A.N This is the sequel to Secrets Withheld, so I HIGHLY recommend that you read that one first or you'll have no idea what's going on in this one. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: No own.
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Hermione knocked on the door. Viktor had given her a chauffeur to drive her around while she was at home. She didn't go to her family's house, since she had promised Ron that she would visit him.
The door opened to reveal a sleepy George..Or was it Fred. Harry came down the stairs and yawned. He did a double take when he saw Hermione.
"Hermione, what are you doing here? I thought you were in Bulgaria with Krum," Harry said groggily.
"Ron's going to tell you that he told you so," George (it was George) said.
"No he's not," Hermione said, stepping into the house. She turned back and signaled that the chauffeur could leave.
Ron walked out the kitchen. "What are you doing here?" he said coldly.
"I came to visit like I said I would," she told him.
"Did Vicky kick you out?" he asked, his voice like ice.
"No, he brought me home. I have plans to make."
"Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley walked out of the kitchen and hugged Hermione. "Ron said you weren't going to be here!"
"I was in Bulgaria, but now I'm back." Everyone sat down at the kitchen table, Hermione and Mrs. Weasley being the only two fully awake.
Hermione fingered her diamond engagment ring that had "I will always love you" engraved on the band. Viktor had had it custom made for her. "I came back for a few reasons. I would've stayed longer, but Viktor reminded me that we have a lot of plans to make."
Everyone looked interested now. "What sort of plans?" Ron asked.
"Engagement plans," she answered simply.
"Engagement plans? Whatever for?" Harry asked.
"Viktor and I are getting married."
"WHAT??" That was Ron. Who else. "What do you mean you're marrying this guy. You haven't even known him that long. In fact you didn't even know he existed a year ago!"
"But I love him," Hermione said softly.
"That's what they all say, Hermione. Take my advice and tell him no," Ron yelled. "He only wants you for your body! He doesn't love you! He's a b******!"
She stood up, angered all over her face. "Don't you ever, EVER, call him that again! Ron, you listen to me. I love him and he loves me. I'm not stupid! And another thing, he is perfect for me! We're communicate. We are happy! Don't spoil it for us, Ron!" Hermione stormed out of the Weasley house, tears of anger flowing down her
pretty face.
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Rather dramatic, I must say, but that's the way the fic rolls. *watches fic roll down hill* Yup, that's the way it rolls.
REVIEW!!!!!
Review!
Queen of Fluff
Disclaimer: No own.
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Hermione knocked on the door. Viktor had given her a chauffeur to drive her around while she was at home. She didn't go to her family's house, since she had promised Ron that she would visit him.
The door opened to reveal a sleepy George..Or was it Fred. Harry came down the stairs and yawned. He did a double take when he saw Hermione.
"Hermione, what are you doing here? I thought you were in Bulgaria with Krum," Harry said groggily.
"Ron's going to tell you that he told you so," George (it was George) said.
"No he's not," Hermione said, stepping into the house. She turned back and signaled that the chauffeur could leave.
Ron walked out the kitchen. "What are you doing here?" he said coldly.
"I came to visit like I said I would," she told him.
"Did Vicky kick you out?" he asked, his voice like ice.
"No, he brought me home. I have plans to make."
"Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley walked out of the kitchen and hugged Hermione. "Ron said you weren't going to be here!"
"I was in Bulgaria, but now I'm back." Everyone sat down at the kitchen table, Hermione and Mrs. Weasley being the only two fully awake.
Hermione fingered her diamond engagment ring that had "I will always love you" engraved on the band. Viktor had had it custom made for her. "I came back for a few reasons. I would've stayed longer, but Viktor reminded me that we have a lot of plans to make."
Everyone looked interested now. "What sort of plans?" Ron asked.
"Engagement plans," she answered simply.
"Engagement plans? Whatever for?" Harry asked.
"Viktor and I are getting married."
"WHAT??" That was Ron. Who else. "What do you mean you're marrying this guy. You haven't even known him that long. In fact you didn't even know he existed a year ago!"
"But I love him," Hermione said softly.
"That's what they all say, Hermione. Take my advice and tell him no," Ron yelled. "He only wants you for your body! He doesn't love you! He's a b******!"
She stood up, angered all over her face. "Don't you ever, EVER, call him that again! Ron, you listen to me. I love him and he loves me. I'm not stupid! And another thing, he is perfect for me! We're communicate. We are happy! Don't spoil it for us, Ron!" Hermione stormed out of the Weasley house, tears of anger flowing down her
pretty face.
*****
Rather dramatic, I must say, but that's the way the fic rolls. *watches fic roll down hill* Yup, that's the way it rolls.
REVIEW!!!!!
Review!
Queen of Fluff