Hermione and Ron. Perfect dream couple. Everyone was SO sure they would last forever. But if they were so perfect, they would still be together.
Ron and Hermione had called it quits. Ron had even moved on with his life. He was the star Keeper on the Chudley Cannons.
Hermione was staying at the Burrow temporarily until she found a job and a flat. She walked out of the twin's old room, her adopted room.
She went downstairs and sat on the oddly lumpy couch, hearing and "Oof!" she stood up quickly.
"Oi Hermione! I ain't for sittin'!" moaned Fred, rubbing his stomach where she had sat on him. "Sorry!" she said looking at him with concern.
"It's alright…" he said. Hermione prodded his side. "Get up you prude…your taking the whole couch…" she said. He sighed and sat up.
She sat next to him and he put his head on her shoulder. "Where's your better half?" Hermione asked jokingly.
"Trying to talk Ginny into cooking for him...she won't because she can't use her magic." Hermione grinned. "You hungry?" she asked. Fred nodded.
She stood up and walked into the kitchen grabbing plates. A second later she walked back out with two plates full of food, handing one to Fred.
"I love you Hermione…." He muttered shoving food into his mouth. "I know…" she said, taking a piece of his bacon and setting the other plate down.
George walked into the room sulking. "Oi! Where'd you get food from!" He asked annoyed.
"My bird can use her wand…." Fred said putting his arm around Hermione's shoulders. Hermione rolled her eyes, grabbed Fred's arm and lifted it off of her.
Then she stood up, grabbed the plate of food and shoved it into George's gut. "Don't refer to me as a bird again. Okay love?" Hermione said, going upstairs to fetch Ginny.
"Ginny! Hey the scavengers have been fed." She said to her friend. "Thanks. They terrorize you too?" Ginny asked, searching her closet.
"Nah…they were to busy sucking up." Hermione laughed. Ginny smiled and threw some clothes at Hermione. "Here…put these on."
Hermione frowned. "Ginny….these look a bit tight…" she said. Ginny looked at her. "You frustrate me…" she said, her eyes seeming to point out that they were SUPPOSED to be tight.
Hermione sighed and changed into the much to tight jeans and the black button up shirt. "Honestly Ginny…are we going somewhere?" she asked.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Ron's coming home today! We're having his party remember?" Hermione heaved a sigh.
"Yeah…" she said, putting on black dress shoes and leaving Ginny to get dressed as she went downstairs to the open mouthed stares of the Weasley twins.
"Bloody Hell…" they said together. Hermione chucked a pillow at them and sat down on the couch. "Yes Ma'am." They said, sitting on either side of her.
"So…you getting all dolled up for Ronniekins?" George asked. "Not quite. I couldn't care less about dear Quiddich star right now…" she said.
Fred raised his eyebrows. "George…don't you have to go pick up Alicia?" he asked. George and Alicia had been dating for over a year now.
George grinned and winked. "Yep." And he apparated off. Fred looked at Hermione. "You know your going to tell me what's going on…" he said.
"Well…Ron…when we broke up…we both agreed it was for the best. And when the reporters asked him about it he was nice and polite and said it was a mutual thing and that we were still really good friends and all…"
Fred looked confused. "Yeah…okay…I'm not getting why this is bad…" he said. "Accio Witch Weekly!" Hermione called shrilly. The magazine came flying down into the hands of Hermione.
She opened to a page and shoved it at Fred. Fred sat in amazement as he read it. His eyes got wide, he blushed a bit looking up at her, then he finished by saying "That bloody little bastard!"
Hermione had tears in her eyes. "He…did he really say all those things?" He asked, referring to the huge article in which he had told the reporter she was a slag that had annoyed the hell out of him and he was glad to be rid of her.
She nodded and furiously wiped a tear away, grabbing the magazine and sending it back.
Fred stood up. "Hermione…you can't let him do this to you…I…I'm gonna beat the shit out of him…" he said, grabbing his cloak.
Hermione stood up and walked over to Fred. "Don't be dumb. Please. He'll be here later and I don't want to be here…can we just go to your shop or something?" Hermione asked, her hand on his arm.
"Yea…" he said. "Fred…" she muttered. "mm hmm?" "Erm…well…it's eighty out…I don't think you'll need your cloak…" she said, taking it out of his hands.
Fred grinned. "Yea…" Hermione gave him a watery grin and apparated to the shop. "I'm going to kill you for hurting her Ronald Weasley…" he muttered before following her.