CH7
HPOV
I didn't sleep well that night, dreams of Ron and Fred haunted me throughout my sleep. I dressed quickly before apparating to work. I wasn't meant to be working this early but I needed to get my mind off everything. Once at the ministry I tried to busy myself with my work for the week. Unfortunately it wasn't enough, I finished all my work before my lunch break feeling a sense of accomplishment.
"Um, Mrs Weasley?" A shy looking man asked. He must be knew I thought plastering a smile on my face.
"Yes, how can I help you?" I ask politely.
"Well these were left at the front desk," He squeaked, placing a large bouquet of white lilies in the centre on my desk.
I smiled to myself Ron must have finally remembered how much I love white lilies.
"Thank you." I smiled widely at the young man in front of me. I took out the card still smiling to myself.
My Dearest Mione,
Yours forever,
Fred Weasley
I almost dropped the card in surprise, I read over it a dozen time. I turned to the flowers. Why was he doing this to me? If he really cared he would stay away. Now he's just making trouble. After throwing the flowers and card in the bin I grabbed my jacket and stormed out of the ministry.
As soon as I got to Diagon Alley I had no idea what I was going to do. Should I confront him or would that just cause more problems, I couldn't let him think it was alright to send me flowers, I couldn't let him think any of this was ok. I made my decision and I wasn't going to change it.
FPOV
It was a extremely busy morning at the shop. George and Verity were busy on the tills serving the ever growing line of customers while I gave people tips on what would be good pranks to pull. Suddenly everything went quiet like the calm before the storm. The door was almost pushed of its hinge as an angry looking witch stepped in. Her hair was flying all around her like in those muggle films.
"FREDRICK WEASLEY!" the young witch yelled, "ARE YOU CRAZY!" Just then I realised it was Granger or I should say Weasley.
"Um...Hermione why don't we take this up stairs," I asked calmly. She stormed past me towards the back of the shop, and past a very shocked looking George.
"What are you doing?" George whispered desperately.
"You know George I have absolutely no idea," I replied as I followed Hermione from a safe distance.
