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Chapter Five

Consoling, and damage control

Hermione slowly walked out of Ron's bedroom and into Ginny's room. Letting her tears flow freely, she searched for the most comfortable clothing in her trunk…she didn't even care if it matched to be honest with you. She found a pair of grey sweat pants and frumpy Weasley sweater, even though it was summer, the Burrow was still rather cold despite the ninety-degree weather.

She walked to Ginny's bay window, which had a bench; she sat on it, curling up in a ball and cried. She couldn't wait for Harry to come to the Burrow tomorrow; she needed someone else to talk to. Just as she had begun to calm down, it began to storm heavily. 'Well you're a little late!' she thought.

"Hermione!" Ginny called as she ran into the room, soaking wet. Then she noticed Hermione's eyes were red and tearful. "What the hell did my brother do now?"

"It's nothing, don't worry," Hermione sniffed.

"Herms, I'm not blonde, so come on! What did he do?" Ginny asked again.

"Nothing, he didn't do anything," Hermione said. In all reality she wasn't lying. Ron most certainly wasn't doing anything. Ginny rolled her eyes and walked out of the room.

Ginny saw Ron walking into his room, and she thought it was only fitting to pay him a visit. She hadn't been in his room in quite a while, so why not?

"Hello Ron!" Ginny said feigning kindness.

"What do you want?" Ron asked.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER?" Ginny snapped angrily.

"Who?" Ron asked completely clueless. Or pretending to be at least.

"Oh ho! No you don't! You know exactly who I am talking about!"

"I didn't do anything to her! It's not my fault she comes into my room and springs stuff like that on me!" Ron shot back. Hermione's heart sank as she heard these words.

"What are you talking about?" Ginny asked.

"Hermione! You can't just come into someone's room and say, 'I love you,' and not expect the person to freak out a bit!" Ron said. Hermione needed to get out of this house…immediately.

Ginny's voice got very quiet, and Hermione was just outside of Ron's room, hoping to sneak bye unnoticed.

"So what you don't love her? What?" Hermione heard Ginny say, sounding completely shocked.

"I do too love her!" Ron said, as if Ginny had asked the most ridiculous question ever. However, Hermione failed to hear this.

"Then what the bloody hell is the problem?" Ginny said. This is when Hermione attempted to sneak bye. Her fingers were crossed and she seriously was praying that she could get out unnoticed. Where was Harry's invisibility cloak when you needed it?

"I don't know! What was that?" Ron said as he looked up from the staring contest he and his right hand were having. He apparently heard Hermione step onto the squeaky stair. That was when she ran down them, not really caring if they heard or not.

"Hermione," Ginny said with a sigh.

As Hermione ran down the stairs Mr. Weasly passed her, "Slow down there. Don't want to trip now!"

Hermione didn't listen she just continued running out of the house. She eventually stopped when she ran out of breath, couldn't continue to run, and collapsed on the hard wet ground. The thunder and lightning had stopped but the rain was still as heavy.

She whished she was invisible, she wished she could disappear forever. She was hanging her head in shame, and was ready to throw in the towel, when someone came up and sat next to her. It was the last person she expected. It wasn't Ron that was for sure. It was Charlie Weasley. He conjured an umbrella, and levitated it above the two of them. He then opened his arms to give her a hug.

"What are you doing out here?" Hermione asked.

"I could ask the same thing?" Charlie replied.

"Just…" Hermione started. She was trying desperately to fight her tears.

"Hermione, you are like a little sister to me, and I would do the same with Ginny. You are an extremely intelligent witch, and more than that, you are a wonderful person with one of the biggest hearts I know," These calm words seemed to make Hermione cry a bit more, if that was possible.

"I'm not exactly the best at these chats, considering that this is the first one I've ever had. Umm…" Charlie said thinking hard.

"Its s'okay," Hermione said in between a sob.

"Why don't we get you inside and in dry clothes? You can come with me to get Harry tonight if you want," Charlie suggested plainly.

"Okay," Hermione said with a quivering voice. "Isn't he supposed to be coming tomorrow?"

"Slight change in plans, we're getting him tonight. Let's go in," Charlie said offering Hermione a hand.

Hermione went strait to Ginny's bedroom and got changed. To her surprise, Ginny was not in her room. She quickly got changed and walked down stairs. Charlie was waiting in the living room. He looked at her hair and laughed. Then he performed a drying spell, and they were off to the car.

Back at the Burrow…

"DAD!" Ginny yelled while in Ron's room. Mr. Weasley came bustling in.

"What is it, Ginny?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"It's Ron, Dad. He made a mess of his relationship with Hermione. And I mean, a mess…" Ginny said. Then they (Ron and Ginny) told their father what had happened.

"Wow…" Mr. Weasley said blinking multiple times, "you really did mess this one up."

"I know that, why else would I be asking your advice about this?" Ron asked, although it was more of a statement, than a question.

"This type of situation will need a lot of groveling. She's not just going to accept an, 'I love you' just like that, after what you pulled," Arthur said.

"So what do I do dad?" Ron pleaded.

"This is the plan…" Mr. Weasley said as they began to help Ron out of his situation.

In the living room…

"Where's Gin?" Harry asked.

"No idea," Hermione replied.

"How are you?" Harry asked.

"I've been better. How are you?"

"What'd he do now?" Harry groaned.

"I don't want to talk about it," Hermione said.

"She told him how she felt, and he bolted," Charlie said and then walked out of the living room.

"Are you freaking serious! Well, this is just lovely," Harry said to himself.

"Language, Harry, language," Hermione said reproachfully.

"Hermione, will you ever change?" Harry chaffed.

"No," Hermione smiled.

"So, where is the prat?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. Look, I'm really tired, so if you don't mind, I'm going to go up to bed," Hermione said with a yawn.

"No, not at all," Harry said.

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