When Hermione meets the Internet.
Hermione kept her eyes closed once Fred had kissed her. "I love you." Fred whispered in her ear, Hermione started to tingle, and she felt all happy and crazed with this new emotion.
"Fred!" Hermione gasped, her eyes still shut. "I don't know what to say."
"That's enough." Fred kissed her hair softly, and hugged her tightly.
Hermione walked down the muddy path to a small marquee in the Weasley's vast garden, she was still in shock from Fred's kiss, but still the sadness for Fred and herself was terrific.
"Hermione!" Somebody shouted, awakening her from her thoughts. She spun around and saw a small teenager with messy black hair; Harry Potter.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, and she ran over to her friend and embraced him in a hug. "I've missed you so much!"
"So have I!" Harry said, his black hair soaking wet.
"How are you?"
"Cedric's death keeps on going over in my mind." Harry mumbled, not looking Hermione in the eye.
"It wasn't your fault!"
"Yeah." Harry slouched off to the marquee, leaving Hermione in the drizzling rain.
Hermione made her way to the marquee, and inside was like a shine for George! There were candles, photos of George grinning, laughing, smiling, giggling, flying and cheering, flowers and lots of people, mostly with red-hair.
Hermione found a seat near the front and waited to be joined by someone, for she felt quite ridiculous.
She waited for someone to come, but no one did, and the funeral had started. She could hear four men were carrying the coffin that held the remainders of George's body, for she knew she would see Fred and Ron, then Bill and Charlie. Hermione didn't want to turn around; she knew she would see Hermione could hear gasps, not sobs behind her, she didn't know what the congregation were gasping about, but Hermione felt the inkling to turn around, and she too gasped.
Tears were rushing down Fred's pale face, and on his shoulders was a glass coffin containing George's masticated body. Ron looked pretty shaken too, he looked in shock more then anything else, but Ron was strong, and he wouldn't cry in front of so many people.
George was wearing a bright blue suit, with a pale yellow shirt and red trainers, exactly what Fred was wearing. But George's face was different.
Chunks of it had been torn away, his small nose was barely there anymore, his mouth that had told all those joke, planned all those tricks and had laughed so constantly…
It was Percy who did it, and the hate bubbled up inside of Hermione as she thought of what Percy had done to his own family and friends…
"We all know who did this grotesque murder, a family member, a brother, a hard-worker, a friend and a son. It was a horrific murder; a murder some of us hope will never have touched upon us again.
So now we lay George Arthur Weasley into the earth, his body may be gone, but his spirit will never leave us.
Good bye George, my son." Arthur Weasley said the last words as George's coffin was put into the ground in the Orchard near he Burrow.
"George, make sure you make everyone in heaven wet themselves with laughter!" Fred said, speaking for the first time at the funeral, tears still pouring out of his eyes, but he had a small grin on his freckled face, he raised his head and gave Hermione a small wink and nodded over to the house in the distance. Hermione felt her face contract and smile back, Fred's face lightening up….
Hermione lay on Fred's bed staring at the sun, which was making an entrance through the clouds, and setting a rainbow over the Orchard, very symbolic Hermione thought.
Her blue dress was spread over the light blue quilt cover like a veil, but it was wet from the torrential downpour earlier.
Hermione was alone in the blue room, Fred had told her to wait up here for some odd reason, and she felt insecure too.
"Hermione?" Fred cooed, coming into his bedroom holding a bundle of blankets.
"Yes, you called?" Hermione said, smiling at Fred.
"Aye, I did." Fred winked at Hermione again; he dumped the blankets and sat down beside Hermione. "I love you so much." Fred started to play with Hermione's hair with one hand and the other…
"Fred, what are you doing?" Hermione gasped, removing Fred's left hand from her body.
"I thought you loved me!" Fred protested, he looked terribly hurt.
"Fred, don't get mad, I do love you." Fred gave her the puppy dog eyes, his pale blue eyes were irresistible, and Hermione lent over and kissed Fred full on the lips.
Hermione woke up feeling very sleepy, she looked around the room, and realised she was in Fred's bedroom, lying on his squashy bed. She looked to her left and saw a red headed boy lying beside her, Fred Weasley.
"Fred?" Hermione whispered, Fred turned over and looked at Hermione, but it wasn't Fred.
"Hello Hermione!" It was Percy, smiling tranquilly.
"HELP!" Hermione yelled, clambering out of the bed, pulling her dress on over her body. "Get out of here you scum!" Hermione cried, hot tears of hate streaming out of her eyes. "I hate you!" She screamed, and someone opened the door behind Hermione, Ron his eyes ablaze.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" Ron yelled, pulling out his wand. "I HATE YOU SO MUCH!" Percy sat down on the stool by Fred's desk and smiled at Hermione serenely, but he had an evil glint in his eyes.
"Hermione, you are the best girl I have ever been to bed with!" Percy cackled, enjoying the pain he has inflicted upon these people.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Hermione cried, sitting down on the floor, holding Ron's stiff leg, and crying into it.
"Ron?" Bill had come in; he watched the scene flash between his eyes. "What is going on?" Bill looked from Ron, to Hermione sobbing into Ron's leg and to Percy who was smiling in the corner.
"I don't know exactly Bill." Ron growled, looking at Percy with more hatred then anything. Bill looked at Hermione and bent down to talk to her.
"Hermione, what did Percy do to you?" Bill asked, keeping his cool.
"I – I thought he was Fred."
"Fred? Why did you think it was Fred?"
"It was Fred, I know a Fred when I see one, he must of used Polyjuice potion." Hermione sobbed, still not letting go of Ron's leg, or looking up at Bill.
"So what happened exactly?"
"Can't you guess?" She sobbed.
"Bill, can't you do this later?" Ron said, all concern on Hermione.
"Alright." Bill said, muttering a spell, binding cords around Percy, then grabbing him by the waist and dragging him downstairs.
Molly Weasley was cleaning some dishes whilst talking to Harry about George when Bill came in with Percy; and Ron came in, hugging Hermione.
"Bill?" Mrs Weasley asked, looking at her longhaired son, then to what he was holding. "PERCY!"
"Oh, the mother strikes back!" Percy said cruelly.
"Why are you in my house?"
"I was only paying Hermione a visit." He said, still being restrained by Bill.
"Percy, you are scum in this household, a scab, a worthless piece of junk, you deserve to die, but I would never kill my own son!" Molly cried, tears running down her face.
A bump from upstairs broke the tension in the room, followed by a series of bumps and crashes.
"What's that?" Bill asked his mother, Molly shrugged.
"It's coming from Ginny's bedroom." Molly said quietly. "Stay with Percy, Bill, Ron, Hermione come with me."
Hermione opened her eyes again and saw Harry looking dumbfounded at the table; she refused to believe what had just happened to her, but next thing she knew she was in a pale pink bedroom.
Ginny looked shocked to see someone in her bedroom, "Mummy, why are you here with Ron and Hermione?" She asked in a flat voice, her eyes red and puffy.
"I heard a bump." Molly said, looking around the room. "Shh!"
"HELP!" Someone shouted, it was quite muffled, and it was coming from Ginny's wardrobe.
"Fred?" Hermione croaked, she let go of Ron and ran over to Ginny's Victorian wardrobe and pulling the heavy doors open.
"Hermione!" Fred gasped blowing some undies off his face.
"Oh God Fred!" Tears continued to flow from Hermione's eyes. "What happened?" Hermione didn't wait for an answer; she bent down and embraced him in a long passionate kiss.
Author's Note:
See, it wasn't my last one! J And I still haven't finished!
The exams were easy, now I have GCSEs (God damn it!)
Creepy story eh? I don't know whether I like it or not, it's weird!
I have got a lot of complaints about George's death (you know who you are) but I'll make it up to you by…. I don't know suggest something by emailing me at choc_heven@hotmail.com thank you.
I shall do more!
Draco goes all soppy (bless him)
More Hogwarts fights
And mothers kill Percy feat. Lucy Granger!