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I was about to walk into my worst nightmare. Okay I am exaggerating a bit, but it might as well be! I had to walk in there and pretend I was dating Fred Weasley. For all I knew, I could be breaking up a relationship, not that they really had one before. But out of all the rules, this is the worst one to break. You never ever date your brother's ex girlfriend. You just don't.
Yes, all of you may think he's over me, but trust me when I say Ron is most definitely the jealous type. I still remember the Yule Ball till this day. We weren't even together and he became covetous of Viktor Krum. I'll never forget it...ever. And that was only Viktor Krum, this is his brother. I was playing with fire and nothing good ever comes from that.
I knew exactly what was gonna occur tonight. He would wink at me, play with my hair, act flirty with me, and tell me jokes. I, reluctantly, would laugh at them so that Ron would get jealous. But, I didn't feel the slightest bit bad about it because he broke my heart with that tramp. And honestly I wouldn't mind being close to Fred, as a friend.
It was five o'clock on a Sunday afternoon. Looking out through my window, I saw that it was raining and there was thunder. Coincidence? I don't think so. I only had one more hour of peace before the fire struck.
I heard everyone was angry at Ron, even Molly, but of course she could never disown her own son. She had too much of a good heart. However, Ron was pretty much disowned by everyone else in the family including Arthur. From what Fred told me, Ginny nearly threw a fit when she had heard what happened to me. I had a bruise on my right cheek which was purple, and my nose was swollen. God bless Ron for that.
(Fred's P.O.V)
One hour. I grinned. One hour before I could act like she was my girl. She deserved to be treated like the princess she was, however Ron took advantage of her. The git. Every time I saw them together I wanted to beat him into a pulp, he didn't deserve her. I could have treated her better, not Ron. He'd always call her names; arse, I bet you a million galleons that he was envious because he didn't have her brain. And he would always ask Hermione to either do his homework or help him with it.
I remember during my seventh year how she constantly came to me crying because Ron did some stupid little thing. And just because I was his brother, I was always obligated to chat with him. It didn't matter though, because every time I tried to get through to him, he never listened. So naturally, I gave up.
Although I will admit, part of me is feeling really bad about doing this. But nevertheless, I was going to help her and make her mine. Bloody hell, I still cannot believe she caught me that day singing "Everywhere" by Michelle Branch. I wonder if she knows that I was talking about her...I hope to god that she remains oblivious to it. How humiliating would it be to confess 'oh I like you Hermione' and have her not to return my feelings.
However, I don't really deny it anymore. It seems that every time I get close to her or even touch her (In a casual way) she blushes. I'm pretty sure she tries to hide it, but I can see right through it. I glanced at my clock and smirked. Only forty-five minutes left.
After, Hermione was hit by Ron I let her stay at my and George's flat because she didn't wanna go back. I told the whole family what had happened and Ginny was so furious. She whipped out her wand, so she could go and find Ron, but I had to restrain her. No one in the family wanted anything to do with Ron except mum. She always had too much of a good heart. Hermione was injured, but it wasn't as bad as Ron's injuries. In fact, I could have done worse.
(Hermione's P.O.V)
Some days I think about the crush I had on Fred. It was during my fifth year. I never told him how I felt for many, many reasons. One; he constantly had girls chasing after him, so what would he want with a bushy-haired bookworm? Two; Angelina seemed to really like him and would continuously flirt with him, honestly how could I compete with that? She was perfect, I was...the girl next door. Plus I heard that they dated back then. And finally; I was pretty sure he hated me because I always scolded him for testing his pranks on first years.
Hell, the only reason I even dated Ron was to get over Fred. Although, there were times I couldn't help but feel that Fred was envious of Ron. Nah, it was probably because Ron was a git and he was angry at him. However, every time I had a fight with Ron he would comfort me. I couldn't help but feel strong feelings towards him. I don't know if it was love or infatuation but either way it was real. Eventually I got over him and fell completely in love with Ron while the three of us were on the run.
When we got engaged, I thought I was gonna have my fairytale ending like Cinderella did. Now that's out the window; I don't know what's gonna happen to me. I fear that I'll never find love and end up like Umbridge. I shuddered at that thought. Well now it's time to go to the Burrow. Like I said before, the fire is about to struck.
5:59 p.m.
Oh how I loved the Burrow this time of year. The fire was glazing, there were halloween decorations everywhere, and scented candles were burning. I think it was cinnamon and boy did it smell wonderful, like ginger cookies. It was most homey during the fall season; also peaceful as well. Sighing, this reminded me of old times before I was introduced to the Wizarding world.
"Ready?" I heard someone whisper into my ear. I jittered and turned to see Fred staring at me. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I was too busy staring into his brown eyes; why are they so bloody gorgeous? "Hermione?" He said, tugging onto my shoulder a bit. I snapped out of my trance and saw that he actually looked worried, but why?
"Oh...I'm...um...re-ready" I stuttered, oh great I sounded like a blubbering idiot.
"You sure?" He said so gently and soothing.
"I'm positive" I assured him. He seemed hesitant to believe me but nevertheless he nodded and left. I think he could tell I was lying. Well of course I was! I felt like my oxygen just flew out the window and never even bother to come back. I had to keep telling myself Breath in, Breath out over and over again so I wouldn't faint. What a scene that would cause.
"Dinner's ready!" Mrs. Weasley shouted.
I situated myself in the middle of the table with Fred on my right and Ginny on my left. Thankfully this time Ron and Lavender were near Mrs. Weasley and not me, however, I could still feel their glares directed towards me. Psh they deserve each other. I rolled my eyes at them to show that they had no affect on me.
Ron looked awful. He had a black eye (left mostly), His cheeks were both bruised portraying a purple-grayish color, and his nose was even more swollen than mine.
Feeling rather fearless, I kissed Fred on the cheek. He appeared somewhat surprised, yet he smiled and winked at me. I could feel butterflies in my stomach, it was probably nerves. I have never kissed a boy before; nope it would always be the other way around. I put some corn and chicken on my plate and began eating. I looked up to see that Ron's cheeks were turning redder and redder by the second, and apparently Lavender seemed confused. Ha like that's the first time she's been confused.
I turned to Fred who much to my displeasure was acting like such a pig. Ah typical Weasley twin, but I guess that's why I love him. No I'm not in love with him. He could be my brother. I nudged him and for a second he seemed lost as to why I had nudged him. I pointed towards Ron and Lavender, and his face lit up with mirth. "Something wrong?" He called out to Ron.
"Nope" Ron muttered, turning back to his food. Then, I felt Fred's arm around me. Oh no...
"Good, wouldn't want you be upset or anything." He winked at him and at that precise moment Ron looked like he could have murdered Fred. He kissed me on the cheek, and then I saw Ron clenched his fists.
"Are you two dating?" Lavender asked.
Before I could say anything, Fred said, "Of course, we are" while playing with my hair. "Isn't that lovely" Ron said, muttering angrily. He, then, slammed his plate and left. This is just the beginning...and Ron is already boiling with anger.
Everyone was startled by this, however no one made it a big deal so the rest of the meal passed by peacefully as Ron never came back downstairs. After dinner, I offered to help Mrs. Weasley clean the dishes, but as usual she insisted she didn't need any help.
I went into the living room and saw Ginny and Harry immersed in conversation. I made my way over to them. "Hey guys" I said. "Hey, Hermione" Harry began to say, "You know you're one of my best friends, so I'll support you no matter what" I smiled, he was always there for me. "Thanks, Harry" I replied, and then hugged him. "I have to go find Fred now" He nodded understandably.
You'd think it'd be easy to find him in such a small house but no, you see there are so many floors and rooms and I had to search through them all. I checked all the rooms and finally decided to go see if he was in his room. I was going to knock but then I heard voices. I opened the door, but no more than a creak to see what was going on.
"Come on Fred take me back!" That was Angelina. What was she doing here?!
"Angelina you need to go now" I have never heard Fred's voice sound more serious in my life. "I'm dating someone else now"
"Who?!" She demanded.
"Hermione Granger" He replied, simply.
"What?! You've gotta be kidding me" I could tell that she was laughing. "She's such a bookworm! You could do so much better"
She was right. He could. However she went on.
"She's not even that pretty! Her bushy brown hair is so unattractive. Her eyes are so big and unnatural, while I'm all perfect."
I opened the door to see two pairs of eyes looking at me. I didn't even notice I had tears streaming down my face until then. I ran. "Hermione!" I heard Fred call out, but I didn't even bother to reply. I ran outside the burrow, into the field, and kept running till I had no idea where I was anymore. I wanted to be lost and for no one to find me. I kept crying. Angelina was right. I was going to be forever alone because I wasn't all that pretty to begin with.
I stopped at this tree and sat down at the base and cried my eyes out. Till I could feel no more pain.
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