There's A Thin Line Between Love & Hate
Six
You know we've all been hurt before
Hermione Granger Weasley settled herself on the couch, a paper towel wrapped around her eyes. The crying and wailing of her little baby, Caressa, was still irritating her beyond belief. Sighing, she got up and wrapped Caressa in her arms, rocking her back and forth slowly. The crying decreased quickly, and Caressa let out a small burp, and gave a little sigh before she settled herself to sleep again. Congratulating herself lovingly, Hermione put the baby back in her small bed, and locked the door and placed a silencing charm there with a simple wave of her wand.
"God damnit, Ron," she muttered, eyeing a bottle of butterbeer that had spilled across the table, a reminder of her lazy husband. Ronald Weasley was across the world by now, in search of remaining Death Eaters hiding out in America. It had been three weeks since she had last heard from him, but the letters that he had sent by owl encouraged her greatly that he was still alive.
Putting her reading glasses on, she unwrapped the most recent letter that she had gotten from him.
Dear Mione,
How's Caressa? I can just see you scowling at me. Well don't, just be grateful I made it in for the birth. Anytime you need me, just apparate. But remember, only when I tell you it's safe. No sight of death eaters yet, though the villagers swore they saw cloaked people charging across their lands. We had an unruly incident with some dementors along the way, but no need to worry, Hermione. How's Ginny and Harry? Good, I hope. Remember to remind me if Caressa does anything interesting. Oh, don't give me that look. I mean, laugh or crawl or walk. She may only be weeks old, but I still want to know. Don't worry, me and my group are highly armed with wands and special wizarding devices that warn us for safety. I'll be home in a week, I suppose.
Send love to sis and best friend,
love,
Ron
Hermione sighed, folding the letter in half and placing it on the table nearby. Getting up for a well needed nap, she suddenly heard a small knock on the door. Groaning, she swung it open, and there standing there, was Harry. She would have been excited, but she had seen him before, just yesterday, damnit, when they had shared a welcoming kiss and friendly hug.
"Harry, how nice of you to stop by," lied Hermione, grinding her teeth.
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"Care for some wine, mm?" offered Charles heartily. Ginny nodded her head, smiling.
In a moment or so, two wineglasses filled with white wine was placed on the table, awaiting. Ginny sipped it slowly, but Charles didn't touch his.
"What brings you here, Ginny?"
Sipping a little before she answered, she frowned and shrugged.
"I just needed to get away from the house, you know. Harry's practically suffocating me," she explained meekly.
Charles raised his eyebrows.
"Ginny, I've known you half of my life. I know it's not just that," he said, eyeing the gold band on her finger pointedly.
"Oh, Charles, you know me all too well! Oh all right. Everything's messed up!" Ginny exclaimed dramatically, and launched into a brief summary of how her life had gone wrong in just a few days.
"I see," he merely replied, sipping shrewdly on his wine before putting the glass down quietly.
"Thanks for the advice," she said sarcastically.
"Your welcome."
"Oh God, Charles, I really need some help! Help me!" Ginny desperately pleaded.
"All right. I know this is going to sound foolishly corny, but, you really do have to listen to your heart this time. Getting divorced isn't a bad thing, it's just an adventure you wish to end. And getting on with your marriage and letting go of someone else isn't that bad either, if you find the right way to handle it," Charles said, sipping. He leaned close to Ginny's face and squeezed her cheek with one hand. "And of course, throwing it all away and running away with me isn't such a bad idea either," he said softly.
Ginny leaned foward, catching her lips in a brush against his cheek, and he moved so that they're lips were touching again. It was a rather intense moment, and Ginny decided to ravish the feeling of complete awareness in her lips. She closed her eyes, and felt his soft lips move away, and she timidly blinked, her smile vanishing.
There was no burn on her lips like before, like when Draco kissed her, or the spicy feeling of her being flooded in his arms. The only feeling she felt was a lurch in her chest, and she knew quickly it was a tinge of guilt and nervousness.
"Oh Ginny, what happend to us?" Charles voiced what she was thinking.
Ginny looked up into his eyes with her big, brown ones and sighed. "You ruined it, Charles. You ruined it," she muttered, her fingers wrapping around his.
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"Talking to Draco Malfoy is not that easy, 'Mione, you don't know him that well. One minute in lunch with him as a friendly gesture is a living hell. I'd like to see you do it."
Hermione Weasley and Harry Potter, two best friends sat on a couch in Hermione's living room, chatting. Well actually, Harry was doing most of the chatting while Hermione was trying to keep her eyes open.
"I never said it was easy, but you at least should be civil to each other," she managed to murmer back.
"How can I be civil about the man that stole my wife away?" Harry asked coldly.
Hermione grinded her teeth. "He didn't steal her away, Harry! She was never yours! She was Draco's, and Draco's alone!" she snapped.
Harry seemed to be taken back by Hermione's explosion.
"I am sorry, Harry, I didn't mean that," his best friend said softly.
"No. Your right. She was never mine," Harry repeated quietly, getting up.
"I'll leave you alone now. Let me know when Ron comes back," he said, closing the door to Hermione's house before she could say another word.
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It was supposed to be a lonely, intimate moment as the couple held hands, each eyeing each other nervously, waiting for the other to say something.
Then suddenly, the room began to blur a bit. As Ginny blinked, the vision changed.
"Someone's trying to locate us," Charles detected. "I've seen this charm before. A Locator Charm...don't worry, it'll only take a second."
It did take a second. Wondering who on earth would be trying to find them, there was a sudden pop to the answer.
Draco Malfoy stood, gaping the couple.
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That's not..a cliffhanger, is it? Hope not. Oh alright, it is, but its not that much of a cliffy. Sorry this was a boring chapter. But I had to write it because guess what!! 100 members have me on their favorite author's list at last!!! I was going to update next week, but today is a very special day, in which I reached the 100th! I feel like crying of happiness! Watch out for the next chapter, and thank you all so much if you have me on your favorite's list.
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