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Chapter 9
*This is just to say, that if you have not read the previous chapter, or do not remember what happened in Chapter 8, then I would highly recommend that you do so, otherwise it will be hard to understand what the concept of this chapter is – Thank you*
POP. And that was the sound of apparition from Hermione. Fred looked at the spot at where Hermione had once been. Why had she suddenly left? Oh shit. She's a virgin. She's a virgin, and that was a really sensitive question, and I've just gone and made everything awkward. Way to go Fred. Now, where would she have apparated to?
*Hermione POV*
How dare he ask me such a question? What does he think I am? Probably some silly eleven year old. I'm nearly twenty for Merlin's sake. And why did he have to ask that question? Can he not marry me without knowing if I have done it or not? Would it kill him not to know? Why are all boys such arses? ARGH. Right, the Burrow. Just forget it happened, and try and ask the Ministry for an appeal, tomorrow morning, first thing. Wait, what? An appeal? Who am I kidding? I am stuck with Fredrick Gideon Weasley for the rest of my stupid life. Yay(!)
*Normal POV*
Hermione directly apparated to the Burrow with all those thoughts rushing through her head at 100 miles per hour. She knocked on the front door, and to her immense surprise George opened the door.
'Erm, hi Hermione. Are you not meant to be on a date with my lovely twin?' George asked anxiously.
'Hah. Date? Yes, I was. Turned out to be the worst date of my life. And before you say 'Oh wow… you've been on other dates' and underestimate my dating life, I would like to confirm the fact that I have been to nearly twenty dates George, many of them with different people. Don't. Call. Me. A. Slag. It's called a social life – something you're lovely twin would know allll about! And guess what? Hermione Granger. Yes. That's me. Has actually lost her virginity! Yes I know! Hard to believe, isn't it? The know-it-all, Gryffindor Prefect who takes her job seriously has had sex. Oh no. Shock. Horror. Still don't believe me? Ask. Your. Baby. Brother… Ronald', Hermione said angrily. You could tell she was very angry from her straightened her, starting to slowly frizz up.' Oh, and make sure to tell your twin, that in response to his question, it would be a no. Thanks George, good night', Hermione finished, with a fake smile plastered on her face.
George stared at his future sister-in-law with eyes the size of saucers. Why had she just ranted like that? What has my idiot excuse of a brother done to her? Just as George was dwelling in his own thoughts, he heard the sound of a POP, indicating that someone had apparated in. Probably, Hermione's No.1 least desirable, George thought with a shudder.
Fred ran in, panicking.
'Is she here?' Fred asked cautiously.
'Oh, she's more than here Freddie. She's here. Her anger is here. Her hatred for you is here. Her dislike for you is here. All in all, let's just say you may missed a speech of the century, about her dating and sex life. Sucks for you buddy'. George replied with a mischievous smirk on his face.
'Wait, her sex life? Shit. She has a sex life? Shit. Shit. Shit. George, can you please Avada me now?' Fred pleaded.
'Erm Freddie, I'd rather not to be honest. What did you ask her? She ranted for nearly five whole minutes about how she'd dated twenty men, how she's had sex with – and I quote – baby brother Ronald', George continued, 'She also told me to tell you that she said no your question, pray whatever that was'.
'George, I'm screwed, quite literally', Fred whined.
'I second that mate. Look, I don't know what happened on this date of yours, but it seems to have been a whale of a time for the two of you. But, I think you should just sleep on it and talk to her first thing tomorrow. Apologize and whatever, and if worse comes worst, buy her a puppy. Always works', George finished with a wink.
'Merlin, you are no help at all', Fred said glumly. 'Right, I'll see you tomorrow morning, when I'll talk to her.' With that Fred retreated to his bedroom, muttering something along the lines of 'women' and 'needing his sleep'.
Yes Fred, you do need your sleep, for tomorrow you are going to need all the energy you have.
There we have it! Chapter 9 finito! I'm so proud of myself actually because this means I have written two chapters consecituvely, something I have never done before :/
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