Chapter 3- Apologies

"Hermione, please open the door. I need to talk to you." Fred begged. He had been up all night. Wondering how to win her back.

"I don't wannna see you." Hermione cried from the other side of the door.

"Hermione please, I love you. I'm so so so sorry." Fred pleaded. He knew there was no hope. Their relationship was over. "Please." He pleaded one more time.

"No. Just leave me alone."

"I can't until you let me in. Then I will never talk to you again, I promise." Fred told her.

"What makes you think I never want to talk to you again?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know, maybe the fact that i'm a complete jerk."

"Yeah, you are." The door opened and he didn't smile but he was happy. "You have an hour to explain."

"Okay, I didn't think you would actually open up the door." Fred paced. "Why did you let me in?"

"Harry told me you were crying in the bathroom." Hermione nodded towards the window.

"Oh, that little git." Fred smirked a little. He got down on his knees in fornt of her. "Okay. I guess I should start with, I made a huge mistake and it was probably the biggest mistake of my life and I need you and..." Fred drifted off. He looked up Hermione who was still crying. He lightly placed his hands on her cheeks and whipped her tears with his thumbs. "And I am never gonna love anyone as much as I love you."

Hermione half smiled. "I love you too." Hermione first looked happy but it soon turned to sadness. "But I can't forgive you."

Fred hands fell to his sides. "I understand." Fred stood up and went out of her room. He looked back at her. She was crying, and he knew why. He hated that he was the reason for her pain.

Fred slumped back down the stairs. He couldn't handle knowing the love of his life would never fogive him.

Hermione on the other hand wanted to run down stairs and kiss him. She knew she couldn't, she had done what was best for her and that was not forgiving him. Even though forgiving him was the one thing she wanted to do most, she couldn't. She just couldn't let the half of her that was stupid win. Sure her heart was broke but she would move on. Wouldn't she?

A few days later Fred had completely given up on life. He hadn't left his room for three days. Not even to eat. He looked horrendus.

Hermione, was the same. Her hair was all in knots, her stomach grumbling. She felt like she had an eating disorder.

"We have to get them back together." Ginny explained to a very worried George.

"I know, but how?" George questioned.

"I think I have an idea." The little witch gave him a very sinister smile.