Summer Pt. 2
(Fred's POV)
SUMMER AFTER THEIR FOURTH YEAR. (GOB)
Excitement.
Love.
Unfortunate.
Star-crossed.
Damaging.
Heartbreaking.
Dangerous.
I can try but the descriptions are endless on how much has happened during and after the Tri- Wizard tournament. We lost a worthy Hufflepuff and have the blanketed darkness of Voldemort being back. Not everyone believes Harry but I do. Harry can't seem to catch a break from misfortune. It's drawn to him like a moth to a flame or Gilderoy to his own reflection. But in the end, misfortune happens and all we can do is grieve and make the best of the time we have. Cue our own savior of a lad, Harry James Potter.
We're on the train back home from Hogwarts, all squeezed into a cabbie.
"You're sure about this Harry?" George and I ask him for the 100th time.
"Totally, now quit asking," Harry annoyed.
"Harry, why would you give all your tournament winnings to my git brothers?" Ron mumbled through a cupcake. "You know what you could buy with that?
"I don't need money, I just need you guys and maybe by Merlin's sake, to not get killed next school year," he sighs looking out the window.
"Shut it Ron and eat your cupcake, Harry you will have 100% discount at our store for life!" George smiles hitting me on the shoulder.
"We really appreciate it Potter, you've changed our lives," I reach over and kiss him on the lips all dramatically.
"Come off it will you," Harry laughs wiping his face.
"What discount will I get?" Ron asks.
"None," George and I say in unison. We smile at him mischievously.
"Hermione, Do you hear this nonsense?" Ron says to Hermione who is sitting next to Harry. She doesn't look up from her book. "We don't get a discount."
"Um, we never said that," I said, walking over to sit in front of Hermione. I touch her leg.
"She also gets a five finger discount," I smile. She looks up and smiles back at me before looking back at her book.
"How is that fair?" Ron yells.
"They are our special mates Ron, don't be ashamed of who you are, thats your parents job," George says, opening up our invention journal. Harry, Ron and George go onto a side conversation about Quidditch and how they want to try a new move with Harry's Firebolt.
"So, are you excited to come to the burrow for the summer?" I ask Hermione, sitting back against my seat.
"Mm-hmm," she mumbles.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Do you think I'm sexy?" I smile.
"Mm-hmm."
"How about Mad-eye? I smirk. She looks up at me and closes her book.
"I was finishing a chapter but no, I prefer Harry's godfather, Sirius," she smirks.
"Sirius Black? Wow, fair." I laugh.
"He's dashing, no? She smiles slyly.
"Ok, pump the sex breaks, I'm getting kind of jealous here," I admit, holding my hands up.
"I was listening you goof, yes I'm exited to spend the summer with yoo…at the burrow," she says fast.
"Me?" I grin.
"No, the burrow." She says flatly.
"No, you said," I start to say.
"The Burrow," she smiles.
"Fine, play your games Mrs. Granger, I can play too," I wink.
"Counting on it," she laughs her sweet magical sounding laugh and opens back her book. I smile to myself and look out the train window. I feel my stomach rumble.
"Hey does anyone want anything from the trolley?" I ask standing up. Ron starts to say something. "No one? Okay be back in a gif," I say before stepping out the box. I walk down the aisle and see the trolley attendant. Then a shadow comes out of no where and steps in front of me.
"Hey, watch it," I say. I look up and see Draco's smug face.
"Weasley," he says in a cold tone.
"I suggest you move," I say callously. He puts his hand on my chest stopping me from walking past him.
"Listen Weasley, I know what you're doing," he whispers harshly.
"Do you? Seems impossible because I never know what I'm doing."
"Hermione will forgive me, I promise you that. She loves me, she knows it and I know it. This pathetic thing you have going on will not last," he smirks, pointing down the hall.
"Is that what you plan to say at court?" I say, shoving him with my shoulder, walking past him. I hear his scuff before walking back into his compartment. I walk to the trolley.
"Anything for you dear?" The attendant asks.I look around at the goodies on the cart, feeling disgusted.
"I've lost my appetite, thanks," I say, turning back. I walk back into our compartment and look at Hermione, reading and seeming at peace. I smile.
A lot happened to Hermione last summer. Her abuse program she attended for the summer seemed to really help her through the experience with Draco. She filed to the wizard council about the incident and she's still waiting for trial. This is typical especially when Lucius has puppets on the inside. She's been so strong through this school year. Draco was so scared of Viktor Krum. The Bulgarian sex on a stick, from the Durmstrang Institute that Draco had stayed clear of Hermione all year. Maybe with some other protectors watching over her as well. Viktor was a contestant for the Tri-wizard tournament and was smitten for Hermione. His muscles didn't scare me, I'm far too charming and funny to worry about some professional seeker. Im totally kidding, I don't know why she didn't chose that dream boat, maybe we should have her head checked or medicated? I'm ready for this summer though, finally get to spend some time with her. The Twi-Wizard tournament was so time consuming and she was always studying or helping Harry, who has trouble find him literally everywhere. Harry requires around the clock care. We talked but mainly our playful flirting banter. I'm trying to forget the whole Aging potion mishap. She is too smart for her own good.
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Everyone gets to the Burrow, except Hermione because in order for her to stay she had to come have a final dinner at home. She plans to visit them throughout but I think they just missed her. Harry gets to stay all summer too because George and I forged a letter to his uncle about a contagious disease that has been going around the school. The Dursley's' are so thick-headed it worked like a charm. They were so scared Harry would infest them they banned him from the house until a "confirmed" follow up letter of his recovery.
I walk up the stairs to my room and drop my bag on the bed. I sit down next to it and just smile to myself.
"You make me ill," George said in disgust. Tossing his luggage on his bed.
"What?" I say in defense.
"You know what, smiling like a git," he says putting a finger to his throat.
"Draco threatened me on the train," changing the subject.
"He did what?" George says, tone changing.
"It may not have been threat, I don't know. I've been pondering on whether to tell Hermione or not," I say looking up at him for advice.
"Don't," he says definitively.
"He's just so… evil, I worry for her," I say concerned.
"She has made so much progress, I think it should would set her back. Plus, Malfoy is all talk and always will be. I wouldn't worry, plus she has us," he smiles, hitting my shoulder.
"You're right," I half smile.
"Now get a shower before she comes, you smell troll awful," he says before walking out the door.
I smile to myself and stand up to walk to the bathroom.
Our summer together, finally.
