Chapter Seven: Over Now

Author's Note: I am so sorry that the point of view changes were hard to follow in the last chapter. I added them on Microsoft Word but for some reason they didn't appear when I uploaded and posted. I want to thank Heart of Flame for pointing that out.

Also, in the last chapter I said this chapter would be called "Everybody's Fool". Well it's not. I changed my mind. (What can I say? I'm a very indecisive person. Ask anyone) I like that song and it fit but this one seemed to fit just a bit more because someone's relationship if going to be "over now". Ha, ha.

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Here we go take a bow

because we're over now

you were not there for me

when I needed you and honestly

I think I loved you more

if that's possible

I think I loved you more

it's over now and I can't save you

some things are better left unsaid

and all the promises I made were so stupid

maybe we'll be able to be friends

if that's possible

two days gone I'm alright

but you can't sleep at night

what is it you don't like?

and I'm happy now

I was playing with your head

and I closed the door

I was cheating when I said I loved you more

its over now and I can't save you

some things are better left unsaid

and all the promises I made were so stupid

maybe we'll be able to be friends

If that's possible

It's over now and I can't save you

Over Now by Busted


This was not how it was supposed to turn out. Pierre was the perfect boyfriend. My perfect boyfriend. Not some French girl's fiancé. My boyfriend. MINE!

But no, because if this girl was telling the truth, she was the fiancé to my perfect boyfriend. Which I guess means that he wasn't as perfect as I thought.

"PIERRE!" The other girl shouted as she kicked Pierre's door open with her high-heeled black boots. Lavender would have killed for them. They looked like the expensive kind that Lavender drools over in the pricey shoe store windows, so I'm guessing that they weren't meant to be used to open doors. But they did the job.

"Marie," he said, walking towards her. He tried to wrap his arms around her but she pushed him away. Then he looked past her and saw me holding a picnic basket like an idiot.

"You 'ave some explaining to do, Pierre," Marie folding her arms over her chest.

"Shit," Pierre muttered under his breath. He then let out a sigh and turned to the two of us. "Marie, this is Hermione, she is a reporter for the telly news. Hermione, this is Marie, my publicist."

The fight was suddenly put on hold when Marie turned around, smiled, and shook my hand. I know, I was just as shocked. "Hi!"

It took me a second to find my voice but when I did, I snapped, "I thought Alex was your publicist."

"Zat's my nickname," Marie replied, quietly. "My name is Marie Alexandria."

"I call her Alex," Pierre lied right to me.

"You just called her Marie!"

"She is right," Marie nodded.

"You led me to believe that Alex was a guy!" I told him.

Pierre stepped back. "No. I never said one way or the other. You just assumed."

"Because you knew I would! You made me assume!" I hissed.

"'ow long 'ave you been seeing her?" Marie demanded to know.

"Two or three weeks."

"We 'ave been together for nine years! Does zat mean nothing to you?" Marie screamed, kicking a chair with her pricey black boots.

"Oh my god! She really is your fiancé?" I said, not truly believing it until then.

"Yes, but it meant nothing, I swear," He told me. Marie looked like she was going to punch him.

"An engagement ring means nothing to you? It means you are going to get married and live with each other forever!" She yelled, edging closer to him.

"She is right!" I told him. "An engagement ring is serious!"

"I love you." He said, looking at both us. Who did he mean? Marie, the gorgeous French supermodel type or me, the insecure British bookworm? Damn it, I lost that competition.


What was I going to do? Marie knew. By then I was pretty sure that Pierre knew that Marie knew. I had to tell Hermione before Pierre told her or worse, Marie told her.

POP!

"Hullo, Fred," Oliver said, setting his broom down on the kitchen table. "Ooh, you made pancakes! Any left?"

"In the pan," I told him.

"What's with the sour mood?" He asked, as he shoveled a couple on the plate.

"Bad night." I said, collapsing into a kitchen chair.

"Same here. My blind date never showed." Oliver said, mouth full of pancake. Merlin, what was it with people and talking with their mouth full? It's a good thing they never sat at the dinner table with my mum. Merlin, would they be in for an earful.

"Do you think she saw you and left?" I asked.

Oliver choked. "NO! Why would you say that?"

Oops, wrong thing to say. "Nothing." I told him, trying to avoid being hexed.

"You know these really aren't half bad. So what made your night suck?"

I explained everything to him. And to my surprise, he listened, only losing eye contact to add more syrup to his pancakes. This may come as a shock to many (believe me, I nearly died laughing when I heard this) but Oliver is considered the "Heartthrob of the Quidditch World" (hilarious, I know). Now that you have this little tidbit of information, you can understand that it has gone to Oliver's head. He is a little (just a little, don't shoot me) bit self-absorbed.

"Fred Weasley, I think you have a problem." Oliver said.

"You think?" I snapped, sarcastically. Hey, don't get mad at me for snapping at the "James Bourne of the Wizarding World", I had a bad day. I would have snapped at the Queen had she made such a stupid comment.

"Dude, you better tell Hermione before she finds out that you knew and didn't tell her. She would be royally pissed if she found out that you told a relatively new friend over someone you've known since you were thirteen."

"Wood, what am I going to do?" I sighed.

Oliver squirmed in his seat. "Look, I'm not exactly the poster boy for good relationships, I mean that thing with Alicia didn't turn out so great, but I really think that if you want anything with Hermione, you have to be honest about this. And fast. Because you said that Marie is talking to Pierre now, and she will probably figure out who Hermione is and talk to her or Pierre will break up with her. Even though you are telling her bad news, I'm sure she'd rather hear it from a sort of friend, rather than the cheater or the other woman."

Wood never sounded so wise in all his darn life. "I should go over," I said, trying to convince myself that I was right. I was having trouble doing so. Not so much because I couldn't say it, more of because I was there when she stormed out with Ron. Man, things flew. I'm talking the flowers he bought her, the jewelry he gave her, and the candles that were around the room (thankfully, not lit candles).

"Get chocolate or something." Oliver suggested, flopping down on our plaid couch in front of the telly. "She'll like that. Girls love chocolate. I don't know why though, cause all they do is complain about the calories."

"Whatever, Wood," I said, trying to ignore him, but deep down I knew that his suggestion was actually pretty good.

Here goes nothing.


"Which one?" Marie and I said in unison. Marie looked at me and smiled. Merlin, she was weird.

Pierre looked at Marie for a couple of seconds. "Mione."

"What?" Marie said, her hands flying to her hips.

"Mione," he said focusing his gaze on me. "I love Mione."

Somebody chose the bookworm over the supermodel? What is this world coming to?

"You do?" Marie said, rather calmly for a person who was just dissed by their fiancé.

"You do?" I asked, just to make sure I heard him right.

"Yes."

Marie looked straight at him and tried to take the huge diamond off her finger. She was having trouble. "Damn it," she hissed, pulling at the ring. "Why today of all days am I bloated?" She asked herself.

Pierre just watched her until the ring came off her finger with such force that she nearly dropped it. Marie started to hand it to Pierre but quickly snatched it back. "You know what? You broke up with me. Zat means zat I get to keep ze ring. I wonder 'ow much zis is worth?" She said with an evil grin.

"Hey, that was a gift," Pierre replied, trying to take it from her.

Marie stepped back and waved her finger at him. "Zis was no gift. Zis was a joke. Sort of like zose wedding vows we wrote, right?"

"You had already planned out your wedding vows?" I asked in shock. Marie and Pierre did not seem that serious. Of course, I did meet them together on the night of their break-up, so that might have been part of the problem.

"Si," Marie answered. "We were getting married in two days! Count zem! Two!" Marie said, waving two fingers around. If you couldn't hear the argument, you would think that she was trying to promote peace.

"Well, Pierre it was horrible knowing you. 'ermione take my advice, run as fast as you can. 'e did zis to me before and I stayed. I was stupid. Don't you be." Marie said, placing her hand on my shoulder. "Aller voir enfer, Pierre!" (A/N: According to the translator, it means "Go to hell, Pierre" but I don't know how reliable those translator things are. Let's just put it this way, it's supposed to say "go to hell, Pierre")

I don't know what Marie said, seeing as how I don't speak French, but I don't think it was nice or it was completely uncharacteristic of her because Pierre's eyes got rather big. Marie walked out of the apartment, her long dark hair whipping around the corner.

"So, how is it going?" Pierre asked, walking towards me.

"You have got to be kidding," I snapped.

"Mione, babe, I love you. I swear I was going to break up with her." Pierre said, grabbing my wrist so I couldn't run as Marie had suggested. "I was just waiting for the right time."

"What? Your wedding night?" The anger just surged through me, I couldn't help it.

Pierre cringed. "I deserve it, I know. But give me a chance to explain." He said, tucking my hair behind my ear. He shut the hotel room door and sat me down on the bed.

"I'm listening," I said, stupidly thinking about how I loved when he tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Mione, I love you. Don't you love me?" Pierre asked. When I didn't answer right away, he repeated it. "Don't you?"

"I'm sorry I would I have answered that but I had this feeling I was going to be sick."

"Mione..."

"Just go on,"

"I really thought that Marie was my soul mate."

"Great way to start off, Pierre. Tell me that your other girlfriend was your soul mate." I hissed, remembering that I was still mad at him.

"No, I thought she was, but then I met you. You, Hermione Alexandria, I knew that you were the one. I love you. You understand me like no one else. You are the only other person in the world who agrees with me about the house elf issue."

"So you love me because of a house elf?" I snapped.

"I love you because you're you. You're my soul mate."

"How is it that you can't even get your soul mate's name right? It's Hermione Granger, it was Marie Alexandria."

"Jeez, just a slip of the tongue, I didn't mean anything by it." Pierre said, covering his face with his hand.

"Everything you have said to me has probably just been a slip of the tongue."

"Mione...I am so sorry, I never meant for this to happen."

"This to happen? Or me to find out?"

"Mione..."

"You know what? I bet you don't love me more than Marie. Marie said that you had done this before. You chose me because you knew that she was through with you. She wasn't going to take you back a second time! You had to choose me! Merlin, I hate you!" I screamed, thrusting the picnic basket into Pierre's stomach.

"I do love you!" Pierre said, holding his stomach but still trying to stand up. He was unsuccessful. I must have thrown the basket harder than I thought. Good.

"Stop saying that!" I yelled, desperately trying not to cry. "Stop it!"

"I LOVE YOU!" he yelled.

"I'm going to be sick," I said, moments before my stomach contents covered Pierre.

"Gross!"

"We're through!"


"That will be six sickles," the clerk said and I paid her for the chocolate.

"Have a good evening." She called as I left the store.

I had a pretty good feeling that was not going to happen.

Merlin, why did I have to do this? I hated facing girls when I screwed up. Why should I have to do it when some other bloke screwed up? Life is not fair at all.

I walked along the streets towards Hermione's apartment. It was quiet, late at night, it seemed like I was the only person in the entire world. Which is quite a silly thought, you know, considering how I know I can't be in the only person in the world because if I was the only person than I would have full control of my life. And I am definitely not in control of my life. My little brother's ex has stolen my heart and a lying jerk has stolen hers, in turn destroying the heart of a friend of mine, only complicating my life even more. Let's face it; I know I have lost complete control of my life when I ask the guy who was voted "Quidditch Keeper with the Prettiest Eyes" for advice.


I ran to the bathroom and rinsed my mouth out with water. Merlin, this was the worst night ever. I didn't feel this bad when I broke up with Ron and our relationship was so much more serious than the one I had with Pierre. Had. Past tense. It was over. My dream guy and dream relationship was over. OVER!

I stomped back into the main part of the hotel room where Pierre was changing his sweater. I picked the picnic basket up off the floor and dumped the contents, everything from potato salad to a container of tea, onto Pierre's bed.

"HEY!" He yelled as he tried to slip a blue sweater on but he got it caught on his big ears. Big ears because he was a liar. Wait, that was big noses not ears. Whatever. He was still a Dumbo. Did I just call him Dumbo? What, was I in preschool?


"Fred? Fred, are you zere?" Marie called into Fred's apartment. "I did it! We are through!" She squealed quite happily for someone who just ended her engagement.

"Fred?" She called out again, wandering into the kitchen. "Fred, why are all ze lights off?"

A loud crash came from the family room. "Who's zere?" Marie demanded to know.

"Don't move! I'm armed!" A voice called from the other room, where only a flicker of blue light could be seen from the cracks between the door and the frame.

"AAAH!" Marie screamed and dropped to the floor. Oliver burst into the room, remote in hand, and went flying across the floor after tripping over a frightened Marie huddled on the floor.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked, still lying sprawled on the floor.

Marie moved her hands that were covering her face. "Fred?"

Oliver breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, so you're not a burglar."

Marie struggled to stand u and grunted, "Do the burglars you 'ave normally ask for you by name?"

"I'm not Fred." Oliver answered. "I'm Oliver, his roommate."

"Ah! Sorry, I couldn't tell being ze dark, you know. Do you 'ave lights in 'ere? Zat's better." She said once he flipped the light switch.

"Oliver Wood, nice to meet you."

"Marie Alexandria."

"You're the girl he told me about."

"Probably. Were you armed with ze remote? She asked, pointing to the remote in Oliver's left hand.

Oliver turned a lovely shade of crimson. "Um......yeah?"

Marie laughed. "What? I was watching Back to the Future. The only other weapon was the blanket on the sofa." He explained.

"Well at least with a blanket you could 'ave strangled ze intruder. What were you going to do, poke zem with ze remote?"

"Hey, it was just the first thing I grabbed. I wasn't thinking."

Marie quieted down but still was trying to hide her giggles. "Is Fred home?"

"No." Oliver replied, getting to his feet.

"Oh."

"He'll probably be home soon."

"All right."

"Want to watch Back to the Future?"


I had to talk to someone. Where was Lavender? On a date with Seamus. I glanced at my watch. It was nearly eleven. They were sure to be done dinner by now.

I apparated home to an empty, dark apartment. "Lavender?" I called even though I sort of knew there would be no answer.

I walked into my room and immediately noticed the framed picture of Pierre and I. It was a mere split second before it went sailing across the room and shattering against the pale green wall before the glittering shards landed on my bed.

Then it hit me. Seamus's apartment. Lavender and Seamus always go to his apartment after their dates to talk. Lavender would totally understand that I needed to talk. I was there for her after her big break-up with Van. Of course we were in seventh year and the only other thing I had to do was write a potions essay, and everyone knows that listening to Lavender rant about that idiot Hufflepuff was way better than writing about the ways to identify a polyjuice potion. (I didn't even need to do research for that one!)

I apparated to Seamus's living room where I found the two of them kissing ......very passionately. So intense, that when I popped in, neither one noticed for a few seconds. Oh but the element of surprise wasn't eliminated. Once Seamus saw me, he fell off the couch and bumped his head on the coffee table. The laugh helped me feel better a tiny bit. Not much, but it was something.

"Mione!" Lavender squealed, sounding as if she was on cloud nine. She did not seem the least bit embarrassed by me walking in on her and Seamus. The same could not be said for Seamus, however.

"Um, hey, what's up?" A lobster red Seamus asked, rubbing the back of his head.

"Look! Engagement ring!" Lavender screamed, holding out her hand. On her ring finger was this huge, gorgeous pink diamond. The ring just screamed Lavender. Even if Lavender didn't love Seamus before the proposal, that ring would have won her over. But I know that Lavender loves him with all her heart.

"So, um, what brings you here?" Seamus asked, trying to fix his ruffled up hair.

"You know what? This can wait. Congratulations, you guys."

"Are you sure?" Lavender asked, straightening her shirt."Wait is that a picnic basket in your hand? I thought you guys were going to an art gallery?"

"Yeah, long story. I'll tell you tomorrow."

"We are going dress shopping!"

"You bet. Have fun." I cringed after I said it. Lavender laughed, Seamus blushed even more. "Forget I said that. I'll see you guys tomorrow."


"Um, hey, could you let me in?" I asked a guy as he used his key to open the entrance door to Hermione's apartment building.

"Do you live here?" he asked and then I remembered where I recognized him. He was the annoying drunk from the party down the hall. What a small world. Well I guess it isn't that small. I mean, he does live in this building. There was a pretty good chance I would run into him here. You know what? I'm going to shut up because I 'm just rambling now. Stupid Fred.

"Um, no, but my friend does and I need to talk to her."

"Whose your friend?"

"Hermione Granger."

"Ah, I know her. Are you related? Cause if you're family I'll let you in. She's not answering her phone or something?"

"Yeah. I'm...uh...her cousin, Fred." I lied but he seemed to accept that.

"Nice to meet ya," He said, slapping me on the back as if we were old friends. You know, this guy wasn't as bad as I thought. I guess first impressions aren't always right.

"Thanks."

I was walking down her corridor when I saw her, standing outside her door, struggling with her keys, a picnic basket in hand.

"Hermione?" I said as I approached her.

"Fred!" She said, forgetting her keys and flinging her arms around me. She buried her head next to my jacket and just cried. "He had a fiancé!"

I put my arms around her. It killed me to see her so upset but at the same time I was happy. Hermione was in my arms. How wrong is that?

"Let's go inside," I whispered, taking her keys from her fist.

"Thanks, Fred."

"What are friends for?"


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