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Chapter Seven

And I will cry you a river…

I had realized at that moment my hair was down. The long brown strands of it caressing down my back. He's on top of you. He's on top of you. There was a chanting voice inside my head singing it out for me. I know. I had shot back. I could barely breathe, one his chest was on me cutting of some of my air supplies and the second was that I was never in situation like this before. My heart was beating so ferociously. It was like thunder in my ears. His face was dark, not revealing any emotions at all but his body was saying something differently.

"Fred Weasley you get off that girl this instant." Hiss a very angry Mrs. Weasley storming in. We had missed the sound of footsteps. It was a good thing she had walked in when she did or there was no telling what could have happened.

"Damn forgot the protection barrier." Fred mumbled to himself. He rose slowly not bothering to apologize for the scene his mother had walked in on. He pulled me to my feet. "I won't have you taking advantage of the poor girl now. Hermione dear you have my permission to curse him if you must. We'll all understand." She walked to embrace me.

"I wouldn't have taken her on the floor if that's what your worry about. It's kind of dirty right now." Fred said not denying his intentions at all.

"FRED." She yelled. "Stop being so bothersome and leave us alone."

"You came into my house." He stated. "As for what I do with my bride is that really any one's business?" He had made his mother blush at that last comment. And I always thought nothing could do that. I felt one was creeping up on me as well. "We'll be married soon anyways, and then won't it be my right?"

"Don't you have to get to work?" I snarled placing my hands on my hips.

"And you shouldn't be late dear." Mrs. Weasley added in.

"I suppose the big boss won't like that. Wouldn't want to get in the habit of firing myself," He said grabbing some floo powder.

"And if you see George tell him that we are having a family banquet the day after next and he should bring Miss. Bell with him." Mrs. Weasley informed him.

"You want me to ask George, Even though I'm standing right here and I'm just hearing about it now. What you decided that you weren't going to invite me?" He responded coldly.

"Course not dear. I just told you. Now just replay that information to your brother." Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"I'm not your bloody servant." He said grinding his teeth. That was too far even for Fred. I mean how long can you hold a grudge? Fred was never the type to be this serious for so long but everything's change since we all got that dreadful letter. I found myself raising my right hand and before I knew it, there was contact with flesh. I had slapped him. That hurt. I screamed in my head. Mrs. Weasley had let out a gasp from behind me. Yet there was no reaction on his part.

"That's enough Fred Weasley. You should at least have some courtesy for the woman who raised you." I was tired of this spoiled little kid act. But I didn't think he was acting. He must have been really hurting.

"Diagon Alley." He growled as he threw the powder. If that venom in his voice didn't kill you that last look sure would have.

"I didn't mean to cost you two any trouble. I was here to drop off some warm butterbeer and pumpkin pie." Mrs. Weasley said in a shaky voice which made me kind of nervous.

"He'll get over it." I murmured under my breath.

"I know that he's angry right now but he would never do anything that would harm you. He's not like that." She tried to reassure me. I nodded.

"I just think that he's being defensive because he's upset about Angelina. He does love her still." I pointed out.

"But he should not treat you so badly because he's upset dear. That's not like Fred at all. And you needed make up excuses for his behavior."

We ended up walking into the kitchen, it was a nice one with enough space to move around easily and the island in the middle was just a nice touch.

"It's good that he's getting married. Good heavens this place is in need of a change." She laughed spotting the plain walls just as I seen earlier in the living room. "Ginny was at the three broomsticks in hogsmeade before your little disappearance and brought some home to help cheer you up. So do drink up my dear."

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley." I smiled. It was sometime before dawn that she left and I had found myself asleep on the couch. It was strange discovering that I was a light sleeper in the new surrounding because when I had heard a popping noise I came instantly awake. There in the shadow was my future husband. He stood there unmoving. I hated the thought that he was still upset with me so I had to make a mends.

"Fred about earlier…" I whispered. Still he said nothing. "I don't want this marriage getting started on anymore bad terms as it already is. I want us at least back to being friends even if you still love Angelina…I just hate all this tension." I didn't even think he was listening so I stood up from the couch and headed towards my room.

"Hermione." I heard my name. It was said so softly that I thought I had imagined it. I froze in the place I was standing but didn't turn around. This was the first time in awhile since everything began did I hear my first name roll of his tongue. "This isn't meant for you." What wasn't? What was he saying? His anger? This whole marriage thing? With all the questions going through my head I hadn't stop to listen to his tone. That was the Fred Weasley who had gone away, the one who had captured my heart in the first place. He was back if only for that moment. I guess I had stood there too long and was late to react and found myself staring at his shadow shutting his bedroom door.

With the rain pouring hitting against the window it was hard to tell if it was even in the afternoon. But I found myself rising from the bed and walking towards the bathroom that was located near my closet. This was a lovely room designed for two people. I guess this place was made for him and Angelina as I saw the carvings of the letter 'A along the side of the door. I stopped dead as I saw the sight in front of me. Fred was only in his boxers and those years playing quidditch had really done his body good. He was so well toned, and very muscular, perfect enough for his '6 2 height. He had tied up the back end of his hair and was brushing his teeth. Our two rooms were connected through the bathroom. I need to turn away so that he didn't catch me gawking at his body. But too late he turned then sensing my presences. Without any expression, he hurried and finished brushing his teeth and walked out the door without saying a word to me. Oh great now the silent treatment.

I found him sometime later sitting in the kitchen reading the wizards newspaper, the Daily Prophet.

"Would you like some butterbeer? Your mum brought some by for us yesterday I could warm it up for you if you want." I tried sitting across from him. He just shrugged and continued with his reading. I reached over and slammed my hand down so hard that the newspaper left his hand and was lying flat on the table. I'll feel that pretty soon. My thought on the impact and force it took to get him free of the newspaper and staring at me. The pain I didn't need. "A simple yes or no."

"No." He answered quicker then I expected.

"Why not?" I asked a bit disappointed in that responds.

"Why are you trying to pick a fight with me Granger?" He asked getting up from his seat.

"What fight?" I was confused. Asking a question didn't qualified as a fight. Did it?

"The one that's going to happen if you don't bloody shut up." He answered angry now.

"But…" I started.

"You said a simple yes or no. I answered no. But you're never damn satisfied because you're Hermione bloody Granger and nothing has to be simple. Everything has to have a reason and if that reasons not good enough you pry and pry until it bloody makes some sense. So when I'm giving you the hint to leave me the bloody hell alone you simply ignore it and ramble on like there's no tomorrow." His temper exploding. That was the truth told to me by no one other then my soon to be husband. And yes the truth did hurt when it came from someone you truly cared for. Not that he knew but I was hurting just the same.

I bit at my lower lip to stop the tears that was forming at the corner of my eyes from flowing. Don't let him see you cry. Don't let him see you cry. I glared at him for a short while then stood up to leave. When I had slammed the door shut and locked it. I walked to the corner of the room and pressed my back against the wall and there the tears fell.

Just like the waterfall they kept running down my cheeks. What was wrong with him? I was trying to at least get adjusted to the idea that we were going to be married. That we would have to children together. And that my love would be unrequited. My legs suddenly felted heavy so I slid myself to the ground. I was never good with my emotions until that very moment. I never felt the need to shed a tear for anything. Here I was not even recognizing that girl anymore. That was my flaw. Mine. I didn't need any one pointing out the one thing I already knew about myself. That was the one thing that had made me who I am now. But still it's my flaw. Letting curiosity get the best of me.

Outside I still heard the rain pouring and hitting against the glass. Of course the skies crying for you as well, yet my tears refuse to stop like I was going to cry a whole river. Why was I feeling so bad? Because this relationship was going no where. Why had professor Dumbledore wanted us to be together?

"Hermione." I raised my head enough for my eyes to get the vision of the voice speaking to me. But it had been blurry; I could only see the red hair. I felt rough hands brush away the tears still falling. Then suddenly I was pulled into a warm embrace. "I'm sorry."

(A/N: Yes yes I know that Fred's OOC but this was how I had intended for him to be in the beginning. And as for who Harry, Ginny and Charlie's marrying, it will be revealed. Not to worry. Thanks for reading and your patience's.)