Hello everyone, I hoped you enjoyed my last chappie. I know it was a bit sad, but I think it was a good twist. Lol. I just read a really good book by the name of "East". It was really, really good. Well, here's the latest installment.

On with the Fic! Chapter Seventeen: The Flight

Hermione's POV

I took the steps two at a time, so that the "new couple" would not see the well defined, shining tears streaming down my now pale face. As I reached the top of the first landing I could hear the voice of Alicia saying what a pretty flower. That fucking cow! How dare she do what she did! But then I remembered that Fred had also agreed. I needed to get out of the house.

I ran up the second set of stairs faster than the first. The door to Ginny's room was slightly opened. I pushed it the rest of the way and bolted in. The girls weren't there, I figured they had taken the back steps that lead to the kitchen. I ran over to my trunk and grabbed my Millienium. It felt good to have the broomstick in my hand. I walked to my desk and wrote a quick note so no one would worry about me, and then I turned and opened up the window. I stood on the ledge, mounted my broom, and then jumped.

As soon as I jumped I felt free. The wind in my hair, the ground beneath me. It was almost enough to keep my mind off Fred, almost. I couldn't believe he just took Alicia back like that! I mean I thought we had something. I guess not, I guess it was just a fling. Well fine, let him be like that. I don't need him. And with that thought I flew over the tree tops and out of sight.

Fred's POV

'What just happened?' My mind was going a million meters a second and was gaining speed. 'I'll tell you what happened,' that annoying voice said in my head, 'Hermione, the girl you've been mooning over just saw you agree to be another girl's boyfriend.' 'oh gods what have I done?' I asked myself but the little voice was already gone.

"So, Fred, I guess I'll see you in Diagon Alley when we go get our school supplies?" Alicia said.

"Yeah, I guess" I replied as she walked out of the front door.

As I turned around after closing the door I couldn't help but notice the glistening flower laying at the foot of the steps. I replayed the last few moments in my head. Hearing the glass vase shatter into a million shining pieces, seeing a glimpse of Hermione's face which had one single tear already running down it. Thinking 'what the hell have I done?'. I decided that I should go see Hermione. But before made my way to the stairs I went into the kitchen and got a new vase. I saw my sister, and my brothers girlfriends, but I payed no attention to them. I walked over to the shimmering flower and picked it up and put in into the new vase. After I did that I ran up the two staircases that lead to Hermione's temporary room. I knocked but no one replied, so I opened the door expecting to see Hermione laying on her bed, but was met by an empty room. 'Where did she go?' I thought to myself as I looked around the empty room. My eyes fell upon a piece of parchment on Hermione's desk.

Gone.

Be back later.

"Where the hell did she go?" I said out loud re-reading the note again. I went back downstairs and sat on the sofa determined to wait for her to come back, but getting more worried all the while. By the time I heard the doorknob to the front door turning it had already been two hours later.

Hermione POV

By the time I flew home to the Burrow I realized that I had been gone for two hours. I walked the front door to be met by an angry Fred. 'Oh great just what I need' I thought to myself.

"Hey," I said in a monotone, not looking him in the eyes.

"Where the hell were you?" Fred said in a angry voice. I almost thought I'd detected a hint of concern in his voice, but I just brushed it off.

"Out," I said trying to get by his tall frame. 'And to think, I was just dancing with that tall frame last night' I thought to myself trying not to start crying on the spot.

"'OUT'," Fred said, "Well, I figured that much, but you could at least have left a better note than 'Gone, Be back later'".

"Well why the fuck would you care Fred Weasley? It wasn't any of your damn business!" I hissed. Completely forgetting past thoughts.

"It was completely irresponsible of you!" He replied.

"Don't you DARE talked to me about being irresponsible! I have been nothing but responsible my whole LIFE!" I stage whispered.

"Oh yes I forgot, little miss Prefect!" Fred said without realizing what was coming out of his mouth.

"Well at least I don't go around acting like you like someone, and then go and agree to be someone else's girlfriend!" I said on the verge of tears, but I would not let them fall.

Fred looked as though he had been slapped in the face. The color of his face matched his hair perfectly. Fred looked at the amount of hurt on Hermione's face and immediately felt guilty and stupid all over again. Hermione walking passed Fred and up the stairs.

Fred was about to go to the kitchen when he heard something that made his blood run cold.

"FRED WEASLEY!" Fred slowly turned around to face his sister, who's red face could rival Gryffindors scarlet.

I just recently got a review that was very rude. It claimed that I was not a "true" Harry Potter fan because I changed what the characters were like, like their clothing, the person made a comment about the "tight black flares" hermione was wearing, when I said tight black flares I meant like jeans, not like leather. I am going to take this comment like a grain of salt. Because I got so many positive comments before. It is called "fiction" for a reason. Also if I were not a true Harry Potter fan I would not be writing, and the reviewer, if she can not see things differently then how can they even read the fiction because Everything IS different! What she did was not a nice thing to do. And if she ever reads this author not she will know that I am a "true" harry potter fan and have been for 7 long years. You must be a "true" harry potter fan to be able to write fictions. And I do not see that she has written Any. So I am sorry that I have rambled, but I do not liked to be bullied, and I do not like having people Challenge my Harry Potter-isim. Lol. Please, so everyone knows, it hurts when someone says those things, and they should refrain from doing so.