Chapter 2- Fight
Hermione and Fred went down to breakfast like every morning. They of course, were holding hands as thet walking into the kitchen.
"Morning," Hermione called.
"Morning 'Mione." Ron replied. "How did you sleep?"
"Fine... ish." Hermione answered.
"The dream happened again didn't it?" Harry asked, he was one of the few she told.
"Yeah," Hermione looked up at Fred, he faked a smile and sat down. "I've never had a nightmare that just keeps coming back."
"It's not a nightmare, it's a memory. That's why it keeps recoring." Harry explained.
"I know but I just wish it would stop." Hermione murmured.
"We all do." Ginny spoke.
Mrs. Weasley set a plate of food in front of her. It was their usual breakfast but Hermione was abnormally not hungery. She just stared at the plate, once in a while she would pick up her fork and move it aorund.
"Not hungery deary?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"I don't know, I have this wierd feeling in my stomach." Hermione explained.
"Do you think you'll be okay?" Mrs. Weasley asked concerningly
"Yeah, i'll be fine." Hermione put her hand over her stomach.
After everyone finished they all split up. Ron, Harry, Ginny, and George all went out to play quidditch. Fred stayed with Hermione who was still having odd pains.
The day went on and soon night was taking it's toll on the burrow. Mr. and Mrs. Wealsey were going to bed so it was just the kids. Hermione's pains had luckily gone away.
"Ew, you guys are disgusting." Ron spat at Harry, Ginny, Fred, and Hermione. Who were kissing in the living room.
"Get used to it brother." George told him.
"What does Hermione even see in Fred?" Ron glared at the happy couple.
"Everything she doesn't see in you." George answered.
"Shut up George." Ron ignored him.
Hermione had gotten up to get something so Fred went into the kitchen. George sat down in his place. Hermione came skipping back in from whever she had gone and sat on George's lap.
Oh crap, she think's i'm Fred. George thought to himself. Before he could say anything. She was kissing him.
Fred walked in with a box of cookies but then dropped them when he saw Hermione and George snogging on the couch.
"Hermione!" Fred yelled.
"What George?" Hermione said hotly.
"Um, 'Mione. I'm George." The red headed wizard under her raised his hand.
Hermione jumped up.
"OH MY GOD!" Hermione stuck out her tongue. "Ew ew ew ew ew ew... EW!"
"Just for the record, this is not my fault. She was all over me." George put his hands up in innocence.
"Yeah, i know." Fred looked more angry then jealous.
"Don't tell me you're actaully mad at me." Hermione snapped out of her rant.
"A little. You've know us since 1st year and you can't tell us apart by now." He stepped into the living room.
"I'm sorry I was pretty sure it was you. It's not like you're identical or anything." Hermione spat.
"If you had a twin I would easily be able to tell you apart." Fred crossed his arms.
"Oh, yeah, i'm sure you would." Hermione did the same.
"Well at least I didn't kiss your sibling right in front of you." Fred said dryly.
"Well at least I didn't kiss my brother's wife." Hermione added.
"Well at least I didn't give my parents overt to death eaters." Everyone gasped. Fred immeadietly regreted it. "Oh my god, Hermione I didn't mean that."
Hermione just turned and stomped away. "Stay away from me Fred Weasley." Then she ran into Ginny's bedroom.
"How could you?" Ginny glared and ran after Hermione.
Fred just stombled back onto the couch. How could he do that to Hermione. Everyone knew that was her biggest regret. It's not like she wanted to turn her parents in. She had no choice.
"Fred, she'll forgive. She always does." George rubbed his brother's back.
"She won't. I just brought back her worst reget and used it against her. She'll never talk to me again." Fred put his face in his hands.
Meanwhile, Ginny was trying to get Hermione to stop blubbering on her bed. She was gonna make a pool in her room.
"Hermione, he didn't mean it. You know he loves you. He would never want to hurt you." Ginny tryed to soothe her sobbing friend.
"How could he use that against me. How could he just say that without thinking. Everyone knows you can't talk to me about my parents." Hermione cried.
"I know, it was a mistake. If he hadn't been so angry he never would have said it."
"But he did say it Ginny. How can I ever forgive him?"
"You won't now, maybe later. But defenitly not now." Ginny got a hankerchief out of her drawer. "Here, maybe it will stop us from drowning."
