CH 14

I stepped out the other end.

"Ginny!" I called, the young witch hopped into the room her hair flying behind her.

"Hey Mione, what's up?" she asked hugging me tightly.

"I needed to talk," I said bluntly.

"About…" Ginny coaxed. I flopped into a nearby chair.

"My marriage is over," I told her miserably, she sat down mouth hanging open.

"What? Why?" I started to explain leaving Fred as just a man not wanting to hear what Ginny would say about it. She listened intently letting everything sink in.

"Can't you give him another chance?" she asked once I'd finished.

"No Gin, I just don't see a future for us," I said exasperated.

"Come on Mione your going through a rough patch but you can't just give up, I'm sure you'll feel better once you and Ron have a kid," I almost choked on air.

"What makes you think we're having any kids?"

"Well it might make things better," she said innocently.

"No Gin it will probably make it worse, and then I will be dragging a child through it!" I threw back.

"Calm down Mione, its just I don't want to lose you," Ginny sobbed.

"What? Lose me how would you lose me? We've been friends for so long,"

"Yeah but you won't be my sister and I'm Ron's sister I need to stick by him,"

"I understand but I can't keep this up because you want me to,"

"Just wait until after my wedding please? I don't want things to be awkward,"

"Fine," Ginny always managed to leave me feeling defeated I didn't know how Harry coped.

"I've gotta go, I'll see you Saturday," I said hugging her quickly and flooing home.

I wasn't home long but I couldn't let Ginny know where I was really going.

"Weasley Wizard Wheezes," I said almost as soon as I got home.

I stepped out hearing shouting.

"No we're out of Skieving Snack-boxes,"

"Be careful with the pygmy puffs!" I laughed to myself walking down to the shop. There were children running back and froth, parents trying to explain what they were looking for and Fred, George and Verity were running around frantically trying to keep things in order. Fred saw me as I came down and smiled broadly at me.

"Hermione!" he shouted gleefully, bounding over to me knocking children to the floor as he did. George looked over with a deathly glare. "Hey," Fred said as quietly as possibly but still having to shout.

"Can we talk!" I shouted back, he took my hand and lead me upstairs, I had a sense of obvious de ja vu.

"Wow two visits in a matter of days, I'm touched," he smirked.

"Fred we have to…" I started seriously.

"No," he interrupted bluntly.

"You don't even know what I'm going to say!" I argued.

"Something along the lines of 'we have to end it' and 'I want to give my marriage another chance', am I close,"

"Yes," I grumbled, "But I really do want my marriage to work,"

"No you don't,"

"What?"

"Its interesting when you visit your beloved sister and hear her talking to your brother's wife about getting a divorce isn't it," his smirk grew ten times.

"You heard,"

"Everything. And now I know that isn't what you want I'm going to fight for us," he finished and turned away storming back to the shop in the way only a Weasley twin could.

"Arse," I muttered.