Oooooh! So many reviews! I don't think I'll ever get tired of them, and they're all so lovely, thank you all!
Thank you to HGW (can't be bothered to write it all out no offence!) as always, Pixieballerina (with the still highly cool name!), thesheepmoos (another very original name!), Doodleflip (actually, you all have really cool names, I'm really jealous now!), thedarkonereborn (a new loyal reviewer- it seems HGW has some competition!), Eratosthenese (sorry about Harry, if I'd known you wanted him to be with you, I would have course changed the entire plot!), Jenniblack (I am trying to keep Hermione in the good books as much as poss. Glad to see it seems to be working!), Blakc-rose23 (I'm sorry! I just love cliff hangers, not for reading but it's so fun to put them in and be the only one who knows what's coming next! Mwahahahaha!) and my two unsigned reviewers- 'me' and 'randomreviewer'! Thank you guys so much! Oh, and I'm really sorry it's taken so long to do this chapter- I've been away for about a week seeking refuge with several friends (on a much needed break, my brothers are driving me mental!). Hope this makes up for it! I will try and write a couple of chapters tomorrow as well coz im off to france on sat!
Bit of a different format this chapter, tell me if it sucks coz I won't do it again if it does! R xxx
George wasn't talking to Hermione. Fred wasn't talking to George. Ron wasn't talking to Hermione or Fred and as a result Harry wasn't talking to Ron. Ginny wasn't talking to Fred and Mr and Mrs Weasley weren't talking to any of them. All in all, the atmosphere in the Weasley household was reminiscent of the inside of a freezer.
The immediate situation after everybody walked in on Hermione and Fred was about as awkward as it could get. No-one wanted to say anything, no-one wanted to do anything and in silence, they all retreated to their rooms in silence, one by one. Of course, this left all the decorations up and all the alcohol bottles and glasses out so when Mr and Mrs Weasley arrived (who weren't in a terribly good mood anyway after one of the soup ladles had decided that Mr Weasley was good target for a bit of bashing), neither was terribly impressed by the state of the house. In other words, they were livid. Well, Mrs Weasley was livid, Mr Weasley had pretended to be angry so as to escape his wife's wrath and stay in her good books.
Ginny
Dear Diary,
Oh my God- the worst worst worst thing has happened. Well, we had Harry's party and everyone was really enjoying themselves and me and Harry had been careful so that George and Hermione weren't left alone in the room together, you know, after we saw glances between them. Turns out though that it wasn't George we needed to worry about coz when I came back from the loo, we found FRED kissing Hermione! Fred! I mean, ouch, that's not good from anyone's p.o.v. (apart from his, obviously). Look at it this way, George is now in a real piss with Fred, I mean major piss. I've never seen them like this before. They've always been best mates and now they're avoiding each other at all costs. I even found George sleeping in the bath last night coz he didn't want to sleep in the same room as Fred. That was a little embarrassing actually, let your imagination fill you in on that one! So now Ron's in a huge sulk, even worse than after Krum, and you know how bad that one was. Hermione herself seems a little dazed, must be the hangover, and I don't know whether she wants to be with Fred or not. I'm getting the impression not, so as to try and uncomplicate things. Mind you, telling Fred that isn't going to be good, he's the only one who doesn't seem to have been bitten by the 'I'm-a-miserable-git bug'. Crap, I should really go talk to her, see if I can offer any advice. Oh yeah, and to cap it all off, Fred let off another one of those stupid 'handy fireworks' and now the kitchen's orange and mum can't fix it so she's in an even worse mood than yesterday. I'll write soon, love Gin x
Harry
Oh bloody hell! Fred and Hermione- why didn't I see it coming? Fred is always the one that gets all the girls, look at Angelina... and Katie. Ok, and Alicia as well. Well, I've seen the twins have little fights before, but nothing like this. I really think George likes her, more than Fred I mean, so that's just put the bloody icing on the stupid cake. Oh and add Ron into the equation, oh yeah, and Hermione with a hangover.
I can't take this, I'm going to Gin's room
Harry
Ron
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! This isn't fair! Why does stupid bloody Fred always get all the stupid bloody things I want?! I can never match up to them, ever! Anything I do, it's just not good enough. And I'd go and drink some of dad's firewhisky to try and get rid of all this confusion but since he found Gin with it, he's hidden it and I don't know bloody where. Hermione's been avoiding me, so's Harry, and Gin. Only George has talked to me since, and that doesn't count Mum screaming herself hoarse at me for the state of the house. I tried to tell her it wasn't my idea, that the twins planned it all but of course, it was all MY fault coz Harry's MY friend. I hate this place, I need to get out.
Ron
George
Ok, so maybe bewitching bludgers to fly at my head wasn't such a good idea. But I needed to vent my anger, really had to. But then when one got my nose, and I tired to hit it away and got my nose with my bat... and then fell off my broom and landed face down on the ground... only to find Crookshanks who wanted to climb on me... ouch. But that doesn't even hurt as much as inside. God that sounds a mushy pile of crap, but it's true. I really like her, I really really do. But he got there first, as usual. Bastard. I don't usually say anything, I pretend I don't care, but I can't do that this time, this is different. She's different.
Then I found I couldn't even stay in the same room as Fred, and I couldn't stay in the spare room coz she's in there ... not that I'd mind sharing obviously! And I tried to go in the attic but that stupid ghoul chucked a piece of lead piping at me and it hit my nose and broke it again, even after I'd mended it perfectly the last time. So I had to sleep in the bath. But then, yuk! Two in the morning and my little sister going to the loo- it's really the stuff of nightmares. So I've taken to sleeping on the couch, where she lay... crap it. I need to go out again, oh no I can't, Ron's out too. Miserable git's been moping around too. I don't think he likes her anymore you know. I think he just needs to find an excuse to be miserable. It seems to be his natural state of mind these days.
Well, in a minute I'll go out and do some degnoming. I just feel the need to chuck something small and annoying so far it hurts. Pity Fred isn't small enough. Plus it might even cheer mum up a bit. I tried to fix the kitchen, but it was a faulty firework so I didn't know it was just going to flash green and orange, looks quite cool but makes you sick after a while. Later,
George
Hermione
Dearest Diary,
My life is in a bit of a fix at the moment and I need some advice. I've tried talking to my mirror but I think it's perpetually drunk so all I've got is 'whatever mate, it's your problem, not mine' which really doesn't help. So I arrived here four days ago and last night we had Harry's birthday party which was all going really well until I accidentally kissed Fred. Ok, when I say 'accidentally' I was asking for it really. But I was really drunk, more than ever before, so now I have a headache as well which just adds to my problems. The thing is, I didn't mean for it to happen, I never meant for anything to go this far. In truth, I actually like George better, you know, when he helped me with my ankle I thought... well never mind. But he won't talk to me now, neither will Ron. Harry's tried but it's really embarrassing and so now this is ruining my entire holiday because I don't know what to do or what to think.
Diary: Well dear, if you want my advice, I would tell the young man that you don't want this episode to put a damper on you holiday and you would be very grateful if you could put the whole incident behind you. I'm sure he would understand. And you could use the fact that you weren't particularly in your right mind at the time to your advantage if you felt like it. But you should just do what you think is right.
Oh. Well, thank you, I'll see. Actually, no! I'm going to tell Fred I can't do this anymore. I'll go and do it now. Thanks diary.
No problem at all dear.
Thank you. All my love, Hermione xxx
Fred
Heya,
Wow, I'm in such a good mood! Unfortunately can't share it with anyone coz they're all bloody miserable. But if I kissed her AND she kissed me back, they have got to accept it really. But George isn't talking to me which is really strange coz he's never done that before. I mean, I know he thinks she's fit (I mean, come on, who wouldn't?) but seriously, why is he getting so worked up? He hasn't even talked to her that much. Plus, she decided to lie on MY bed when she came to talk to us, not his. Well, as he seems a bit too sober for pranking, I've taken the opportunity to do a little myself and still only get half the blame (coz mum obviously thinks we're in it together). And then, wait for it, the stupid bugger tried to fix the orange! Ok, so admittedly, it wasn't meant to do the colour thing, but I think it's quite cool. But flashing orange AND green... yeah, I almost puked.
Anyway, I haven't seen Hermione since yesterday and I really want to see her, so I might go to her room now... oh, no wait, she's coming here... should be interesting. Later!
Fred
Supper, in a word, was dire. Hermione had gone to Fred's room to tell him she couldn't do the whole relationship thing with him. He had said he understood but was now in such a bad mood he didn't even laugh when Mrs Weasley put her foot through the replica swamp he'd placed on one of the stone tiles in the kitchen floor. Mr Weasley had, once again, been beaten around the head, this time with all the spoons on the table as he sat down to eat, Ron had gone for a walk where it had decided to thunder for a full hour and a half when he was a mile from the house, George had gone out to degnome the garden only to find that their numbers had almost tripled since the beginning of the summer (because no one could be bothered to go out and do it) and had found himself covered with the creatures, every one of them intent on biting some part of his anatomy. Crookshanks had been his rescuer, chasing them off him and back down into their little holes, but that didn't stop the pain. Ginny and Harry were desperately trying to make conversation with everyone but as so few of them were talking to one another, it was pointless and the entire meal was spent in silence.
Hermione was not to be found at the dinner table. She had excused herself with a headache and was currently having a big DMC with her diary whilst copious tears streamed down her face. She was at a complete loss at what to do and now no one was talking to anyone else... This was turning out to be the worst summer ever.
'Look dear,' her diary consoled, 'all I can say is that, however much it may be hurting you now, I believe you made the right choice in what you did.'
'But... but no one's talking to me and... and I c-can't stand it!' sniffed Hermione. 'What with m-mum and d-d-dad arguing all the t-time, I thought it would be more... more relaxing t-to see my friends and have a bit of a r-rest!' She lay down on her bed, her diary falling from her hand and falling to the floor, snapping shut as it did so. 'But I was wrong.' And with that she shut her eyes, only to be awakened by a voice from the door,
'Excuse me, 'ermione, but what eez it you were wrong about?'
Please review! R xxx