ATTENTION ! NEW PERSONS !
L: Lee Jordan, E: Ernie Macmillan
Lee didn't answer him, he kept his mouth shut, in the direction of the Burrow. Fred decided to look at the house as well, and then he saw her. The brown haired girl, along with Ginny and Angelina, approached George, who could not take his eyes off the girls. She was dressed in a short, flared pink dress with no straps above the knee. In addition, she wore high wedges and a leather jacket. She wore a very strong make-up that added femininity and a twist, however, her delicately straightened curls added to her personal charm and accentuated her innate childishness. Ginny also looked like a movie star because she wore a black, tight, sequin dress with wide straps above the knee, paired with a short denim jacket and golden stilettos. She tied her hair up loosely and made a lot of make-up. Angelina, on the other hand, looked gorgeous in a red mid-thigh dress and black high heels. The redhead was looking at them with his mouth open.
A: Wow! I told you, Ginny, that you will be speechless! My little girls turned into cats! Wait for the rest of the guys to see you!
G: Oh Angelina, your advice was brilliant! I feel very feminine! Thank you!
He: I'm not convinced. I feel everyone is staring at me.
A: What surprises you, you look divine! The shy Granger turned into a hot chick! George, why don't you say anything?
Ge: I was speechless! You look wonderful! I'm impressed! (Hugs Angelina)
He: Thanks! You look good yourself!
Hermione hugged George briefly. She didn't want to make Angelina jealous. She knew about the boy's feelings. She cheered them on immensely. She thought they were a perfect match. They have similar characters and common interests. They would be the perfect couple. The redhead wanted to impress Johnson in every way, even chose the styling to match the black girl, as he chose jeans, a burgundy shirt and a black jacket for tonight. His medium-length red hair had been gently pulled back, but still disheveled. They looked wonderful together, they complemented each other.
G: Won't you tell me anything nice? Your own sister!
Ge: You're kidding, go get changed! What do you look like, You are about to be attacked by those vultures called boys! Let anyone who touches you recognize the wrath of George Weasley
G: I'm already big! And you're not going to tell me how to dress or who to go out with!
Ge: Oh yeah ...
A: Relax, she'll be fine. She's almost grown up and looks gorgeous! Get hold of George! Don't act like Fred!
Ge: You are right, as always, Angelina. Will you dance with me?
Angelina immediately pulled George toward the dance floor, while Hermione and Ginny started toward Ron and Harry, who were sitting at the table drinking Butterbeer. The Gryffindor girl did not want the redhead to get into an argument with her twin, which would probably last all night. At the same time, Lee and Fred were watching them, in fact most of the eyes were on them, which made Hermione very uncomfortable. She dressed like this for Ginny, who had been begging her for it for over two hours. She would have liked to come to a party in sweatpants or a delicate dress herself, but she knew she would not win over the Weasley girl.
L: Wow! This is Granger? Fuck, but she turned into a chick!
F: My sister said they needed a change, but yes you are right, she looks beautiful (He smiled to himself)
L: I can see right now! They both look horny. You won't mind if he takes care of one.
Lee wanted to go towards the girls, but Fred pulled his hand towards him and looked at him with an evil glare.
F: Don't even try to get close to Ginny. Because you will regret it!
L: Yeah okay, it's your sister, so I'll let her go, but Hermione take the old man! She is asking herself to raise to her!
Fred gave him a hostile look at the same time. Ginny started dancing with Harry. They looked cute and innocent together. They liked each other, tonight had a lot to change in their lives. Hermione and Ron stayed at the table. The young witch felt very uncomfortable when everyone was looking at her. She looked around nervously. She felt he was the main topic of conversation at the party tonight. She was not wrong. Hogwarts students could not meet the brown-haired teenager, they wondered what happened to her? What prompted her to make such a change? The teenager took the glass of Firewhisky from her red-haired friend, which he had just poured, and drank it. She wanted it to give her courage. Ron stared at her, surprised, as she was drinking strong alcohol for the first time in her life. After a while, the boy dragged her to the dance floor. He was a weak dancer, but he wanted to cheer up his friend. Fred was staring at them with his mouth open. He didn't recognize the girl. He would never have expected her to behave like this, he liked what he saw. He smiled to himself, but tried to dismiss the thought as soon as possible.
L: Did she just drink alcohol? Wow! Our encyclopedia has changed beyond recognition. Now I understand! You want to get it! Oh, Weasley! Heavy caliber.
F: What are you fucking? I don't want to get it. I have my dignity, this is the Knowing Granger. Until the end of you, already crazy?
L: I only say what I see!
F: You see it wrong!
He lied, he wanted her, he wanted every element of her. He was going to protect her from the whole world, but he knew that he was the greatest threat to her. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't deserve her. She was wonderful, perfect, beautiful, intelligent, and who was he? An ordinary charmer, comedian and party animal. They came from two different, distant planets, but they both needed each other, only could not admit to themselves that they liked each other, especially Fred, who tried to get as far away from this feeling as possible.
L: I bet you would do it for the right amount. Bet?
F: You don't have the money to bet. She is a challenge, she won't let go easily, and I don't want to waste my time on her.
L: Money maybe not, but a box of Firewhisky?
F: No, there is such an option. I don't want to play with her, she is a member of my family, and she doesn't hurt my relatives!
Fred walked away, furious when he dared to propose such a thing to him. The fact was that he had bet with Lee about girls before, how long it would take for him to get picked up, some women. They set time limits within which it should fit. When he did, he won the bet. He walked over to the table Hermione had been sitting at earlier. He took a clean glass, poured himself a whiskey, and drank it all at once. In the distance, he noticed Katie Bell, his classmate and Quidditch teammate, smiling at him. He wanted to come over to her, after all his name was Fred Weasley, who is the hottest hunk at Hogwarts. He wanted to show it to everyone on this one. He wore black skinny jeans, a blue shirt, and a black leather jacket. He arranged his red hair into an artistic disorder. He looked deadly handsome, no one could resist him. He was well aware of this. He liked to be the center of attention of girls, but his inner voice told him that there was one girl missing from his surroundings, and that only she was enough for him to be happy. He had superseded these thoughts since the end of the war.
As he walked towards Katie, he heard an interesting conversation between Ron and Hermione. He sensed an opportunity for himself to finally talk to her. He didn't want to admit his feelings and fight for her favors, he just wanted them to be between them as before the accident, which means nothing. They are next to each other, but they aren't talking. He preferred it to her constant reproachful gaze toward him.
He: Ron, what are you doing ?! You're stepping on my feet! Ouch! Come on, let's sit down, enough dancing.
R: No, Hermione! You need to cheer up! You look lovely, so what if others are staring! Play! The party is great!
He: I'm trying! You didn't notice? Ouch! Ron!
R: (Looks around) Sorry, the weak dancer with me.
He: Who are you looking for?
R: Lavender, she promised she would come
He: Do you like her?
R: (He was embarrassed) She likes it right away ... Pff ... She's very nice and pretty. I think I can see her! For now, Hermione!
Ron left a confused Hermione in the middle of the dance floor, or rather the grass that served as a dancing place. The sad brown haired girl sat down at the table and started drinking Butterbeer. She felt terrible. She wanted to be in her bed. A smiling Fred approached her. At the sight of him, the girl felt something move in her belly. He looked fantastic, she wanted to hug him and kill him at the same time. It took away her ability to think logically.
F: Hey beautiful, maybe you better dance with me? I dance better than my brother.
He: No, thanks, I don't dance with morons.
F: Hermione, please, we'll have to talk eventually.
He: Certainly not today. I'm trying to have fun!
F: Is that why you are sitting here alone and sad?
He: What are you interested in? Take care of yourself!
The teen sipped a large sip of the Butterbeer and started walking towards the Burrow. It was still early, but she had had enough of tonight's party. Fred started to follow her.
He: Get over it, I won't talk or dance with you! Go to some chick who will immediately jump into your arms!
F: I'd rather stay with you and talk to you!
He: Understand, I don't want to! I'm mad at you! I will never forgive you for what you did!
Unexpectedly, Hermione ran into someone. It was Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff student who had just come to the party.
E: Sorry, I didn't notice you. Wow! Hermione?
He: Yes Ernie and nothing happened. I'm sorry.
E: You look wonderful!
F: Sorry, but we're talking! (He said furious)
He: We have nothing to talk about! How many times do I have to explain this to you ?! Ernie, why don't we dance?
E: Sure! Gladly!
He: Thanks for the compliment, by the way.
Hermione and Hufflepuff boy started walking towards the dance floor. They started dancing next to Ginny and Harry hugging each other. They looked very cute together. The young Gryffindor girl did not feel like dancing with Ernie, she just wanted to free herself from Fred. She was fed up with his insistence. She didn't want to talk to him, not after what he had done and how he behaved to her, to everyone. As they left, she thought she saw anger in the redhead's eyes, she didn't even know how wrong she was. It wasn't anger, there was fury in his eyes and soul. Fred was furious and terribly jealous. He wanted to throw himself at Macmillan for the mere fact of approaching the dark haired girl. He was crazy about her, he realized it more and more. He didn't want the feeling, he couldn't even name it, but it was in him. He went furiously to the table where Lee and George were sitting. He grabbed a bottle of Firewhisky and began to drink it. He was out of control. All the time, he watched Hufflepuff boy and Gryffindor girl play on the dance floor. George noticed the fury that had gripped his twin, but knew that nothing would calm him down now. He guessed it was Hermione. He had known for a long time that his brother had feelings for the witch, but he was afraid to admit it. He decided to keep an eye on his brother for the rest of the evening. He knew that when he drank a large amount of alcohol, he was honest and unpredictable. He drank little himself, he didn't want to look bad in Angelina's eyes.
After an hour, Hermione said goodbye to Ernie and went to the room where she had been sleeping while in the Burrow. Fred was completely drunk right now, doing and saying everything instinctively. He walked over to Macmillan. George followed him, trying to keep his clone from getting into a fight.
F: Listen to me! I will only say this once!
E: What do you mean, Fred?
Ge: Come on Fred, I'll take you to our room, cool down a bit.
F: Shut up, George! And you, Ernie, listen to me, if you get any closer to Hermione, even by a foot! I promise you that your pretty face won't be so pretty anymore! I'll beat you into a sour apple!
E: I'm not afraid of you at all.
F: My advice is to start being afraid of me. Hermione is mine! Understood! You have no right to get close to her!
E: Yes, I just feel sorry for her. She can afford someone much better than you.
Ernie walked away furious. He had liked Hermione for a long time, but he was always afraid to talk. Today he wanted to go out with her, but preferred not to mess with the twins. They were capable of anything. Fred tried to follow him, but George stopped him. He wanted to take him to the Burrow to rest, unfortunately the boy escaped him. He lit up his cigarette and went back to drinking alcohol. George let go, he knew he couldn't get him home now. He went back to dancing with Angelina, but he watched his brother all the time.
About an hour later, George lost sight of Fred. He looked for it everywhere. At the same time, Hermione bathed very thoroughly, washed off her makeup. She finally wanted to be in bed and read a book. The garden party was in full swing, it was only around twelve at night, but the party was not for her. She felt very uncomfortable as everyone was staring at her, drinking alcohol, and her clothing partially deprived her of her confidence. She wasn't herself in it. The fact was she looked devastatingly beautiful, but she was not a real brown haired girl. She emerged from the restroom singing a Muggle song under her breath. When she entered her room, she saw ...
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