( I do not own Harry Potter, the plot or its characters, they belong to J.K Rowling and The warner bros.)
Across from the dark deep waters of the well known black lake sat a girl. A girl who's face was flushed with large tears streaming down both her porcelain cheeks.
Hidden behind a tree a tall red headed boy peaked at the girl, hands tightened in fists at the sight of her distress.
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Hermione felt a tingling sensation along her spine and knew she was being watched. But by who?
Her hands rubbed against her swollen eyes, as she tried to cease her crying, she didn't want anyone to ever see her like this. She didn't want anyone to see her a sobbing mess.
Ron and lavender kissing wouldn't stop replaying in her head though. The tears wouldn't stop. Over and over again, like a broken record. Lavender draped over Ron, his arms circled her waist…she leaned in-
" What are you doing out here Granger? Isn't Valentine's Day, where's Ronny-kinns? "
At the mention of his name, the last straw finally broke the camels back. By last straw she meant the reminder of Ron…and Valentine's Day. By camel, she meant herself and her now uncontrollable dam of sobs that broke through.
Fred, the twin that was usually full of mischief and laughter was suddenly filled with confusion.
" uh…granger? " he asked, a hand scratched behind his neck awkwardly.
Through swollen lids she looked up at him, embarrassed and heart broken. She cleared her throat, " oh hey Fred." She tried to sounds normal and nonchalant but it wasn't fooling anybody, especially when her face was a dead give away.
He plopped down beside her and faced her, " why you crying granger? Did you get a bad grade on one of your essays? Ooohhh the horror!" He mocked, hands raised to his face, eyes wide and lips parted in "shock".
Snorting, she quietly replied "no." She quickly looked away, she couldn't look at him, he too had the signature red hair and facial structure all the Weasleys had.
He knocked his shoulders against hers, gently. " What did that dumb brother of mine do this time?" He asked quietly.
She took a deep breath, she planned to just come here and cry and then she'd be fine just fine. She could deal with seeing Ron and Lavender together, she could bare their kissing and touching. It was just gonna hurt a little which was fine just fine.
" You know that on Valentine's Day…is when you confess your feelings for someone right Fred? " she asked him, still not looking at his face. He kept his shoulders touching hers as they both sat on the grass next to the black lake. " Huh? Really I thought it was the day that everyone wore green or else you'd get pinched ." He replied jokingly.
She cracked a smile and continued " Well.. I'm sure it's been quite obvious that I like Ron and I thought he might have fancied me too." She felt like her heart was pounding in her ears as she finally said it out loud. She's never told anyone about her crush on Ron before. Never.
" Did he forget it was Valentine's Day?" You can't blame him for that granger, he only has half a brain after all not like us intellectually individuals" He mocked in a prissy tone, his nose stuck up in the air in a posh sort of way.
Fred was always so funny even whenever she was upset he could always make her laugh. Which he did, she laughed out loud then. Tears were no longer falling and her chest felt a little lighter, just a little.
She finally looked at him, eyes still swollen but now held a shine to them gazed into his as she told him what happened.
" Actually, I was wrong he doesn't fancy me or at least he doesn't anymore." She admitted.
Fred laughed then too, " Ron? Ron my brother, who's had a crush on you since first year? He definitely fancies you."
She noticed he had a nice smile, his nose would crinkle when he'd laugh and it was different from Ron's, she rather liked it.
She mumbled something under her breath, " I can't hear you granger u gotta speak up." He told her serious for once after his laughing fit of course.
Looking right into his eyes she replied sternly. " I know Ron doesn't fancy me anymore because I saw him and lavender together, she was on his lap and they were kissing. OH! He also might've mentioned that Harry walked in on him and her making out on his bed..so yeah."
Tears started to prickle in her eyes again as she said out loud that Ron and lavender kissed. Ron and lavender were together.
She wiped at her eyes furiously, " damn it." She complained, fake laughing " I can't stop crying."
She felt a hand on top of her head, it ran through her curls in a comforting manner and next thing she knew her face was resting against a firm chest, that smelled like men's cologne.
A hand was running through her curls gently and the arm that it was connected to was wrapped around her shoulders holding her close to the older boy. It was kind of nice.
" I'm sorry that my younger brother is such an idiot granger." He replied, sadly. " he's a git and is only with lavender because he wants a girl who'll stroke his ego and snog him." He admitted.
His hand moved from her hair to her shoulders, gently fingers massaged them, she snuggled up closer to his chest and sighed, everything he said made sense. Ron was a git.
He tilted her chin up to look into his pretty eyes, " Nothing is wrong with you though Granger, I can promise you that." His hand moved to her cheek, and caressed it like a lover would.
" It's up to you to decide what you want to do, Ron does care about you but he think you'll stay around forever and wait on him. Don't let him think that."
Her eyes widened as she took in his words, that asshole it sounded exactly like him, just like at the Yule ball it was ok for him to have a date but if she did? He was a pompous ass.
She sat there in his arms as she listened to his words, realization was hitting her and her pain was overcome with another feeling fury.
She had listened to his advice with rapid attention, and already decided. She would make Ron Wesley regret treating her as if she was insignificant as if she would always be at his beck and call.
She wouldn't do his homework for him anymore, she wouldn't tolerate his possessiveness towards her anymore, she wouldn't let him be rude to her or talk down to her either. He would treat her as as an equal, as a friend and if he didn't well… she would be done with him.
That didn't mean she wasn't going to try her hardest to make him regret losing his shot with her, she'll show him how much she's worth and when he tries to come around to her, she'll reject him.
She looked up at Fred and smiled, and then hugged his waist tightly, he smelled nice, she said thank you to him, muffled by her closeness to his chest. He still understood her though.
Was it wrong to say she was already over him?
Fred however, he was cute and nice too bad he wouldn't ever see her as more than a little sister.
He looked down at her, and she realized how stupid she was to have gone after the wrong brother. He was way more attractive than Ron, and funny too.
His face had small freckles if you looked close enough along his cheeks, he had beautiful Carmel colored eyes and a smile that would make any girls heart melt. He had strong muscular arms, and his voice should've been illegal. It was sexy, deep and gravelly.
He looked back at her and smiled, " sorry I'm not that good at comforting but I'm here if u need granger, and if u need me to beat that git of a brother of mine's arse let me know and George and I will!" He winked at her, joyfully.
His arms were still wrapped around her she was pretty much in his lap, if anyone were to see them they'd think they were a couple, out on a date at the black lake for Valentine's Day.
Her inner Slytherin smirked, she decided.
" Actually Fred, there is something I wanted this Valentine's Day and I was wondering if you could give it to me instead?" She knew she had no chance with him but, maybe he'd at least give her this.
His face looked confused and down right adorable, " sure granger, unless it's money between seven kids us Weasleys are pretty broke. " he joked
" would you take my first kiss?"
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His face flushed in an instant and he stuttered " uh-uh are you sure granger?" Don't you want it with someone special to you?"
She smiled softly, " I want it with you." She admitted.
She grasped his red and gold tie and pulled his face toward hers.
His lips tasted like peppermint.