Fred and George lived in their flat, not the Burrow. Hermione could be away from Fred. She could sort out her thoughts.
"And the best part!! Fred and George are staying at the Burrow!!" Ginny squealed.
Or…not.
Professor of Love Chapter Ten
Fred and George would be staying at the Burrow. Hermione's luck always seemed to work that way. She was in her dorm quickly and angrily tossing random articles of clothing into her trunk and muttering under her breath.
"Hermione! Let's get going woman! It's time to floo!" Ginny called enthusiastically from the stairs. Hermione shot a death glare to the door, finished throwing clothing into her trunk and snapped it shut. The girl dragged her trunk behind her and stomped down the stairs, the trunk clunking behind her.
"You know for a girl that get's to get out of school early and spend it with me…I think you look pretty damn depressed there love." Said George, a grin on his face, his twin brother next to him. Hermione plastered on a fake smile.
"Don't be silly George. I simply can't wait to spend the holidays with you. The problem is I just can't stand to miss valuable class time. Plus my books wouldn't all fit into my trunk so I can't possibly take them all home. You see my dilemma?" Hermione said in a sickeningly sweet and sarcastic voice.
George looked at her with surprise. "Hermione Granger knows sarcasm. Who would've thought…" he mumbled before walking over to get her trunk and toss it into the green flames of the fireplace with Ginny's trunk and Ginny who shouted "The Burrow".
Hermione followed after her considering Harry and Ron took off first. She landed, as per usual, sprawled out on the floor of the Weasley's sitting room with ashes covering her from head to foot. "Ugh." She mumbled as she tried to get up.
Naturally, just as she should have figured, Fred and George decided to chose then to floo in at the same time, lose their footing, and land on top of her. "Ow." Hermione groaned. The twins rolled off of her and allowed her to climb to her feet.
"How gentleman like…" she said rolling her eyes at them before grabbing her trunk and lugging it to Ginny's room. She set it at the foot of the cot which she soon flopped down on. How was she supposed to force her way through this break with Fred-bloody-Weasley in the same house as her?!
She huffed loudly and stood up, just as there was a knock on her door. "What?!" she asked angrily. "We need to talk."
How the hell did he get off coming there and saying they needed to talk!? "You know what Fred? I'd really prefer not to talk to you. But thanks so much for the offer." Hermione said. She could practically feel Fred rolling his eyes on the other side of the door and she hated it.
"I'm coming in." he said before he turned the handle and opened the door. "Get out." Hermione threatened. "Excuse you? This is my house. You can't kick me out of my own house."
Hermione had no response to that, so she simply glared at him. "Draco Malfoy." He said, looking at her like she had lost her mind. "What about him." Was Hermione's stubborn response.
"What the bloody hell do you mean 'what about him'?!" Fred exclaimed loudly. "I mean I don't know what you want to talk about concerning him." Hermione lied. Of course she knew that he was assuming they were dating or something along those lines.
"You bloody well do know Hermione! The two of you were acting pretty damn lovey dovey today in Potions! Sharing your little secret smiles and conversations. This is Draco. Bloody. Malfoy. He is the biggest ARSE in the history of ARSES!" Fred exclaimed.
"Wow. You must have never met yourself." She said with a glare before apparating downstairs. Fred sighed angrily and stalked out of the room. He walked down to the kitchen, still muttering under his breath, when he stopped, hearing his youngest brother yelling like a maniac from the other room.
"Hermione you cannot be around Malfoy!" Screamed Ron. Fred grinned slightly. Maybe he had rubbed off on his brother. "Ronald I may do whatever I please and You can't stop me. Besides, Draco has been perfectly LOVLY to me lately which is a lot more then I can say for some people." Hermione screamed right back.
"Hell, maybe I should date him. What about that Ron? What would you do if I started to date him?!" Hermione exclaimed, tears running down her face. Fred walked into the room. "Fred will you talk some sense into Hermione here? She's considering DATING Draco bloody MALFOY."
Fred stared at Hermione. "Hermione's a big girl Ron. She can make her own decisions." He muttered, making sure to keep eye contact. "Has the whole world gone completely MENTAL?!" Ron shouted.
Hermione didn't know why, possibly it was the fact that she had been hoping Fred still had some feelings for her, but whatever the case, as soon as he said that she felt her heart break all over again. He didn't care. He couldn't have cared less. He really had just used her, only to end it when he wasn't getting what he'd wanted from her. With tears storming down her cheek she pushed past Ron and stalked out of the room.
She knew she was being stupid. Had she really expected this relationship to last forever? Sometimes she had to suck it up and deal with the pain another time. Sometimes she had to just move on. The sooner she learned that the better off she'd be. Hermione Granger was standing outside of the Burrow, taking deep breaths and mumbling to herself about how she needed to keep her cool, and that was the exact scene in which Fred walked in on.
"I really do think we should talk…" Fred said, sitting down on the steps out front. Hermione turned around to look at him, her arms crossed tightly over her chest and a glare painted on her face. "I hate this…" he said quietly. "Well maybe you should have thought of that before everything that happened." Hermione snapped back. "Hermione I don't want to have problems. I want us to be able to look at each other, remember every good time we've ever had, and I want us to always be friends."
Friends. This was the worst break up line in the book, the most common and most obvious one. The one that shouted out 'I really stopped liking you the day that we started dating but I knew that was way to soon to dump you' in that horribly subtle way. And yet, Hermione had no choice but to say she wanted to stay friends as well, because she had experience life without Fred Weasley for the past few months, and it was certainly not the best. It was so pathetic that she needed him now. That was the worst thing about being in a relationship. After a while you get to that point where you're just so comfortable with how things are, that you honestly can't see why you would ever want to go on without that stability. After a while it gets to the point where you need that other person…and that was something that Hermione of all people did NOT want.
Hermione bit her lip and nodded. "I…agree." She muttered, her voice cracking from the tears she was trying so hard to keep to herself. It wasn't going to work. It wasn't going to work and she knew it. She still, stupidly enough, had feelings for him. Feelings that she was almost sure weren't going away anytime soon and it hurt to know that she wasn't worth fighting for to him. It hurt so much that the chance of actually attempting to get anywhere near 'normal' with him was practically impossible. Fred gave her a weak smile, which she returned before turning away from him.
This was certainly going to be an interesting break.