapidly said, "I knew Malfoy wouldn't have been attacked by his friends!"

"Yeah," Hermione sighed. "Fred cursed him and Malfoy lost his balance." She could still see the silver mask facing to the ground, hear the pained strikes form the man inside.

"Good for Fred." Ron smiled, "So that's why the bloody pounce splinched!"

"Ron!" Hermione chastised.

Grinning mirthfully, he explained, "Dad once said that Malfoy came into his office trying to make Goyle Sr.'s splinching into Muggle London go away. Apparently Malfoy said, 'No true Pureblood would ever splinch'. Dad said he was nothing but a peacock full of hot air."

Hermione giggled, which soon turned into hysterical tears. Ron awkwardly patted her back. "Sorry."

"No problem," Ron shrugged.

Hermione smiled, "Thanks. I needed that."

Ron nodded, "No problem. So Malfoy knows who cursed his Dad? I reckon he isn't going after Fred because he knows better."

"No," Hermione shook her head, "He wants me to give up Fred so that they can prosecute him."

"Are they serious?" Ron asked incredibly, "Bloody Malfoys."

Hermione wiped her face, "For once I agree."

"Well, I guess we will just have to make sure Malfoy can't touch you."

Hermione blinked, "How do you expect to do that?"

"I believe we were headed to the library," Ron smiled mischievously. Hermione began to wonder if the twins weren't the only Weasleys who liked to cause trouble.

A/N: Another chapter! This one is the longest yet- I'm afraid Hermione just couldn't catch a break.

Hope you all enjoy. Question of the day, should Malfoy get his but handed to him or eventually be redeemed? I'm on the fence about it...

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