Hermione sighed as she ripped up the letter and tossed it in the fireplace. "Git…" She mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest and closing her eyes tightly as her vision began to blur with tears. "Why does he have to act like this?" She asked to herself, sniffling.
"Is it Ron again?" A man asked as he put down a suitcase in the room she was in.
Hermione turned to see Fred walking in from work, a smile being placed on her face very weakly. "Yeah… he refuses to come to the wedding."
"He'll get over it." Fred assured her.
"You said that when we first started going out… that was four years ago. We're both twenty-two years old. Why can't he just… /grow up/" she hissed.
Fred wrapped his arms around his fiancé and smiled. "He's still hurt, Hermione. We can't help whom we love." Fred whispered.
Hermione smiled up at him, placing a kiss to his lips. "I know. Even if Ron never speaks to me again though, I'm glad I chose you."
"As am I, Hermione. I love you."
"I love you too." She responded as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed their lips together.
