Please no hate because this is my first fanfic. Hope you enjoy reading it!
The smell of Mrs Weasley's home-cooked game pie ,drifted up the winding stairs of The Burrow as Hermione slowly walked up to the 5th floor. For 6 years she has came and stayed at the Weasley's, in the dilapidated and crumbling building that was kept from falling by magic, it was like a second home to her (after Hogwarts of course.) She swung the door open and saw two boys huddled together, talking in hushed voices.
"Ehem!" Hermione coughed, to get the boys' attention.
"Hermione! How was Christmas?" Harry asked, slightly startled.
"Yeah, how was it?" Ron interrupted. "Sorry it's bloody freezing up here, mum accidentally used the Freezing Charm whilst she was cleaning, so Kingsley had to fix it but it's still pretty cold." As Hermione started to shiver.
"It was quite good actually, we went skiing in France for a month or so. It was so good to visit again, the bouillabaisses that they make there are just..."
"Why are muggles obsessed with skiing?!" Ron exclaimed. Hermione started to explain but got cut off again by Harry.
"You know how Dumbledore left me the horcrux mission to complete, well... erm me and Ron have decided that it would be best that we leave as soon as possible, before the school term starts. Maybe in a couple of days or so and..." Harry said to Hermione, whilst trying to avoid eye-contact with her.
"Well, I think that's a great idea, I'll not bother to unpack then, what things should I bring as well? Spell books? Smelling salts? "Hermione rushed about, trying to choose what to bring.
"Umm, actually. Hermione, we think it would be best if we just went and you went back to Hogwarts to finish the final year..." Harry mumbled.
"Yeah, it would be best for everyone. You go and pass all your exams with flying colours, all Outstandings, whilst me and Harry do the mission. We'd fail all our subjects anyway so..." Ron chimed in, smiling until he realised that Hermione's eyes had started to water.
"We would obviously love if you could come as well but it wouldn't work..."
"Yeah, carry on, trying to make it sound better: you two, abandoning me after all we've been through together! Who was the one that figured out it was the Basilisk that was hiding in the Chamber Of Secrets? Who was the one that used the Time-Turner to save Buckbeak and Sirius, huh? ME! NOW YOU TWO ARE JUST GONNA GO WITH OUT ME! FINE! HAVE A NICE TRIP!" Hermione stormed off and slamming the door behind her, causing Ron's posters of Chudley Cannons to fly off the wall.
"She has such a bad temper sometimes, honestly. She's always telling us off whilst look at her, just then. Worse than Kreacher, she is." stated Ron, attempting to get the posters back on the wall, but with no luck.
"Maybe we should just let her come, we could use her knowledge after all, I guess..." Harry started to talk, but Ron interrupted.
"Nah, she'll be fine in a bit. I know all about girls, they sulk and then next minute they're giggling like drunk dwarves."
The next morning Ron and Harry were faced with the silent treatment from Hermione.
"Morning!" Ron greeted Hermione, as he sat down ,opposite her during breakfast. However, she did not reply.
Ron nudged Harry "What's up with her? She looks like she's been punched in the eyes. They're so red and puffy."
"I think she's still mad at us for not letting her come on the mission. She was crying all night probably, that's why her eyes are like that." Harry whispered, glancing at Hermione, who was attacking a slice of toast with a knife, ferociously. Before taking a sip of orange juice and making her way to the door.
"Hermione dear, you've hardly had any breakfast, are you sure you're not hungry. There's plenty of food, you know." Mrs Weasley exclaimed," Come and have some bacon or some eggs ,at least."
"No thank you, I'm really not hungry. "Hermione smiled (or tried to) "Breakfast was delicious as always, thank you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll just go and tidy up my school things so I'm ready to go back to Hogwarts." She hurried out the room.
"What's up with her? Ron, what have you done now?" Fred smirked and winked at George.
"Yeah Ron, did you make your girlfwend upset?" George mimicked (in a baby voice) causing an uproar of laughter from Fred.
"No, and she's is NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!" Ron stated, blushing slightly at the mention of the word 'girlfriend.'
"Whatever you say, lil' brother. We got your back. But how on earth did, a girl like her, end up with, a guy like you? She's decent, smart and kinda pretty. But you're just stupid, and you look like a deformed toad." Fred smirked.
"Hush now, you boys are suppose to be the mature and sensible ones, since you two are the oldest, now that Bill and Charlie have moved out." Mrs Weasley said to the twins." Your dad's coming back home in a couple of minutes, so when he arrives, we'll go to Diagon Alley, to buy school books and new quills. Now, how about you two, take Ron, Harry and Hermione to buy the things they need and I'll look after Ginny here since she's got an awful cold."
"Yes mum, We'd love to." George grinned at Fred, before smiling at Ron and Harry." We'll look after them, don't worry."
"Well, I'm trusting you to not get into any trouble, do you hear me?! Now Ron and Harry, go upstairs and tell Hermione to get ready to leave!"
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