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Confused Chapter 2By Blood57
(3rd person P.O.V.)
"Ron, what are you getting all worked up about?" Hermione asked curiously.
"You knew," Ron said, his eyes flaring as he lifted a finger and pointed it towards Fred, "I can't believe it! You KNEW all along and...and you still- you...my own brother... -" Ron ran out of the room angrily, slamming the door behind him.
"What was that all about?" Hermione asked as Fred looked at the floor guiltily.
"Hermione, I thought that you would have figured it out by now," Fred said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What?" Hermione snapped impatiently. "Sorry," she said, biting her lip. "What?" she said more gently.
"Ron had a major crush on you," Fred said, looking at an open-mouthed Hermione.
"WHAT!?" Hermione said.
"You honestly didn't know?" Fred asked slowly. Hermione shook her head, her eyes wide with shock. That's why he's always been asking me to help him with his homework, ALONE, AWAY from the common room…Oh my GOD – Harry always mentioned that Ron had been eyeing me differently since the beginning of last year, and he nearly beat the living hell out of Viktor Krum after he invited me to spend the summer at his house. Hermione's thoughts were racing. Everything stood before her, like a jigsaw puzzle waiting to be put together. And slowly, the pieces were coming together, unraveling themselves in her mind.
"Hermione," Fred said, waving a hand in front of her face.
"Hmmm?" Hermione asked, snapping out of her thoughts.
"I'm going to go talk to Ron," he said, getting up to leave. He looked over to see if Hermione was okay, but she still seemed to be in a dazed mode. Shaking his head slightly, Fred left to go talk to Ron.
"Hermione!" she heard someone screaming her name. She got up from the bed, and looked down the hallway. A very angry red-haired girl was holding up the black thong that had been the cause of much chaos just moments before.
"Why did you touch my stuff?!" Ginny burst out angrily.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked innocently.
"You know perfectly well what I mean!" Ginny said crossly, shaking the thong around in her quivering hand as though it were a weapon.
"Ginny, I honestly don't know what you're -" Hermione began, but was cut in by Ginny's sudden sob. The girl was weeping about a misplaced thong? Hermione asked herself. And she thinks that's the worst of her problems? Think again, G.W. Hermione smiled at the new nickname she had just thought of for Ginny.
"Why are you smiling?" Ginny sobbed again, storming into her room and slamming the door shut.
Ginny's acting really weird, Hermione thought, what did I do wrong? It seemed that today just wasn't a day for Hermione.
"What's all this noise!?" Percy stuck his head out of his room and looked annoyingly at Hermione. She looked down at the floor.
"Ginny was just having hysteria attacks," Hermione said as she watched Percy's face soften.
"Is she alright?" He asked, in a voice that was much unlike his own. Hermione nodded, and muttered a hurried excuse to leave.
"Ginny," Hermione said loudly, knocking on her door, "Open the door!" To Hermione's surprise, the door sprung open and she fell forward. Getting up, her eyes traveled up to meet Ginny's. They were red, as though she had been crying, which she had been, Hermione reminded herself.
"Ginny, what's going on?" Hermione asked.
"I – I – I… I don't want you to steal Fred!" Ginny finally managed to say.
"WHAT!?" Hermione said, which was the only word that her brain had registered in her vocabulary for the past hour or so.
"Oh, come off it! You're always just happening to notice all the little details about Fred, and visa versa. I may be young, but I'm not dumb!" Ginny yelled the last part.
So Fred has been noticing me before last night…hmmm…interesting. Maybe he had a crush on me before the whole dream thing, Hermione thought to herself.
"Ginny, we didn't…you know, we just fell asleep in the same bed. That ALL!" Hermione said, making sure Ginny got the hint.
"Fred is the only one who actually notices me and bothers to talk to me," Ginny said.
"Ginny, you know that's NOT true!" Hermione said firmly. Ginny looked angrily at the floor.
"Look, just forget about it!" Ginny said.
"I will NOT!" Hermione said, "Look, I'm telling you, NOTHING happened between me and Fred! No one is going to steal him away from you. And he's not the only one who notices you!" Ginny nodded. "Why were you so upset about the thong?" Hermione asked. Ginny inhaled a sharp breath.
"I planted it in your bed," Ginny whispered.
"You WHAT!?" Hermione said. Well, at least my vocabulary had expanded to include the word "you", Hermione thought grimly.
"You guys were always talking about each other, I would have bet my life on it that you two were secretly engaged or something," she began to explain.
So Fred has also been talking about me non-stop, Hermione made a mental note to herself.
"So I planted it there. I know it was stupid, and I know that I got you two in trouble, but I didn't know what to do, and I was just, I don't know," she said, shrugging, "Stupid," she said, as if it was a question. Hermione sighed heavily.
"If you guys started going out, then there would be no one for me to be with," she said sadly.
"We're NOT going out!" Hermione said, trying to comfort Ginny while secretly praying that she sounded convincing enough to pull it off. "And that's NOT true!" Hermione was starting to get annoyed. Ginny just wasn't getting it.
"Ron is going to be there for you, and so is Fred and George. And if you ever need anyone to talk to you can also come to Harry or me. And if it's really that bad, you can always owl your mum and dad and Bill and Charlie and Percy. You know that Ginny, right?" Ginny just nodded. "Then I don't see what the problem is," Hermione said. "Are you okay now?" she asked.
"As long as you aren't going out with Fred, I'm fine," Ginny said. Ooohhh… Hermione thought, that's not good. If Fred and me are going to – wait, no - correction, WHEN Fred and me are going to go out, she'll find out. Then again, oh, I don't know, I mean - Should I tell her now? If I do, she'll have another fit, but if I don't, she'll think I betrayed her trust and friendship when she DOES find out. Well, maybe she won't find out. Hhhmmm – what to do???
Hermione didn't have to think about it much longer because at that point, George walked in.
"Mum said to go downstairs for dinner," and with that, he left just as quickly as he came.
"I need to go to the bathroom," Ginny said quickly, and walked out of there quickly, leaving a very confused Hermione behind.
"Hermione, Ginny, Percy, come down to eat!" Mrs. Weasley called from downstairs. Hermione heard Percy's door squeak open heavily and close with a dull thud. A moment later, Ginny ran down the stairs, sprinting pass Hermione as though she was not there. Hermione shrugged, but then heard someone whispering franticly.
"Hermione!" Fred whispered.
"What?" she asked, coming closer to the corner in which he had been hiding.
"What happened with Ginny?" Fred asked as Hermione tried to look him in the eye. The corner he was in cast a heavy shadow on his face, so Hermione could barley make out any of his features.
"Long story, I'll tell you later," Hermione said, "What happened with Ron?"
"This," Fred said, stepping out of the shadow and revealing a black eye. Hermione covered her mouth with her hands.
"Oh my god! Fred, are you okay? You should put some ice on it!" Hermione frantically listed suggestions, but Fred shut her up with a wave of his hand.
"I'm fine. I – I know a spell to heal it, but I also need to make a potion, so that will take about a week…" Fred stopped talking for a minute, his eyes giving Hermione the impression that he was in a trance. Hermione held out a finger and softly touched the flesh underneath the eye.
"Does it hurt?" She asked, her voice rather hoarse.
"No," Fred snapped out of his trance, his voice lower than usual. Hermione didn't know how it happened so quickly, but a moment later she and Fred were in the dark corner kissing each other.
"I don't believe it! One black eye wasn't enough? Now you want TWO black eyes?!" Hermione reluctantly broke the kiss.
"You LIED to me Hermione, you LIED TO ME!!!" A different voice called.
"Ginny, I wa-"
"No – NO!" Ginny put her hands over her ears and ran into her room, crying hysterically.
"Fred, you are GOING to pay when I finish with Ginny!" Ron said, going into Ginny's room to comfort her. Hermione looked over at Fred intently.
"How come everything isn't going my way today?" Hermione whined, pouting. Fred started walking in the other direction.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked.
"Didn't you hear Ron? I'm getting the hell out of here before he makes it physically impossible for me to move," Fred said, shaking his head.
"But you're stronger than him!" Hermione protested.
"That doesn't matter," Fred said, "You know how Ron's blood boils when something that he has is taken away by someone else," Fred continued walking as Hermione followed behind him.
"Excuse me," Hermione said, "But I do not belong to ANYONE!"
"You know what I mean," Fred said, turning the corner. Hermione stopped abruptly and put her hands on her hips.
"No, I DON'T know what you mean! Care to enlighten me?"
"Let's not do this," Fred said, continuing to walk. Hermione followed after him, forgetting that she was supposed to be angry with him.
"Do what?" she asked.
"Fight," he said, "I didn't say that you were MINE - that I owned you…Ron did," Fred said, avoiding Hermione's eyes.
"Well then, I guess I need to straighten some things out with Ron," Hermione crossed her arms impatiently.
"Guess so," Fred said. Hermione was now running to keep up with him.
"You know, I'm not YOUR'S either!" she said a little louder than she had intended.
"Again, I didn't say that you were mine," Fred now started to jog hurriedly.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked again.
"I have to get prepared. Look, it's sort of a "tradition" that me, Ron and George do. Whenever we have a fight and get really pissed at each other, we have a face-off," Fred explained.
"A face-off?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, it's when we go outside into the forest that's down two blocks from here at midnight. We just duel each other. It's not too much fun, because someone always ends up with a broken arm or leg," Fred said. Hermione looked in horror at his face.
"That was a joke, at most I'll get a few scars and a couple of bruises………Hermione? Are you okay?" Fred waved his hands in front of Hermione's face.
"You're NOT going," Hermione said, as though that settled the matter.
"Excuse me, now look who's being possessive!" Fred said angrily.
"I don't want you to get hurt," Hermione tried to plead with him.
"Listen, I can do whatever I want to do and you can't stop me. I have a right to defend myself and that's exactly what I'm going to do!"
"Fine, go ahead, but don't expect me to care if anything happens to you!" Hermione said angrily. Fred, who had stopped running, snorted, as though he didn't believe her.
"I know you'd care," he said, holding her chin in between his fingers.
"No I wouldn't" Hermione said through gritted teeth. Fred raised an eyebrow, and smiled, causing Hermione to burst out laughing.
"Told you!" Fred said in a singsong voice.
"That doesn't prove anything," Hermione had recomposed herself.
"This might," Fred said and he leaned over and kissed Hermione. A few seconds went by, and he broke the kiss, but Hermione grabbed his head again and began kissing him like a mad women. Again, Fred broke the kiss.
"See," he said, a glint of victory in his eyes, "Told you!"
"Fine!" Hermione said, "I have to go to dinner. In fact, so do you. What should I tell your mum when she asks for your whereabouts?" Hermione asked apprehensively.
"Just tell her you don't know," Fred said, "But that's only if she asks you. If you tell her voluntarily, she'll know something's up." Hermione opened her mouth to object, but Fred put a finger over her lips to silence her.
"Trust me," he said, "Mum has her ways of knowing when something's up. I have to go now. Bye," Fred said, kissing Hermione on the cheek. She turned around to go eat dinner but then turned back to –
"Where did you go?" Hermione asked no one in particular. Fred was already gone.
"Hermione!!!" A voice behind her caused her to jump up.
A/N: I know, I know, a cliffhanger, how could I be so incredibly cruel….oh well! By the way, it's not who you think it is, or maybe it is! (Who DO you think it is?) R/R thank-you!!! *NOTE*: Hermione and Fred woke up at around 3;45 p.m. because they slept in really late, that is why they are having dinner, because until they sorted out the whole mess, it was about 2 hours (if you don't want to believe that, than just use your imagination! And besides, Mrs. Weasley eats dinner at 5:00 p.m. – because after dinner the Weasleys and their guests just hang out and stuff...so...)! AND DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT MY OTHER STORY, "OF TRAGEDIES AND ROMANCE" BY BLOOD57!!!
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