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Enforced Love

Chapter One

A CRACK sounded through the otherwise silent air as the brown-haired girl apparated away from The Burrow. She was absolutely shattered when the news reached her ears. She didn't care where she went. Anywhere but here, she kept repeating. Her thoughts were jumbled and messy. She couldn't form a straight one and wherever she ended up, she didn't care.

As long as it was away from Ron and the news of his new fiancée. She didn't know what this meant for them but what she knew was that it would be unfair to Cho Chang to continue their relationship. She was sure that if Cho was in a relationship already, her thoughts wouldn't be any different either.

Tears formed in her brown eyes as she thought of Cho and Ron together. Her stomach churned in a sick way and she couldn't bear the thought of them together much less the reality of it. She knew that they would have to get married. There was no way to get out of it.

As the wind picked up, she wrapped her arms around herself tightly. Her tears streamed down her face slowly, as she looked around at the scenery she'd found herself in. She didn't know where she was but she knew it was better than being with the Weasleys. She didn't feel like she belonged there – she felt out of place, even with being Ginny's best friend.

When they had gotten together, she knew that if there was any reason they broke up - though, at the time she believed there was no reason they would – things would change drastically. Things wouldn't work the way they should and every word and action made would be awkward.

She didn't just mean awkward to them but to everybody as well, not just the two parties involved in the past relationship. She knew somebody would have to man-up and leave. The thing was that the Weasleys were Ron's family, not hers and to ask him to leave would be wrong on so many levels.

She took a seat on the outside seat in the middle of the park she'd come to. She remembers this park dearly as a child. Her family would take her here whenever they wanted and they would play for hours on end. Their laughter was heard by all the nearby houses. They didn't care though because they were having fun, spending time as a family.

Her tears became heavier as sobs racked her body. She missed her parents dearly. She hadn't seen them since she'd erased their memory. They were somewhere in Australia, having the time of their lives. The thought made a small, bittersweet smile crack upon her lips. They had so many memories together and Hermione would be the only one to remember them.

Her eyes strayed to the ground, looking down at the small flowers poking through the grass. She blinked her tears back as she heard an owl fly by. She wasn't sure if it was lost or it was having trouble locating somebody. She looked up, frowning, "Come here," she said and the owl flew over to her. She laughed dejectedly as she realised that this was Pigwidgeon who was carrying her letter in his beak.

"Hey," she said, smiling a bit, "Your flying is getting better."

She took the letter out of Pig's mouth and placed it on her lap. Pig waited for a treat and instantly Hermione felt bad. She bit her bottom lip, "I'm sure I don't have any," she said and Pig, disappointed, flew away. She sighed, even Pig didn't want to stay. She'd known Pig as long as Ron and even the owl picked Ron over her. She knew that wasn't entirely true but still, she thought about that a bit.


The door slammed loudly causing even Ronald Weasley to flinch back a bit. He took a seat anywhere and looked up at the sky. He couldn't believe that Cho was his fiancée and when Hermione heard the news, she'd stormed off. He wanted to explain that he hasn't seen Cho in forever and he had never once felt a thing towards her, at least not romantically. She was Harry's ex-girlfriend, not Ron's. He didn't know what was better, being paired with Cho or Lavender right now. He was sure that Cho still won and that's saying a lot.

A frown appeared on his lips as he thought of how upset Hermione might be. He knew he wasn't perfect and she sure as hell deserved better than him but the reality of knowing even the Ministry thought so hurt him a lot. Who was a better match for Hermione Granger than her boyfriend, Ron Weasley, himself?

He didn't want to know and he hoped that somebody gave Hermione her letter before Ron was tempted to open it himself. He knew that Hermione would kill him if he did. He just couldn't understand why they weren't paired together. Everybody knew they were good for each other. They even made Head Boy and Head Girl together. Ron was sure he proved he was a worthy match, at least a little bit.

The backdoor behind Ron opened a crack and he turned around. "Got room for one more?" Questioned Harry, as he stood in the door way, looking down at his best mate. Ron shrugged, "I don't mind the company," he mumbled. Harry nodded and took a seat beside him, "I know you're upset but I'm going to talk to them tomorrow to see if we can change it."

"Don't bother," he replied, "Whoever her match is will be the better choice for her. If they think that he is a more worthy candidate and can make her happier, then I am all for it."

Harry quirked an eyebrow at Ron's comments. Ron laughed a bit, "Don't act surprised because I guess, I've always felt this way. I just, I don't think I quite deserve Hermione. I always do something stupid and she's angry at me for days because of it and the worst thing is, half the time, I don't even know what I've done!" He said, feeling like he's never said that enough for the point to get understood.

"And I just, if he can make her happier than me instead of angry than I won't fight for her," he finished, playing with his fingers in his lap.

Harry frowned, shaking his head, "But nobody can make her happier than you." Ron closed his eyes, "Somebody else could and I'm not going to step in the way of something that makes her happy," he murmured. "I won't be that guy."

Harry understood where Ron was coming from but Ron couldn't see the bigger picture. He stood up, looking down at the redhead. "I get that," he mumbled. He walked back towards the door. "But do not be the guy that doesn't fight for her because than you will regret it," he said as he opened the door and walked inside, leaving Ron to ponder his thoughts some more.


A DING sounded as George entered his joke shop, walking quickly to the back room. He didn't notice that the sign moved from 'CLOSED' to 'OPEN'. He was too preoccupied with everything going on. As soon as he made it to the back room, he ran up the stairs towards the room he was staying in. He paused as his fingers touched the doorknob, he looked over at the other door that was his late brother's room. He could hardly stand being in it, half the time.

He turned around and walked over to the other room. He paused at the doorhandle before opening it. He slowly walked in, blinking to adjust to the darkness. He walked over to the blind and opened it a little. He looked around the room, feeling like he didn't belong, like he was intruding on his brother's privacy.

The walls were covered in photos of the boys and their other best friend; Lee Jordan. But there were two photos of just the two of them and George's heart constricted. He walked over towards the wall and plucked one of the photos off. It was there one were Fred was pulling a funny face, his eyes moving around in funny directions and George was holding a hand to his head, moving it ever-so-slightly in a 'he's crazy' sign.

He laughed softly, as tears trailed down his cheeks. "God, Freddy, I miss you so much," he said, brokenly. He looked over at the other photo of the two of them. It was their 'departing' photo (as the two never graduated), and their hats were tipped awkwardly, and Fred was pushing him side-ways in a way to push him out of the photo. He remembers that memory so well.

"Get out of the photo, you're running it!" Fred laughed, pushing George out of the way as the camera flashed in their eyes. "No you're the one stealing my spot light," yelled George right back, making their sister Ginny laugh in the background. "Your spot light? Please," laughed Fred, "Everybody knows I'm the better looking twin!"

George laughed, "You're the ugly one!" Fred pretended to look offended, "Please!"

"You guys look the same," laughed Lee, "So you're both ugly!"

The twins shared a look before saying 'Says you' and they tackled their best friend onto the ground. They had never laughed so hard in their lives before, George reckoned.

"And we never had so much fun before, either," he mumbled, staring down at the photo that sure as hell didn't tell the story behind it. The photo itself didn't give it justice any more than the photo did Fred himself justice. George didn't want to cry, he'd done enough of that but he knew that he had to tell Fred that things were going to change.

Not in a way George had ever thought or ever considered.

"Fred," he whispered, "Listen to me, some things a-are going t-to change," he started, pausing, shaking his head at the photo. He didn't have enough courage to see Fred's tombstone. He hadn't been able to go since the funeral. He simply couldn't get up the first couple months. Life without his other half was pointless at first but then Percy came and knocked some sense into him.

And then George got up and showered and gave life a go again. He could've killed Percy the first month because he kept waking George up at 6AM and didn't let George leave his sight. After the first month, Percy started fixing the shop up. George was pretty angry that Percy thought they could just do it without Fred.

"No, not without Fred, you numbskull, but for Fred."

It took them three months to get the joke shop presentable but by then it was the New Year and they opened right on time. People flocked in, surprised to see it opened after a year of nothing. At first, Percy worked whenever he could – which wasn't a lot because of his demanding job at the time – so Ron would fill it whenever he could and Harry and Hermione came around as well.

For a bit there George couldn't face the world so he worked in the back, trying to make the products. It was a slow year without any inspiration for new products but eventually, everything was settled and George would invent with a photo of Fred always near. As the weeks went by, Harry and Hermione only came in to buy products rather than work and Ron's visits were rare but treasured.

Percy quit his job and worked full-time and the thought made George feel honoured just as much as he felt he had caused this. He didn't want Percy to lose his well-paying job for a job with a salary that would never match the amount the Ministry offered.

The thought burned in the back of George's mind. "P-Percy might take a good job, you know, instead of working here." George started, shaking his head, "No, that's not how I want to start it."

He licked his bottom lip and tried again, "The Ministry passed a law where we have to marry the person they choose for us," he started and then stopped. "No, not like that," he said again. "Okay, Fred, things won't be the same and I don't want to get married and know that you won't be at my wedding." He paused, throwing the photo on the ground, feeling utterly upset.

He looked over at the photo of Angelina Johnson and Fred at the Yule Ball and he knew just who to talk to. Maybe it'll help find how to break the fiancée news to Fred as well.

He picked up the phone on Fred's dressing table and dialed the number. As soon as he heard a 'hello' he spoke.

"Can you come down to the joke shop? I need to talk to you."