A Disappointment

"Fred," she whispered with a broad smile on her face as she turned around. Then she saw who was standing there; it was only Neville. "Oh," she said with disappointment in her voice, "hello Neville." "Wishful thinking."

"Ughh…uhh…Hermine… would you, erm, go to the W-Winter Ball with me?" he asked her nervously. Hermione sighed with disappointment. "But he looks so nervous. He is so sweet. Maybe I should just go with him. Ok, I will." He stood there looking at her expectantly as she thought.

"Yes, Neville. I will go with you to the Ball." He looked overjoyed at her answer.

"Thank you Hermione," Neville said shyly.

A couple of days later, Hermione was doing her Charms homework in the Gryffindor Common Room when Seamus came and sat down next to her. "Hermione, would you like to go to the Winter Ball with me?" he asked shyly.

"Oh, I'm sorry Seamus. I'm already going with someone else." He looked crest-fallen.

"Oh, Ok," he said, sounding dejected. Hermione looked at his with a sad smile. He just walked off. She felt really bad for him, but he would find someone else to go with.

Fred was distraught. He had been thinking about Hermionie constantly. Every waking moment he was wondering "How is she? Is she alright? Is she missing me? Is she with someone else now?" He didn't know if his life would ever go on if she was dating someone else. But he wanted her to be happy, wherever she was; whoever she was with.

He, of course had not dated since he was with Hermione. But he had no desire to be with anyone but her. George had noticed Fred's change of attitude since Hermione had told him it wouldn't work out between them. He tried to support his brother in every way possible, but there was no cheering him up.

One night Fred and George were talking. "You know I just love her so much. I don't know why she had to break up with me. Hermione must have known that it would hurt me so much. I really don't know what got into her. I thought she loved me just as much as I did her." Fred didn't look good. His shoulders were slumped, he had bags under his eyes from not sleeping and his eyes were also blood-shot from crying. All in all, Hermione had turned him into a wreak.

"You really need to get some sleep. You haven't slept in forever. Seriously, get some sleep." With that George got up and went to his own bedroom; leaving Fred alone with his thoughts.

"There must be something I can do to make her know how much I love her and convince her that we are meant for each other. There must be!" He had thought these thoughts so often they were becoming engraved in his memory.

It was only two days until the Winter Ball was excited about it and constantly talking what they were going to wear; everyone except Hermione. She knew that this would bring back memories of Fred. Not that they ever went dancing, but just the sweetness of the time. The love in the air would kill her that night.

That night, Hermione heard a tapping on her window. A large bird was sitting at her sill, tapping his beak on the window to get her to let the poor animal in. She bustled over to the window and the large owl stuck out its leg patiently. She removed the letter and it flew off. Hermione carefully opened it and read:

My dearest Hermione,

I just want you to know that I love you and that will never change. I hope you feel the same as I do, but if you don't, I understand. I can't live without you. You are the only person I've ever really loved and I don't want to lose you.

Happy holidays,

I will always love you,

Fred Weasley.

Hermione's heart leapt. He loved her. She was shocked and sad at this news. No one had ever told her they loved her. She didn't know what to do. She knew deep down that she loved him too, but she wouldn't admit it; even to herself. Hermione flopped down on her bed exhausted and fell asleep.

"Fred. FRED, wake up. I know what you can do to win Hermione back." George leaned down to him and whispered in his ear. A small smile spread across Fred's face

"Yeah, that will work. We just need to get everything ready. We need to go down to Diagon Alley to get some stuff." His smile widened, thinking about what he was going to do. With that off his chest, he lay back down and stared up at his ceiling, thinking about Hermione.

(A/N OoOoOoOoOo the suspense. If you want me to keep writing, reviews motivate me so you know what to do! Sorry about the last couple chapters. They've been really short, but I promise I'll make the next ones longer!)