" 'mione, be careful." he says, coming up behind me. I feel a surge of anger flare up.
"Yeah, whatever." I grumble.
"I'm serious." He says, grabbing my arm.
"Why do you care anyway?!" I snap and turn away, pulling my arm back, He looks hurt, but I crush down the wave of guilt, why should I care about Ron's brother's feelings? Not like he cares about mine.
"Hermione... Because-" he stops himself, takes a deep breath, and starts again, "Because you're my little brother's best friend. Why are you angry with me anyway?"
My lack of response frustrates him, and he rakes his fingers through his hair.
"Dammit! Talk to me!" He shouts. I whip around and yell,
"What do you think is wrong?!" We stare at eachother for a minute and it starts raining.
"'mione-" He starts. I cut in,
"Fred, I'm one of your little brother's best friend," I pause, "and I think I love you."
As soon as I say it I know it's true. He looks surprised but I can't take it. I feel my eyes sting, tears about to flow. I turn away. Then, I run.
"Hermione!" I hear him behind me, I don't stop. I can't stop. He grabs my arm and I freeze. We stand there for a second. Him holding my arm, me turned away from him, both trying to figure out what to do next. Around us, everyone is running back inside, getting shelter from the pouring rain. Suddenly, he pulls me back into his arms and presses his lips against mine. It's hesitant at first, as if not quite sure what's going on, but by the time I trying to figure it out, we're kissing each other fiercely, his hand around my hips and mine gripping his hair and neck. I'm in his arms and he's kissing me and I'm kissing him back and there's nowhere else I'd rather be. He smiles against my lips.