Holding Ron at last was a relief for Hermione. She didn't want to leave
him, or let him go, she couldn't, he was safe… She slowly opened her eyes and
saw Fred.
He gave her a
crestfallen frown and waved goodbye. Hermione sprang up, grabbed Ron's hand and
ran down the steep stairs down to Fred.
"Hermione?" Ron gave
her a startled look; she shrugged, and nearly tripped down the stairs to talk
to Fred.
"Hermione, leave me
alone!" Fred yelled, hurling his bag over his shoulders, and heading for the
front door. "I'm going."
"Fred, you leave?"
Ron spat, with a look of shock on his face. "Come on, I haven't seen you all
summer!" Fred froze, and slowly turned to look at Ron. Hermione froze staring
into Fred's warm eyes, but they were disguised; they were squinted, and had a
tear just popping out of the corner of his eye.
"Ron," Fred said it
with such a vengeance that made Hermione shiver. "I'm going through a terrible
experience." His voice broke off. Ron looked at Fred in amazement.
"I know, but don't leave.
People around you love you, George would not want you acting like this!" Ron's
voice was shaky now, Hermione felt torn between the two. She got that feeling
of butterflies in her tummy when she thought of Fred, and she had exactly the
same feeling when she thought of Ron.
"Ron, I know George
wouldn't want me moping around and feeling like a dead fish, but I can't help
it! I feel nothing with out my twin!" Fred yelled, spraying his little brother
with saliva.
"Fred, don't leave."
Hermione gave Fred a warming look; Fred sat on the floor and grabbed Hermione's
hand.
"I must!" There was a
crazed look in Fred's eyes, Hermione thought best to leave him.
"Fine, go then!" Ron
roared, and at that he stormed upstairs.
*
Hermione looked at her computer. It had started to gather dust, as she
hadn't been on it in such a long time.
She felt an urge to go
on, and connect to the Internet, she had to, it was etched in the back of her
brain.
A whirring sound, and
some beeps surrounded her as the computer started up. "What's that you got
there?" Ron asked, coming into the room.
"A computer." Hermione
said, gazing at the monitor. "You can play games and talk to people. It's
really interesting."
"I imagine," he said
sarcastically, rolling his eyes back. "The letter." Those words made Hermione
jump.
"Oh, the letter." She
spun round on her chair to face Ron, his face gaunt and blank. "Yeah, the
letter. Ron, I don't know what to say."
"Well something would
help!" Ron made his way over to the desk and sat on it. "I do love you, you
know."
"Mmmm." Hermione
gurgled. She seemed to of lost her voice, and she was clueless for the first
time in her life.
"Well?"
"Ron, just because you
love me, it doesn't mean I love you."
"I know, but do you
even like me?"
"Yes, I like you, I
like you a lot, better then Harry! But I don't know who I love!"
"Damn you!" Ron
shouted. He stormed off.
*
Hermione played with her piece of chicken, staring at it with mournful
eyes. "Hermione, what is it?" Her mother soothed, looking at Hermione, then
taking a glance at Rom, who was at the other end of the table.
"Oh, nothing." Hermione
mumbled, she could see Ron in the corner of her eye.
"Tell me later."
Pure crap! I hate this, but I was determined to finish it! I was listening to Coldplay and came up with this. Its crap, so sue me!
Dedicated to Sam and Maria, you know who you are! J