Hello again, dear readers. Just wanted to let you know that I'm currently working on a Dramione fic (I know, I feel as if I'm betraying Fremione too) but check it out if you are indecisive like me and can't decide between two contradicting ships.
Disclaimer: Sadly, no matter how much I wish it, Harry Potter will never belong to me.
Chapter Two
Frustration and Stubbornness
"There's my favorite genius," said Fred as he walked up to the Gryffindor table for dinner. Hermione smiled up at him, not noticing Ron glaring at her and Fred. "I had a thought," he said. "There's a Hogsmeade trip this weekend. We could have the magazine done by then and ask shops to have copies in their stores."
"That's a great idea," She replied with a grin, and they set to making plans for the weekend. After everyone had indulged in large helpings of roasted potatoes, mincemeat pie and treacle tart (Hermione had long since given up on not eating to support her S.P.E.W. campaign), Harry, Ron and Hermione walked back to the common room.
"I thought we were going to Hogsmeade together, Hermione," said Ron.
"I'm sorry, Ron but Fred and I really want to publicize the magazine. It'll be great for business."
"Since when do you care about that, Hermione? You hate their products. You used to be in the library or spending time with me and Harry in your free time and now every second you have when you're not doing school work is with Fred!"
"I don't necessarily approve of their business but I want them to do well and be successful because I care about them, is that wrong?"
"But I care about you, Hermione. For Merlin's sake, you're my girlfriend and you need to spend time with me!" Ron practically yelled, his face becoming increasingly redder.
"Oh so since I'm you're girlfriend suddenly I have to spend every second with you?"
"I didn't say that-"
"But you're telling me who I can and can't spend time with," She said fiercely.
"I don't like you spending so much time with Fred," he replied, his eyes narrowing.
"Look I just came up with a good idea and I want to help. You've got to stop being so jealous all the time!"
"Jealous am I?"
"Yes, he's your brother for Merlin's sake! You have to trust him and you need to trust me. You're being ridiculous."
"Oh so now I'm ridiculous!"
"I didn't say that-"
"Forget it," Ron said, coldly and stormed off. Hermione looked helplessly at Harry.
"He'll get over it, he's crazy about you, Hermione," Harry reassured, putting his arm around her. She leaned into him. The fire of the common room flickered and the warmth of Harry's arm and the feel of the soft leather couch comforted her.
"Why are we like this, Harry?" Hermione said morosely.
"You're two very stubborn people," he said laughing.
"You could say that again," she agreed and buried her face in his shoulder.
Eventually Harry left and Hermione sat, watching the fire in the fireplace peter out. Fred walked up to her.
"Hey, Hermione, have you seen my tie? I can't seem to find it anywhere…" He said, trailing off when he saw a few tears falling down her face. He mumbled something that sounded a lot like "my stupid brother" and sat down next to her.
"What's wrong?" He asked, a note of concern in his voice.
"It's Ron," she said.
"Of course it is," he said sighing. "What'd he do this time?"
"Oh the usual," Hermione said. "I just don't know what to do, Fred. We never talk anymore unless we're fighting. He's just so frustrating." He wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head.
"He's an idiot."
She laughed at this.
"I mean it, Hermione. He doesn't deserve you." Hermione looked up at him, her eyes wide. The dim light flickered in his dark brown eyes and she couldn't read his face. Eventually she turned away and lay back in his arms.