Till There Was You
Chapter 12:
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A/N: Once again…..I'm sorry
Hermione gazed into the mirror at her reflection. Her full, snow-white gown fit her perfectly. It was three weeks before the wedding and everyone was crammed into the tailor's for their final fittings. Everyone but Ron. Since he'd be coming home for good the next weekend, he'd decided to stay in France until then, and make sure all the lose ends were tied up.
Hermione heard a short blast of the bustle going on outside her dressing room and then heard the door shut.
"Everyone's waiting to…Wow." Fred stopped short as Hermione turned towards him. She blushed lightly. "You look…I mean…. Wow," he gaped at her.
"I could say the same for you," she grinned and Fred took the opportunity to model his tuxedo. She broadened her smile and turned back towards the mirror. Fred came up behind her and joined her reflection in the mirror. She entwined her fingers in his, still gazing into the mirror, and sadness washed over her.
"Do you suppose this is what looking into the mirror of Erised is like?"
"I'd imagine so," he said, looking into the mirror with her. Hermione turned away sharply and broke her hand away from Fred's.
"We have a week left," she said.
"I know."
"I don't know if I can do this," Hermione confessed.
"We planned in Mione."
"Planning on it doesn't mean I'll actually be able to walk away from this in seven days. How we supposed to just forget?"
"We're not. We just have to move past it, that's all. But stop worrying. Right now all I want us to do, is live the next seven days the best that we can." Hermione smiled at Fred. "Now come on! Everyone wants to see you." Fred took Hermione by the arm and led her out of the dressing room.
The next week seemed to fly by, no matter how badly Hermione wished it would last forever.
The days were filled with movies, stolen kisses, dances, and woodworks, as Hermione and Fred tried to be together as much as possible and reminisced about the past few months. Before Hermione realized it, it was Thursday. Their final Thursday. For the past sixth months Thursday had been their night, and they were yet to not spend one together.
When Hermione returned to her room after her shower she found Fred sprawled out on her bed staring at the ceiling. She stared at him for a moment before he said anything.
"Did you know that you have a crack in your ceiling in the shape of a golden snitch?"
"I always thought it was an angel," she said, not needing to look up.
Fred glanced up again as if considering the suggestion, but then shook his head in disagreement.
"No look. Come here," he said as he scooted over so she could join him in the bed. "See there? The circle. And the it has wings on either side of it.," he traced the cracks through the air with his pointer finger as he showed them to Hermione.
"Yes but see that lighter crack right below? It's the angel's dress. The ball is her head, and the wings are well, her wings."
Fred cocked his head and examined the crack again. "Yeah I guess you're right."
"I know I'm right. She's my guardian angel."
Fred smiled at her. "Just one of the many things I love about you."
"And what would that be?"
"You're so rational. You always work things of precisely or make the smart decision. But then you do things like convince yourself a crack in your ceiling is your guardian angel."
"Or start a torrid love affair with my fiancée's older brother?"
Fred grinned and toyed with the tie on Hermione robe.
'What do you want to do tonight?" he asked.
"Honestly? I think I'd like to just stay in," she looked over at him.
He tilted his head to look back at her. "I couldn't agree more."
Staying in was what Hermione and Fred did for the next three days. Monday morning Hermione woke with a horrible feeling in her stomach. That was it. It was over. Ron would be coming home in the afternoon and everything that had happened with Fred would officially be the past.
Hermione's eyes looked on sadly as Fred drifted into consciousness.
"This is the last time we'll ever wake up like this."
Fred pulled her closer.
"Somehow, I can't seem to believe that," he replied.
Hermione looked up at him with a serious look on her face.
"Fred I need you to promise me that you won't try and stop this from ending.. I need you to promise that you'll leave things the way we agreed."
"That's not what I meant by saying I didn't believe it Mione. All I meant was that with all our talks and planning, I never really thought that the day would come when it would all just be over."
"Fred you didn't promise me."
"Why is that so important Mione? Cause truthfully, I very well could get into a jealous rage and beg you to change all our plans."
"No! Fred I need you to promise me that you won't do that. Because if you do…I don't trust myself to say no."
Fred stared and Hermione's distraught face before giving in.
"I promise," he whispered.
And that was it. Hermione left the room after that, not being able to bare really saying goodbye. Ron surprised her by arriving home just as she was sitting down to breakfast with Harry and Ginny. Luckily he'd been to excited about finally being home for good to notice the redness of Hermione's eyes, or that she was trembling when she hugged him or the looks on Harry and Ginny's faces.
Fred entered the kitchen not long after Ron arrived home and a horrible tension suddenly made everyone but Ron very uncomfortable. Hermione glanced around the room. Harry was looking at her and Fred with a sad look in his eyes and Ginny fidgeted uncomfortably in her chair. Fred silently poured himself a bowl of cereal avoiding eye contact with her and Ron chatted on, clueless to everything going on around him.
Hermione slowly felt herself collapse into the chair she had been sitting in as it dawned on her. This was her life. This was the way, thing were always going to be.
A/N: Okay I'm so sorry guys I know it took forever and to top it off this is a really short chapter (it's sort of a transition chapter).I really had a lot to work out with this story though. Somewhere along the line it got a little off track and I sort of lost my inspiration for it. However, I've planned out exactly what needs to happen in the remaining chapters and I think I've finally gotten everything straightened out enough to start posting more consistently again. Thanks for being patient.
Love,
Bella
