The moment she entered her room, she saw Fred completely drunk. The boy was standing by the window and waiting for her with his silly and cute smile at the same time. When he saw her, he began to approach the girl, who was looking at him with confused and nervous eyesight.
He: What are you doing here ?! Come out!
F: I came to talk.
He: I don't want to talk to you! Please! Come out!
F: Oh yes, we have something to talk about! You can't get rid of me that fast!
He: Get out! Leave my room right now!
F: No!
The young witch ran out of words, she had never seen Fred like this. He was angry and desperate at the same time. She wanted to bite off some brilliant remark to the redhead, but she couldn't. The words stuck in her throat. Suddenly, Weasley started walking towards Hermione. The brown haired girl started to step back, unfortunately she met the wall. The redhead hugged her with one hand around the waist, and with the other he was holding the wall. Centimeters separated them. The witch was unable to escape. Fred held her tight
He: Fred, stand back! You smell like alcohol and cigarettes. You are disgusting!
F: Tell me Granger, what are you in? You've been sitting in my head for three months now, and you don't want to leave, no matter if I don't try, I think about you all the time! Why are you so brave, brave, devoted, beautiful? And that glint in the eye (Smiles to himself)
He: What the fuck are you ?! FRED STAND AWAY! Please!
F: First I told myself I thought I was, then I was wrong, but now that you've changed, I can't control myself. I tried to compensate for this feeling with parties and girls, unfortunately it doesn't help!
He: Leave me alone, Fred! Get out! You are drunk! Please let me go!
F: Fuck, Hermione, understand that since the end of the war I want your body, every element related to your person. I want to be there for you, look after you, see you smile and scowl every morning when you shout at me. So cute, then you look. I don't know why everything about you changes my mood right away. Emotions are tormenting me, and for the first time I can't control it. No girl has messed my head up like you Granger! You don't even know how it makes me angry! Why exactly you ?!
He: Give me a break, Fred! You're drunk, you're delirious! You just think it all! You do not find me attractive! I'm just a nerd, whose friends with your brother!
F: You are more to me, maybe it will convince you.
Fred kissed Hermione, very passionately, but softly at the same time. He held her in his arms as if she would run away from him at any moment. He tried to convey all his hidden feelings in one kiss. Gryfonka tried to push the boy away, but he was too strong and pressed the girl against the wall. On the other hand, she liked what he was doing and didn't want him to finish. After a long moment, she kissed me back. It was her first kiss in her life, it wasn't what she imagined it to be, not with him. Or was it supposed to be like that? Maybe she was waiting for him to do it? After a few minutes, the redhead moved away, pleased with the girl. The alcohol hit him harder and harder, he could barely stand on his feet.
F: We'll get back to this conversation, baby! You won't get away from me!
Fred left the room, leaving Hermione confused in it. The girl was furious with herself that she let the redhead approach her so easily. She liked him so much, but the feeling had no future. They were from two different worlds that didn't connect, but she felt she needed him. She couldn't admit to herself that she liked Weasley. The young witch went to bed. She could not fall asleep for a long time, the situation from before a moment was in her mind all the time. She didn't fall asleep until morning.
George looked for a twin all over the garden. He was afraid of what he could do, because after drinking alcohol he was unpredictable and painfully honest. He did things that he wouldn't have thought of when sober. When he wanted to give up, he thought about the Burrow. Maybe he was home? He went inside, saw him immediately, despite the fact that the room was dim. He spotted him sitting at the long dining table. He was grinning from ear to ear and sipping Butterbeer.
Ge: Shit! Where you were?! I was looking for you!
F: At Hermione's (He started smiling to himself)
Ge: Why? What did you do to her? (He asked furiously)
F: I said what I thought about her, how much she annoys me. (He says calmly)
Ge: So what exactly ?!
F: I'll tell you tomorrow, brother, tomorrow. Okay? I'm going to bed.
Ge: Fred, you are so drunk you won't remember anything tomorrow!
F: Then you won't find out. Oops. Your Loss Forge!
Fred started walking towards his and brother's room. George followed him. He wanted to make sure that the idiot wouldn't do anything stupid again, but at the same time he knew that he would learn nothing from the redhead, who most often remembered nothing about the parties for the next day. He stated that he needs to talk to Hermione in the morning, only she can explain what happened? He was worried that they had argued even more. He saw them both sigh secretly to each other. He wanted their happiness. The twin made sure that his brother was safely in bed and returned to the party. The fun lasted until dawn. The last guests left around six in the morning, leaving a terrible mess in the garden.
Hermione woke up very early, considering she fell asleep in the morning. She checked her watch, it was almost eight in the morning. She stated that she would not fall asleep anymore. She looked at sleeping Ginny, smiled, then went to the bathroom, but suddenly realized what had happened yesterday. She immediately lost her temper, but decided not to think about it. She preferred to forget. She put on a tracksuit and went down to the kitchen, the people of the Nora were still asleep, so she prepared breakfast and aspirin for everyone. She ate her own meal and went out to the garden, she immediately started cleaning up the mess that was indescribable. Empty bottles of alcohol, dirty plates, cups and decorations lay everywhere, and Mrs. Weasley's favorite flowers were trampled underfoot.
Hours later, she felt someone standing behind her and was watching her closely when she turned to see George. She knew how to recognize them. They were identical and so different from each other. Everyone smelled different, Fred's perfumes expressed confidence and aggressiveness, while George's delicacy and determination, moreover, was distinguished by their way of walking, smile and, most importantly, gaze. There were sparkles in Fred's eyes that she couldn't name when he looked at her, and George showed friendship, caring, and brotherhood.
Ge: Someone told you that you are fantastic!
He: Not yet, so you can talk.
Ge: Delicious breakfast, thank you! Can I help you with something?
He: I'm glad you enjoyed it! Actually, you can carry the sackcloth with laughter because it is very heavy. (Stands sadly)
George grabbed the garbage bags and walked over to the garbage cans. Hermione sat down on a bench near the tree that was on the hill where the Burrow could be admired in all its glory. There was a sad expression on her face. The red-haired boy sat down next to her. He didn't want to beat around the bush. He must have known what his clone had done, moreover, he noticed immediately that the eyes of the brown haired girl were absent. He was afraid of what he would hear, but he knew that if he did not find out, he would not be able to help him correct his mistake. From the moment the war started, he had seen the sparkle in Fred's eyes as he looked at Hermione. He knew that the brother fell in love with the girl without memory, because she was his ideal. He realized that the twin would not admit it himself, because this feeling is alien to him for girls. He hoped her friend was returning the redhead's interest.
Ge: Please tell me what my twin did yesterday?
He: I don't know what you are talking about? (She pretends to be surprised)
Ge: Don't pretend ... Please ... I know Fred was at your place last night. He's unpredictable after alcohol. I need to be sure he didn't hurt you.
He: Don't worry, it's okay. (She says sad)
Ge: Hermione, please tell me what he told you. He was strangely pleased to meet him. Anyway, I can see that something is bothering you.
He: You really want to know?
Ge: Of course it is! Please!
He: He came to tell me that I am guilty for drinking and smoking and chasing girls.
Ge: WHAT? I'll kill him! What else did he tell you ?!
He: He kissed me.
Ge: What the fuck ?! I do not understand. Please tell me everything in order.
Hermione tried not to cry. At the last minute, she managed to get hold of her tears and began telling George in detail what had happened during the night. The redhead listened carefully to everything. He was shocked, he did not expect such a deep feeling that the side of his clone. He knew he liked the Gryffindor girl, but he didn't know that much.
Ge: Wow! My brother is crazy about you!
He: Then better stop it! I'm sick of him! I'm gonna go see about Ginny. Please don't tell anyone about this.
George wanted to say something, but he couldn't. Hermione ran towards the Burrow. The Gryffindor followed the witch's footsteps, he immediately went to his room. He needed to talk to his brother. He ran into the room where the hungover twin was sleeping. It smelled worse than the distillery. The redhead was dismissed at first, but he knew he needed to talk to his brother. He took a pillow off his bed and started hitting the twin with it.
Ge: You finished, idiot!
F: Don't scream! I have a headache!
Ge: I'm not surprised at all! You drank two bottles of Firewhisky and a few beers!
F: Really, that's it? Wow! I don't remember anything. The last thing I remember is that Ernie was dancing with Hermione. (He said softly)
Ge: You don't remember anything more?
F: I say, that not! Will you let me sleep?
Ge: No! You're a complete asshole and a moron!
F: Can you tell me what exactly do you mean ?! What did I do again ?!
Ge: I will tell you very precisely what I mean in a moment, that it will go to your heels!
George told Fred in detail yesterday evening. Weasley was staring at him with his mouth open. He couldn't believe he had done it. The worst part was that he kissed her, and he doesn't remember it. He couldn't remember the taste of her mouth over and over again, and with what passion they were doing it. He remembered nothing. He felt disgusting with himself. He didn't know what to do. He was desperate, suddenly all the alcohol had evaporated from him. He wishes it would turn out to be a bad dream. He pounced on Hermione! He almost hurt the girl of his dreams! What? What dreams? It was the alcohol, he didn't think soberly, after all he only liked her a little, and the percentages had caused a little confusion. They will never be a couple.
F: Oh mother George. What have I done?
Ge: You fucked up! She won't forgive you for this. Old man, you pounced on her. You accused her of making you an asshole and lame.
F: ...
Ge: What are you going to do about it? You care for her, and don't lie to her that you don't. You are always honest after drinking. You love her!
F: I don't know if it's love. I like it, but only a little. I didn't want to pick her up or lunge at her. Never! We both know he deserves better than me. I'll try to apologize to her and nothing else.
Ge: Fred ...
He didn't have time to finish his sentence because Fred left the room. He took a shower and went for a walk. He couldn't forgive himself for behaving this way towards her. She was important to him, he didn't want to hurt her. He couldn't use her, and he almost did. Everything he said was true. He was crazy about her, he wanted to be with her, but couldn't. He didn't understand the feeling, didn't want anyone to know about it. He himself could not stand in front of the mirror and say that he fell in love with her. It was distant and unreal for him at that moment. He wanted to forget about her immediately! He sat down on the grass and lit a cigarette. He would like to turn back time so that yesterday evening would not happen, or play it differently.
The Weasley's parents returned to the Burrow by late afternoon. There was no sign of the party held at home. Molly had dinner ready for everyone. Hermione sat sad at the table. She wasn't eating, she was playing with her food. Fred watched her surreptitiously. He wanted to go over to her and take her to a place where they could be alone. He wanted to explain everything to her, apologize, be by her side, kiss her again. What? Not! He wanted to apologize only and only, unfortunately the young witch avoided him like fire all day. George tried to keep his word by not telling anyone what had happened between Fred and Hermione, but Ron heard the brothers talking, so everyone except Mr. and Mrs. Weasley knew what had happened.
M.W: What were you doing when we were gone?
Ge: We were polite as little angels. We played exploding fool etc.
H: Yes, nothing special was happening.
A.W: Hermione, are you okay? You didn't eat anything.
He: Yes, good. Sorry, I'm not hungry.
M.W: Has something happened?
He: No, of course not! Just ... I'd like to go to my parents. I won't see them for a long time. I would like to spend the last days of my vacation with them
M.W: Of course, darling, the twins teleport with you.
He: No! It is enough for me to use the Floo network. I'm already packed. My parents are waiting for me.
M.W: If you prefer so. Remember that you can come back to us at any time.
Hermione took her bags and said goodbye to everyone except Fred. The boy stood aside and watched the situation. He wanted to keep her, but couldn't. He couldn't break through. The young witch uttered the formula and after a while she was at her home. There was no one in it. She lied that her parents were waiting for her. They were at the dentists' convention and would be back in two days. The girl was alone. She wanted to think and rest. She realized that if she stayed in the Burrow, the redhead would do anything to talk to her. She didn't want this. She avoided him as best she could. She was furious with herself for the Gryffindor boy approaching her so easily. She liked it, so she couldn't push him away yesterday. She knew that they could not be together, because each of them has different goals, desires, and attitude to life. Most importantly, she didn't want to be on the list of the ladies Fred had slept with.