A/N Firstly thanks for all the reviews and I just have to say that please would people STOP TELLING ME HOW GREAT ENGLAND IS! (jk) it really is not that good and when I visited New York I was just like; oh wow this is so great. I am definitely planning on moving there some day, like when I finish school. Also in someone's review please explain what homecoming is! Lol I hear it all the time in TV programs (and from Stella7) but never know what it is lol! Love u guys all so so much, lets try and get 60 reviews with this next chapter! Lol xxxxx Oh, also there is some strong language in here, the "f" word, not sure if that is too strong for a PG13, we don't have these ratings in England, so I'm really sorry if it offends anyone, I just thought it fitted in well. xxxx
Disclaimer: Yup u guessed it; Harry Potter is all J.K Rowling's.
Hermione ran to catch Harry and Ron after their practice, still mulling over Fred's surprisingly meek apology. He had looked so sweet, all puppy-dog eyed and gorgeous, as if her acceptance meant the world to him. He had made her quite forget how arrogant and annoying he was.
She saw Harry and Ron chatting to Seamus and Dean outside the Great Hall. She still felt a little uncomfortable around Seamus, since she had dismissed his invitation to Hogwarts Hell, so she decided to meet her two best friends back in the common room. As she approached the portrait hole she could hear angry voices coming from within. She didn't want to interrupt an argument, but as soon as she heard a whiny, "But Angelina!" she found herself with her ear pinned to the Fat Lady. Which the occupant did not appreciate, it has to be said.
"Really dear, must you do that? You are pressing rather painfully over my stomach. I have had burning pains there all week."
"I'm really sorry, but this is kind of important, I won't be here long, I promise!"
She listened harder and heard Angelina yelling,
"...and then at Quidditch practice too Fred! Why can't you ever just grow up? Not always joke around? I'm beginning to think that this relationship can't mean a lot to you at all, or you would be far more respecting of me when I am trying to lead you to victory!"
"It's not a war baby, its just Quidditch."
"Just Quidditch!? JUST QUIDDITCH! What has happened to you Fred? You just don't care anymore. You used to have two priorities in your life, me and Quidditch, what happened?"
"Don' flatter your self, you were never a priority. OK? Yeah, that's what I said, never. My priorities are having a laugh, something that you have tried to stop me doing ever since we swapped wands, and playing Quidditch. For fun. Just because I'm your boyfriend doesn't mean I'm going to change how I am in practices, George and me are always mucking around. You have always known that about me, nothing's changed."
"Well, maybe I thought when you were in a serious relationship you would change! That day we swapped wands you were so different, and that evening was the most magical night of my life! Yes Fred Weasley, that evening where we FUCKED AND FUCKED THE NIGHT AWAY!"
"Angelina......"
"And that wasn't even the first time was it Fred? No, because you wanted to take it all the way when we were thirteen and only in third year. And I let you because I thought it would make you take this seriously. And it didn't. You make me feel cheap and useless Fred Weasley, like an old skank. And I thought you finally thought I was special when you gave me your wand. And it turns out you don't... I'm not."
This was said as if Angelina was finally admitting to something she had felt in the back of her mind for a long time and as soon as she said it she started sobbing quietly. In fact through the door Hermione could barely hear her.
"Angelina, that's...that's so not right. I know I can be annoying but I really like you, we must have something or our wands, they wouldn't....."
"Wouldn't work? Well guess what Fred, yours doesn't. It did yeah, for the first week, and recently it has got worse and worse. And now nothing. It won't work. What's changed about your feelings?"
Fred whispered something inaudibly but Hermione needn't have worried, Angelina immediately screamed it back at him,
"HERMIONE!!!!! What about her? Don't tell me this is the reason your wand won't work!" Don't tell me this is because of...because of her. Well Frederick, just try and use my wand now – because I can promise you it will not work anymore!"
Hermione's stomach tightened until she thought she might not be able to breathe much longer. She felt bad. She shouldn't have been listening in on this conversation and she knew that she should leave now. She couldn't understand why Fred and said her name, but she knew darn well that it wasn't because he liked her. She wouldn't let it be.
She hurried off to the library, where she knew she wouldn't be disturbed, She wanted to look up something that had been playing on the back of her mind for a couple of weeks now. She walked into the "Ancient Traditions" section of the library and brought down a book entitled, "Ancient Traditions Explained in a Modern Way."
She leafed through the pages until she found what she was looking for. It read;
The ancient tradition of wand swapping is still a firm favourite among young and old wizards and witches of this time. The act consists of a wizard and witch deeply in love, exchanging their wands. As it is well known, there is always a certain wand for a certain person, but it has been proven that one's wand can also be used properly by one's true love as well. If one falls out of love then the wand will stop working for their partner. It can be that after swapping wands only one of the pair's wands may work, when the love is thought to be but not reciprocated. This can be heartbreaking for the said person whose newly exchanged wand will not work.
The wizards and witches of our time who are known to have swapped wands are as follows;
Hermione glanced down the list and noticed both Harry's parents and the Weasley's names. She thought about the tradition and quickly figured out what must have happened with Fred and Angelina. They must have had both wands working for the short time that Fred really thought Angelina was the one, but hers must have soon stopped working. However, because Angelina was deeply in love with Fred, his carried on working. It seemed however that after today, it might just be best if they re-swapped wands, to save themselves the embarrassment of failing all their lessons with wands that didn't work. It was certainly a big risk for Fred to take, especially as he was so scared of commitment, and she could understand exactly why there as so much excitement the morning it happened. But both Angelina and Fred must be feeling awful now their fairytale had ended.
She decided to brave it back to the common room, although she could just imagine the dirty looks she would receive from Angelina, and maybe all her friends as well.
"Never mind. I have done nothing wrong. I certainly never tried to hit on Fred while he and Angelina were dating seriously." She said to herself.
"Wrong Miss Granger."
She whipped around to see a grinning Fred behind her.
"What? I didn't! Oh Fred please say you didn't tell Angelina I did!"
""But you did? Remember that night where you forced me into an empty class room with you and just made me take advantage of you and be a complete slime ball when you refused to take it further?" He had stopped grinning now. "Hermione, God. I just had a big argument with Angelina. In fact I think its probably over, by the looks of the wand labelled Fred Weasley, not Angelina Johnson, in my pocket. Anyway, she made me realise how arrogant and pathetic I really was. It's true I use girls. I used Angelina for sex and I tried to use you too, all because you admitted to doing probably the most stupid thing you've ever done in your life – fall for me. And I'm just sorry OK? Because recently I haven't been able to stop thinking about you and I think that to be fair, you're the reason my wand stopped working for Angelina. And I can totally understand if you say no, because I've been a jerk, and I'm also fully aware that you heard everything Angelina screamed at me, which I admit was all true –"
"How do you know I heard?" Hermione felt very rude indeed.
"The old fat lady, good friend of mine and George's now, she tells me most things that she thinks I might appreciate hearing. Anyway, I was wondering if you would like to spend Hogwarts Hell with me...Fred Weasley, used-to-be-womaniser but altogether the greatest fuck you'll ever have."
A/N So how did you like it? Hope you enjoyed it I'm really getting back into the story and hopefully it will continue to flow even when we go back to skool (September 8th) SO ttfn, ta ta for now, PLEASE REVIEW! xxxxxxxxxxxxxx