Laws Of Love: Chapter 7: I'm sorry
"Oh you impossible children!" Mrs. Weasley sighed, "We're gone, for half an hour, just to speak to Tonks and Lupin in private, and look what you have done!" she complained, glancing heavily at the unconscious Noelle.
"We're sorry mum." Fred moaned for what felt like the millionth time that evening.
"Oh you better be!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, "Performing magic on Harry, in front of a muggle no less! Cheating on your parents with fake wands! Oh my, my! Right criminals you lot."
"Mum! Take a chill pill or something." Ginny muttered angrily, "This is all my fault, Fred and George were just acting on their save-little-sis impulse, they weren't thinking!"
"Damn right they weren't thinking! How could you two! Our reputation is ruined, this is in your dad's office no less, think about the consequences he will have to face! Did you think about that? Did you?" Mrs. Weasley preached, looking severely at her sons.
"Now, now, Molly," Arthur said in a shushing tone to his wife, "No need to fret! Fred and George are of age and not in school any more, the ministry wont even noticed it happened so no trouble will come off it."
"That is not the point Arthur!" Molly replied shrilly.
"The point is that it is wrong to cast magic on Harry, and it is especially wrong to cast magic in front of a muggle!" she explained as if he was a 5 year old.
"I know that Mollywobbles! But isn't it time to think rationally? Harry's okay, we can obliviate the girl, everything will be fine. The thing is, Molly, we can't punish the twins because they are of age now." Arthur whispered agitatedly into his wife's ear.
Molly sighed and looked at him forcefully before turning on her sons again to preach them one last time, but before she could open her mouth a gleeful yell distracted her and the others.
They turned around and saw two figures, walk across the field, towards the camp, hand in hand.
"Bill, Fleur! Where in Merlin's name have you been?" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.
"Mums" Bill said happily as he reached them, "I have fabulous news."
"Oh." Mrs. Weasley said, looking feebly at her son, "Do tell."
"Well," Bill said breathlessly, "While me and Fleur were waiting in a tree for Hermione to find us, me and Fleur got talking….about our relationship and our future and……I proposed to her!" he said, and the last part he cried out loftily.
"An I zait oui!" Fleur added cheerfully, her French accent giving the words some extra flair.
"ALRIGHT THAT'S IT! THIS HOLIDAY IS OVER." Mrs. Weasley exclaimed loudly, breaking the cautious silence that followed the announcement.
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Hermione shrank away into the darkness, further away from the camp that was celebrating the news (except for the peeved Mrs. Weasley, who was sulking in a corner) and telling adventurous stories about Prince Harry, the amazing frog.
Hermione sighed as she stood on the edge of the glistering river. She wasn't exactly sure whether she should be happy or completely depressed. She had seen Ron kissing Noelle but now Harry and Ginny were together, a reason to be cheerful, and Noelle and Bill were engaged, another reason to celebrate with the rest.
It was a feeling of emptiness that restrained her from being there, and also that she just couldn't cope with being around Ron at the moment. Thank Merlin Noelle was still unconscious, by this time the brat would have completely rubbed it in her face.
Hermione picked up a small stone and threw it vehemently into the water, the act had only let out a little bit of the anger that was boiling up steadily inside her.
She breathed heavily as she grabbed more stones and threw all of them into the water, the one more forcefully then the last.
Soon she found herself without stones to throw so she allowed herself to fall down onto the sandy river bench.
"Hermione?" a familiar worried voice said from behind her.
"Go away Ron."
"Hermione please." Ron repeated, coming to sit down next to her.
Hermione looked over slowly, and to her surprise she saw a face filled with pain and regret in front of her.
"I'm sorry." He choked.
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, wondering if she was hearing this correctly.
"I'm sorry I allowed Noelle to kiss me. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I didn't realise before that I liked you. I'm sorry I yelled at you for the last past years. I'm sorry I didn't ask you to the Yule ball before Vicky did (Hermione scrunched up her eyes for a moment) and I'm sorry I just said that. I'm sorry that I'm not a better person and I'm sorry that it might be too late for us." Ron said in a pure light voice that carried so much meaning in it that Hermione allowed a tear to roll steadily down her check.
"It's not too late yet." Hermione sobbed to the ground.
Ron smiled and carefully lifted her chin up with his right hand, "Really?"
"Really, really." Hermione laughed softly.
"So you forgive me for what happened earlier today?" Ron asked uncertainly.
"I think so, after all, I know Noelle." Hermione said in a resentful tone.
"Bloody brilliant." Ron whispered to the sky.
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Short chapter I know, I'm sorry, I just wanted this one finished. I made a few plot changes, I don't know if that was the best idea, but I guess it'll turn out okay.
Thanks for all the reviews, please keep um coming.
Love Meike (LemoN-X-DroP)
