When Hermione meets the Internet

Part Four

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!

"I never knew, oh Ron!" Hermione cried, folding up the letter. She grabbed a tissue and wiped her eyes.

Hermione walked over to her desk and started to write to Ron.

Dear Ron,

I'm so sorry about George! I really need to give you a hug! Oh darling, are you alright? I know your not! Ron, don't worry! I miss you so much! I don't know what to say either!

But, I do have good news. Fred arrived at my house a few hours ago! He was all happy, and said everyone had the flu, and he didn't want to catch it. Then he told me, how Percy did that. What a bastard. See I can swear, but anyway.

Fred told me everything, but he didn't tell me George was killed like that, that is evil. I'm crying to, and come here Ron, Mum and Dad won't mind, they like Fred, and we've got plenty of room, Ginny could come too, give your parents a bit of space! Good idea?

I'll come to George's funeral, that's one thing I thought I'd never have to write, or say. And I'll make sure Fred comes.

I know your probably reading this right now, crying, I know you are. I know you to well. Well don't worry, I mean it. George won't want you lot moping around! Have fun, have some ice cream that would be what he wanted!

I'll see you.

Love Hermione, XXX OOO

Hermione put done her pen, and sobbed at what she had to write. She walked over to Eliza, her new owl, and attached the letter to it. Eliza hooted, and flew off into the sunset. "Well, I might go on that computer." She thought, reilising she had nothing better to do.

The study looked complete now. A big white computer had now filled the empty space on the desk. She sat herself down, and switched the Muggle device on, knowing instantly how to work everything.

She was logged on to the Internet in seconds, and typed in an address she saw on the television on Saturday night. www.trouble.co.uk mainly a chat site, for the TV channel, whuch she loved.

Hermione registered as 'Naughty*Witch' and began chatting to a boy called 'Web_Wizzard'

'Hi, how are you darling?' She typed, not knowing what to say.

'Fine, now that I've got you to chat to! ASL?' The reply from Web_Wizzard said. She thought for a moment, thinking what ASL meant, then it came to her.

'I'm nearly 16, I'm a girl, and I live in London, what about you?'

'Me? Well, I'm 17, male and I live in Surrey! Do you do Wicca?'

'No, I just like the sound of Naughty*Witch, it sounds like me!'

'Well, I know everything about the net!'

Hermione and Web_Wizzard continued to chat about nothing really for hours on end.

'So, what is your name?' Hermione decided to ask the lad.

'Well, looks like I have a bit of interest! Well, it's and don't laugh, Eugene!'

'I like that name, my name is unusual to, and it's Hermione!'

'Now, that is a sexy name! I like it! So I'll email you.'

'I don't have an email address! I'll just get one, what site should I go on? I have no idea!'

'Hotmail.com, another.com, they're the best! I'll still be here when you come back!'

'Thanks, see you in five Eugene!'

'Call me Gene @---- a rose for you!'

'Thanks Gene, and call me Hermi!' Hermione logged off the site, thinking about how sweet Gene was.

She got a strange address: realwitch@heyheyhey.co.uk which she found just weird, because it sounded weird! She told Gene it, and went up to see Fred.

Fred was sitting on his bed, having finished the ice cream and Coco-Cola. "Hi Fred, feeling any better?" Hermione said, still feeling the pain of George's death.

"A bit, the ice cream helped a lot, and you helped!" Fred grinned.

"Thanks. Do you want to have dinner, it's almost time for Who Wants To Be A Millionaire!" Hermione grinned, it was her favourite show.

"Dinner? Yes please! And what is Who Wants To Be A Millionaire exactly?"

"A game show, on telly! Chris Tarrent presents it, and you can win a million pounds, by answering a few questions."

"Sounds cool. What's for dinner then?"

"Chicken Tikka Massala! My favourite!"

"Sounds, er, nice!"

"Oh it is! It's very spicy!"

"Spicy? OK. But it's food!" Fred followed Hermione out of the bedroom and in to the Dining Room.

"Hello you two! You look a bit upset, what's wrong?" Lucy asked Fred and Hermione. Hermione glanced at Fred, who nodded.

"Mummy, there is more reason for Fred being here, it's not just an epidemic of flu at his home, it's worse. Do you want to tell them, or shall I?" Hermione said solemnly, keeping her tears away.

"You tell 'em." He whispered.

"Well, Percy, Fred's older brother, became a Death Eater, a follower of You-Know-Who, the one who killed Harry's parents, that loon. Well, he killed Fred's twin brother, George." Hermione found herself crying, and noticed Fred's head was hidden in his hands, and he was shaking.

"Fred dear, are you OK?" Lucy said, looking rather shocked.

"No." Fred's muffled voice croaked. Lucy got up and gave Fred a motherly hug, like Mrs Weasley would do.

"There, there. Would you like anything dear?"

"No, I'm just hungry."

"Alright, fell better?" Fred nodded, "OK, now eat up." Lucy smiled, and Hermione noticed, she had a tear in her eye.

Hermione noticed the eerie silence. "Um, Mummy, where is Daddy?" She said, changing the subject.

"Giving Miriam Colony a check-up, he'll be along soon. Now eat up you two!" Hermione poked at her chicken, and ate some, but despite its extreme spiciness, it didn't have any flavour. "Look, Hermione, we're missing Who Wants To Be A Millionaire!" Lucy suddenly said, looking at the grandfather clock. Lucy grabbed the remote and switched over to ITV.

Chris Tarrent was all chirpy and talking to a man with thick black glasses and grey hair.

"Let's play Who Wants To Be A Millionaire!" Chris grinned, getting comfortable in his chair. "For £100, which of these is a famous artist? A: Turner, B: Spinner, C: Twister or D: Whirler?"

"It's A, Turner Chris." The contestant said, positively.

"Are you sure? Is that your final answer Graham?"

"Yes, I'm sure!"

"It's the right answer!" Graham, the contestant laughed joyfully, and went on to £200.

"And what is so great about this?" Fred asked, as Hermione and Lucy started at the TV screen.

"Everything…" Lucy said faintly.

"Don't mind her Fred, she just fancies Chris Tarrent!" Hermione grinned. Fred laughed, this time a genuine happy laugh.

"Very funny." Fred laughed, looking happy for the first time in ages. Hermione smiled at Fred, and felt something jolt somewhere in her body, a good feeling, an appreciated feeling.

A/N: A lot happier? Yah? She is now on the Internet!! Yahoo! The email address does not exist; so don't even bother emailing someone! WWTBAM is one of my fave shows, so I put it in, weird, but it's part of English custom that game

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to JKR and WB, apart from Lucy and David. Chris Tarrent is himself, Graham, is just Graham, and wont ever belong to me, and who would want to belong to someone like that? Who Wants To be a millionaire belongs to ITV I think!

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