When Hermione meets the Internet

Part Three

A/N: No this isn't a humour Fic; it's emotional roller coaster of confusion. Enjoy! Now I'm imaging David like David Braithwaite in At Home With The Braithwaite! Mad! I kill George off in most of my fan fics, so Fred is shown more vulnerable. Thank you for the reviews!! I love you all!

Hermione let out a sob as the silver screen disintegrated into nothing, mere vapour. She sat on her bed neatly, observing a few red buses drive cross Vauxhall Bridge. Hermione noticed a small yacht sail swiftly down the Thames. "I'll talk to Fred." Hermione told herself, getting up, realising she felt generous, and wanted to hug as many people as possible.

Fred was in the spare room, she could hear his sobs. Hermione knocked on the door. "Fred, can I come in?"

"Fine," Hermione slipped in, trying desperately to feel better, and make Fred feel happy.

"Don't be silly, you're not fine!"

"I will be." Fred looked dismally at his feet; there was a nervous pause. "Oh who am I kidding?" He suddenly roared, making Hermione jump.

"Fred, tell me."

"Alright, well I don't feel me! I feel as though I'm not Fred Arthur Weasley anymore! I'm not being me; I feel so down, as if I'll never be happy again! It's like someone is draining me out of all of me!"

"It's George, he was, and still is a part of you! He won't want you crying about his death! He'll want you to spend all that money Harry gave you two on jokes, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes! Fred, it kills me to see you like this!"

"Herm', I can't just break from everything. I might forget about him!"

"That, is stupid! You're not going to forget about George, ever!"

"I know, I just dread that."

"Fred, I'm going downstairs, and getting you some chocolate ice-cream, it'll do you the world of good!" At that Hermione ran down stairs.

She bumped into her father as she opened the kitchen door. "Daddy!" Hermione exclaimed. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

"No Hermione. The computer is set up. And if you want your mother, or me we'll be in the surgery downstairs. Mrs Kline needs another filling, like her daughter Felicity. Five fillings already, and she is only six!" David said, pulling on a white overcoat.

"OK Daddy, see you later."

"Your eyes, they're red."

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just a bit sleepy, and that's all." Hermione lied, walked over to the Freezer. She pulled out a huge tub of soft chocolate ice-cream, she was sure Fred would devour with every mouthful.

Hermione scooped large spoonfuls of the delicate ice-cream into a sundae glass. She then topped it with gallons of hot chocolate fudge, and a sprinkle of chopped hazel nuts, and chocolate sprinkles. Hermione admired her work, and carefully put it on a silver tray with a glass of Coco-Cola, which Fred might like.

"Fred?" Hermione whispered, knocking on the door. "I've got your ice-cream. Fred was at the desk, looking very shaken. His eyes were extremely bloodshot, and sadness from his blue eyes was piercing though Hermione's heart.

"Hermione thanks. Not just for the ice cream, but also for being so kind, and friendly, so understanding, and trustworthy. I now see why Harry and Ron love your company! I thought you were just that trustworthy bookworm, but your much more!" Fred gave Hermione a quaint smile, and Hermione placed the silver tray on the desk beside Fred.

"Thank you Fred." Hermione forced a grin. "Now eat up, and have some of this Coco-Cola!"

"Coco' what?"

"It's a lovely Muggle drink, taste it!" Fred grabbed the glass with caution and sipped it carefully.

"Mmmm, tasty. It's all cold and bubbly! Not like smooth and warm Butterbeer!" Fred smiled again. "And this ice cream! Wow it's gorgeous!"

"So, any news?"

"Yes, come to think of it. When you were in the kitchen, Ron sent my Pig, with a letter for you. I haven't read it, but it must be news! He is in the wardrobe." Fred said, noticing Hermione's stricken gaze.

"The wardrobe?" Hermione walked over to the pine wardrobe, which she had presumed empty. She slowly opened the door, not knowing what sort of mood Pigwidgeon was in. Pig came flying out and dropped the letter oh Hermione's head, flying around excitedly. "I'll see you Fred." Hermione backed out of the room, and ran upstairs, to read Ron's letter.

Hermione ripped it open as soon as she reached her bed. It read

Dear Hermione,

Sorry I haven't written in a while, but terrible things have been happening since I came back from Hogwarts.

Well, Percy has gone mental, no he hasn't become a stripper, he has become, oh God how to put this, um well to put it, a Death Eater.

I don't know what to do! I'm crying here! Oh Hermione, I just want to leave, and I've got the bloody flu! Oh Hermione, Percy hasn't just become a Death Eater. He has done the most evil thing. The worst thing ever!

Well, we were eating dinner, and Percy just Apprated in to the kitchen, and, well oh, I'm crying again! He well, decided to prove his loyalty to You-Know-Who, by um killing George. HE KILLED GEORGE RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!! I HATE HIM! OH GOD I REALLY HATE HIM! Hermione, I don't know what is happening; George was just gone in a flash of green. His body normal, just dead right before our eyes. I've never felt sadness like it.

But Fred, that's the saddest thing, it's Fred. Fred was sitting next to George at dinner, and he went all white, his eyes just watered up, and she started to shake. He then just fainted.

I've never seen someone do that! I didn't know what to do or say. Fred was just blank, and motionless for days. He didn't leave George's body at all.

But Fred has gone. He has run away. We have no idea where he is; he could be dead for all we know!

See, life is crap. I can't take it. I may just kill myself. Help me Hermione! HELP!

I'm not writing to Harry, he'll have to much on his mind since Cedric's death, and everything. I don't want to ruin him.

Yours,

Ron Weasley.

PS. George's funeral is on the 18^th August. Please come. Please…

Hermione held the letter away from her face. Hot tears were rolling down her face; again she felt hatred, like no other. She screwed up her eyes and began to cry insanely.

A/N: Oh I'm crying my eyes out!!! Oh, I'm so mean! I always do this, always. I didn't mean for it t do this! I know it's not a romance, but it will be! She'll log on to the net soon!!! She has to!!

Disclaimer: Everyone, apart from David is JK Rowling's and now apparently Warner Bros. The chocolate Sundae is one I purchased in Selfridges last Sunday! So it's now mine, and so is the Coco-cola, the silver tray is my Mum and Dad's.

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