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Fremione-He's A Stand Up Guy...Literally

Hermione POV

I sat in the muggle restaurant, checking my watch for what felt like the thousandth time.

He's probably just doing something stupid and he'll be here soon. I tried to reason with myself.

"Who am I kidding. It's been and hour and a half." I muttered.

How could he? Ron and I had been planning this dinner date for weeks! I knew I had told him the correct address.

People had begun to give me sympathetic looks after about twenty minutes.

I forced myself not to turn hopefully as the doorbell rang, signalling someone had entered the restaurant.

It was a good thing that I didn't. Three men walked past. One appeared to be in his late teens. The other two were early twenties. They looked like twins, but one was about an inch taller. Curly brown hair framed their mischevious faces and when I caught a glimpse of their eyes, I saw sparkling mirth glittering in those bright blue eyes. They were tanned and freckled. All in all, these two reminded me of the Weasley twins before Fred...died.

The third boy was very different. It was obvious he was a few years younger than his companions. He had shaggy black hair and a complexion that suggested an Italian heritage, though he was extremely pale. His eyes were black in the rather dimly lit pub and there were large bags beneath them. His facial expression rather looked like he'd been through hell. The most surprising thing about him was his height. He had to be at least six foot five, if more. I wasn't sure how I knew he was younger. I just did.

While the brothers, they might not have been twins, were wearing bright orange shirts with something written in another language and jean shorts with tennis shoes, the other boy was dressed in an Areosmith shirt and an aviators jacket. He also had black jeans and combat boots on.

My full impression of the three of them was that they were a very strange group.

"Hey, sorry I took so long 'Mione!" A familiar voice said from behind me. 

"Well you should be!" I snapped, glaring down at my plate while my boyfriend sat in front of me.

"'Mione, look up." He said quietly.

I did and stared.

"Just go with it." Fred Weasley sat in front of me, looking very much alive.

This had to be a trick. 

"George Weasley, if this is your idea of a joke I'm going to hex you into oblivion." I hissed.

"I'm hurt, 'Mione. You of all people should know I'm Fred." He shot me a lopsided grin.

It was Fred. George's smiles always turned up farther on the left side. Fred's were mirrored, the right corner of his mouth inching higher.

I felt tears spring to my eyes. "How are you alive?" 

Fred pointed to the three who had come in just before him. "The one in the middle. Special type of magic."

I looked over at the dark haired boy and he gave me a courteous nod before turning back to look at the door. 

"Why are you here?"

Fred went a bit red. "Well, when I was at school I...I had a big crush."

I raised an eyebrow. "On Angelina, right?"

"No, 'Mione! You." He blushed harder.

I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks as well. "Me?"

Fred grinned cheekily. "Would you like a kiss to prove it?"

I flushed harder and he laughed. 

"Maybe later. Who stood you up? I'll jinx him later. And my friends have a little surprise for him as well." I glanced over to his friends again and noticed that they all had some sort of weapon concealed on their body.

"Actually...It was Ronald."

Fred scowled and went over to his friends, talking briefly with them.

"Just giving a description," He explained when he sat back down, "Now let's have a good evening, 'kay luv?"

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Third Person POV

Ron kissed the curvy blonde one last time. "Gotta go, darlin'. I have to keep up appearances until I can break up with her."

Tammi giggled. "Bye babe!"

Ron straightened his sports coat and apparated outside the restaurant that Hermione had told him about.

"Bloody hell, sorry 'Mione. I mis-Apparated and splinched myself, had to send a Patronus to Dad for help." He rehearsed his speech under his breath as he pushed through the door.

The first thing he saw was Hermione sitting with a redhead rather like himself. The door was slightly behind the mystery guy, so Ron couldn't see features, but he did see their hands entwined on the table as they talked. Hermione laughed loudly and said something to the man. Faintly he heard her words. 

"I missed you so much!"

Ron smirked. This was the perfect way to dump her. He wouldn't be the one disgraced. 

Before he could take a step, three guys stepped in front of them. The youngest one was maybe a year older than he was, but extremely tall, even for someone like Ron who was also an abnormal height.

The creepy teen was flanked by two guys who could be twins.

The two on the sides grabbed Ron by his arms and dragged him out the door and into a dark alley. The dark haired boy followed, his body seeming to blend slightly with the shadows all around them. The three lined up in front of him again.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley. Let's have a talk." The teen in the middle said with a creepy grin.