I'm so so so so sorry that I haven't been updating this story. ducks behind computer in order to dodge things being thrown It's not like I've been super busy either. I just stopped writing. Please don't hate me, and I hope this chapter meets your standards.
Chapter Eleven: Reflections
A few weeks later, George stood in the kitchens, alone. This had become an appropriate meeting spot for the twins, considering their roommate, Lee Jordan, kept interrupting their conversations. Also, the prank they were starting to plan could not be heard by anyone, since it was a new plan. Once they had the general basis for what they were going to do, they could let other people in on it. But until then, they certainly couldn't.
"Does master want some more hot chocolate?" Dobby asked George.
"No Dobby, thank you though. I think that if I drink any more hot chocolate, the roof of my mouth will burn off and I'll have to piss so bad, I would be running back to my room," George replied rather grumpily.
Dobby didn't quite know what to say to this, so he just scurried back to what he was doing earlier. George glanced at his watch again. It was 9:47. He was supposed to meet with Fred at 9:15. Where was he?
Five minutes later, Fred ran into the kitchens, his back to George. "Dobby, is George still here?"
"Yes George is still here," George replied. Fred turned around. "George is also a little ticked off that you are more than a half an hour late. Doesn't pranking the school mean anything to you anymore?"
"Well," Fred started.
"Don't even tell me that Hermione has something to do with this." George said.
"You just don't understand," Fred said. "I think I'm in love with her. Have you ever been in love with anyone? It makes you rethink about what you've done with your life so far. It made me see that maybe pranking the school isn't as fun as it used to be."
"So what, do you just not want to do this anymore?"
"No, I didn't say that," Fred started, but again George interrupted him.
"Because if you're going to half ass everything, and only do it because I want you to, I don't want your help!"
"But I do want to help. I just don't think it's the number one thing in my life right now. Hermione is my number one thing. And if you can't accept that, screw you!" Fred said and walked out of the kitchens as Dobby started walking towards him with a mug of hot chocolate.
As Fred slowly made his way back to the dorm room, he started thinking about his life. Before he and Hermione started going together, things seemed a lot simpler. He knew who his friends were, he knew what he wanted to do with his life, he knew his priorities and his goals. Now that he was with Hermione, those things, he knew, had changed. He was still friends with Lee, and of course his brother, but these friendships seemed to be getting rockier and rockier. Now he wasn't sure if he wanted to open the joke shop with George or not. Not with the way things were headed between the two of them at least. His priorities seemed to have shifted as well. Two months ago, he wouldn't have been late for his meeting with George. He would have been there early, as well as George, and they would have talked and planned excitingly horrible things to do to the school before the two of them departed in June. They would have had many cups of hot chocolate and talked about details for the next month. Now he wasn't even sure if he wanted to have anything to do with the whole 'seventh year prank'. He was a little ashamed to have his name (last name, same thing) attached with those things anymore. He had changed. Hermione had changed him. And he wished that it didn't make such a big difference in his life.
a/n Ok, I'm aware that was a little dry, and there was no Hermione in it, but I'm terribly sorry. I wrote this during English class, in under a half an hour. So, deal with it. It's different than the other chapters because there is not a lot of dialogue. Please review!
