Eyes
Over the next few days, Hermionie noticed a pair of hurt eyes glancing in her direction. She tried to look away and ignore them, but they were captivating. She could not pull her own away from Fred's eyes. This just made her want to talk to him more, but she knew that Ron would immediately disbelieve her attempts to cover the truth about her feelings for him. "Whatever I do," she thought to herself, "I will hurt someone." This thought only made her more miserable. "What to do, what to do, what to do?" she asked herself, shaking her head.
"What is it, honey?" Ron asked. Hermionie flinched. She still hadn't gotten used to him calling her that. She was suddenly pulled back to reality.
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking. Never you mind." She smiled warmly at him from the couch they were sitting on.
"Man I love her! But I still don't see why she suddenly changed her mind. Oh well,"Ron thought to himself, smiling contentedly. "This is it. I have to kiss her right here, right now. He leaned over and awkwardly placed his lips onto hers, but she pulled back.
"Ron, I'm really sorry, but I don't know if I'm ready for this yet." Hermionie flushed.
"Ok," he said, sighing.
"Not in public, you two lovebirds," Fred said, fury in his eyes. He stalked out of the room upstairs.
"Ron, I really need to talk to him. Nothing is going on between us," Hermionie said after seeing the look on his face. She walked purposefully out of the room and went upstairs. "Fred," she said, knocking on his door, "I really need to talk to you."
"Come in," said a muffled voice from the inside. She opened the door and saw him laying facedown into his pillow.
"You might want to put a blocking spell on the door so Ron can't hear. He agreed and lifted his wand from his robes and shielded it.
"I just don't like him," she said exasperated.
"Then why are you going out with him?" Fred responded
"I didn't want to hurt him, but now I know it will hurt him more to try to stop now."
"It'll be worse if you wait longer; he'll get more and more attached." Fred was right. She couldn't wait any longer.
"I want to be with you, that's the thing," she said quietly. He looked at her, astounded.
"Really? Me?" he asked, thinking it was too good to be true. He took her into his arms and embraced her. He pulled away and cupped her face in his masculine hand. Fred looked deep into her eyes and kissed her. At first she wasn't sure how to react, but then gave in and kissed him back. "I want you to be mine forever," he told her genuinely.
"I know," she told him.
"How?" Fred asked in wonder.
"Well, first of all I can see it in your eyes and second of all I heard you talking to George that night we took a walk together." He smiled and kissed her for a second time that night. Hermionie sat up suddenly.
"What do I tell Ron?" she asked.
"Well, weren't you going to break up with him tonight anyways? Just tell him the same thing you would have then. Calm down," he said. She loved the way he was so easygoing, but also had a caring, soft side.
"I better go before he wonders what's going on," she said, giggling.
"Ok. Goodnight," he said, kissing her softly before going to bed. Sure enough, Ron had been standing outside the door and Hermionie ran into him as she came out. She grabbed his hand and led him up to their room. They opened the door and saw Harry and Ginny kissing in the corner on Harry's mattress.
"Are we interrupting something?" Hermionie asked with a hint of laughter in her voice. They sat up
"Oh, sorry," Ginny mumbled as her cheeks flushed. Harry bid her goodnight and she walked down to her room.
"Harry, could you give us a minute, alone please?" Hermionie asked.
"Sure thing." He walked out and shut the door.
"Ron, we need to talk," she said. "I'm not sure that we should be together. I just don't feel anything between us. I know that you have feelings for me, but I'm not sure I have them about you. I'm sorry I just didn't say this from the beginning; it would have been easier on both of us."
"Damn Fred. He always has to interfere with anything I do. I'll kill him," Ron said menacingly. "I can't be-" Hermionie hushed him before he could continue.
"Ron, this has nothing to do with Fred; it's me you should be upset with."
"It's all the same…," he said, trailing off. Hermionie stood up and left the room. Harry was sitting in the hallway.
"You better go talk to him," she told him. Hermionie headed down to Ginny's room. She knocked on the door and stepped inside. "Gin, I have so much to tell you," she gushed out. "Ok, you know that Ron asked me out, right?" Ginny nodded. "That same day Fred told me he had great feelings fro me. Well, then I was unsure about what to do and I was talking to your mum and he misunderstood what I was saying and he got mad. I agreed to go out with him because I felt sorry for him, but I didn't feel anything more than friendship towards him. I had to talk to Fred about it and then…,"
"Yes!" Ginny asked excitedly.
"He kissed me!" She smiled. "Then I broke up with Ron and now I'm here.
"Wow. What a story. So are you going out with Fred then?"
"Well, I guess not officially," she said mischievously.
"Good luck!"
"I don't think I can sleep in Ron's room tonight. I think he might murder me. Can I sleep in here tonight?" Hermionie asked.
"Of course!" She settled down and went to sleep.