Chapter Eleven: "Wonder Of It All"
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"Oh Draco," the girl said playfully, "Trying to make me jealous with all of these girls? I know I'm the one you want."
Ginny's eyes widened slightly. She looked at Draco, who was hanging his head in shame.
"Listen, Ginny…" Draco pulled Ginny back towards the doorway, "Tiana came over unexpectedly, and well…"
Ginny shook her head angrily. "Why did I think this was going to work out, Draco? You seemed sincere. I thought you were different, but it's obvious that you're the same arrogant jerk that you were at Hogwarts."
Ginny blinked madly, hoping she wouldn't cry in front of Draco. She had already humiliated herself enough. Crying would just make matters worse. Ginny couldn't help it, though. A tear trickled down her cheek.
Draco looked at her, ashamed. He looked very sorry. "Ginny…" He moved forward to kiss her, but Ginny backed off.
"Drakie!" Tiana called in a sing-song voice, "Are you coming back now? I'm waiting."
Ginny looked at Draco, wiping her eyes. "Just go back to Tiana, Drakie. I have to go."
Ginny flounced off, her red hair bouncing behind her. She slammed the door shut behind her. Draco sighed, and followed her outside.
"Don't you call me Drakie, Ginnycakes," Draco sneered, his temper rising, "Honestly, you're so immature! Did we even agree to have a relationship? I don't remember telling you that I wouldn't see any other girls. I don't remember you asking me not to see any other girls."
Ginny turned around and shook her head vigorously. "I thought there was something special between us, but now I can see you're just like all the other guys in the world. I don't know why I even considered going out with you when there are so many other sweet and hot guys that would treat me better."
Draco looked hurt. "Aw, come on Ginny. You don't really mean that." It sounded as though Draco was trying to convince himself of that.
Ginny looked away. "I did mean it."
Before Draco could say anything else, Ginny disappeared into thin air. Sighing, Draco headed back into the house to tell Tiana to go home. He wasn't in the mood for anything.
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Hermione picked up her mail from the mailbox and headed inside. As soon as she reached the phone and saw that there were 14 messages from Ron, she quickly erased all of them. She was in no mood to talk to him.
Hermione looked through her mail and realized in astonishment that she had received a letter from Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley. Had Ron put them up to this? Feeling irritated, Hermione tore open the letter and scanned it. It was an invite to her own engagement party. When had Ron and her decided on the date? Hermione didn't remember ever discussing the party.
Reading the letter over again, Hermione realized that the party was tomorrow. Her engagement party was tomorrow, and Ron and her hadn't even discussed it? What was she to wear? What was Ron wearing?
Frustrated, Hermione threw the letter to the ground and snatched her phone. She dialed Ron's number, and waited for him to pick the phone up. After a few rings, Ron finally picked it up.
"Mione, glad you called," he told her. Hermione's insides burned. How could Ron talk to her so normally when so much was going wrong?
"Our engagement party is tomorrow?" Hermione exclaimed, "Is this true, Ron? Is it?"
Ron didn't say anything for a few moments.
"It is, isn't it," Hermione said accusingly, "You and your freaking parents decided to plan the engagement party without me! What's an engagement party without the fiancée, huh?"
Ron sighed. "It had to be planned soon, Hermione. You understand that. And since well you haven't been in a very talkative mood, I decided to organize it myself with the help of Mum.
Hermione sighed, exasperated. She sat down at her desk, and began scribbling madly on a piece of paper to take out her anger. "Ron, it's not like we're getting married anytime soon. The engagement party didn't have to happen right away!"
There was a pause on the line. "Ron?"
Hermione heard Ron gulped, and suddenly, she felt nervous. Ron hadn't done anything without asking her, had he?
"Ron?" Hermione asked, her voice trembling slightly. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice even. "Did you… plan anything else without me? Like our wedding, perhaps?"
Ron didn't answer, and the line was silent. Hermione sighed in frustration. "Ron, if you don't tell me right now…"
"Fine," Ron blurted out, "Our wedding is on August 15th. I already picked the date, and booked it in Diagon Alley."
Hermione closed her eyes and felt them burn. She had never been more frustrated with Ron. For as long as she could remember, Ron had always consulted her before making decisions. Now he was doing everything on his own.
"Hermione," Ron pleaded, "Please don't be mad at me. I did it because I thought you'd appreciate that I'm finally doing something on my own instead of always relying on you."
"Our wedding," Hermione stated, trying not to let her anger show, "Is the one thing, Ron, that we are supposed to plan together. That's why it's called our wedding, instead of Ron's wedding."
Ron sighed. "All I did was pick the date and book the place."
"I thought you said we weren't going to get married right away!" Hermione exclaimed, aggravated. She was practically screaming now. "You told me that, Ron. Do promises mean nothing to you?
Hermione waited, but Ron didn't answer. Instead, he hung up the phone. Hermione sighed, closing her eyes. She didn't want to deal with this anymore. She didn't want to deal with any of it. Now she had to find something to wear.
Are you marrying Ron just because Harry rejected you? A voice inside Hermione's head asked. Hermione shook the thought away, but knew that it was the truth. Hermione didn't want to marry Ron Weasley one bit.
Hermione glanced at the picture frame of her and Harry, and a tear trickled down her cheek. If only things hadn't turned out the way that they had.
Hermione stared at the picture one more time, and at that moment, she knew what she had to do. Determined, she pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote until her hand was numb.
A/N: Okay, not that big of a cliffhanger, but I know you're still interested in reading the next button. PLEASE REVIEW. (: Sorry the chapter was a little short.