Frankie's POV
I woke up the next morning with last night running through my mind. I was going out with Ron. But I kissed Draco. I lay on my bed in a ball crying to myself. The tears were soaking my pillow. I deserved to be thrown into a dungeon and locked up for the rest of my life. I had led on two guys and betrayed them both. What was wrong with me? I had something good with Ron and, like an idiot ruined it. Suddenly someone burst open my door.
"Francis, where is my house elf?" Gretchen said screaming
"How would I know?" I screamed back. Then it hit me. I did know.
"I gave her a vacation." I said calmly.
"What! We don't pay her for vacations!" she yelled
"You don't pay her at all! She deserved it so I let her free for a week. She'll be back in a couple days. Just calm yourself and so something for yourself once and a while!" I screamed back. I probably shouldn't have said the last part.
"How dare you! I'm letting you stay in my house and you let my house elf free, and then tell me to do something for myself?! You bloody little ungrateful piece of-" she was cut off by someone coming in my bedroom.
"What were you just about to call my sister?" Tommy said.
"I was about to call her an ungrateful piece of shit." She said, looking at Tommy with anger in her eyes.
"You disgust me. You treat your family like shit when they come to see you. You're pathetic." He spat at her.
"Don't think that your parents won't be hearing about this!" she screamed marching out of the room. Tommy looked at me and saw that I had been crying.
"Frankster? What's wrong? I know that it's not Gretchen who made you cry. You've never cried over her" he said smiling.
"It's... its nothing. I'm fine" I said getting out of bed and grabbing a towel to use.
"Frankie, don't lie to me." He said blocking me from going into the bathroom.
"Tommy, I really don't want to talk about it right now okay? I have a lot on my mind and I know that if I try to talk to you about it, I will blow up on you and I really don't want to do that. So please, can I go take a shower?" I said. He nodded and stepped out of my way. I kissed him on the cheek and walked into the bathroom closing and locking the door. After I got out of the shower and had my hair dry and straightened, I put on my clothes and went downstairs. I went outside to sit on the porch and saw my car pull into the driveway. It was Draco coming to return it. He got out and walked over to me.
"Don't look so sad Frankie. I'm sure Weasley will forgive you. You're most likely the best thing that's ever happened to him. Well, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." Draco said while sitting next to me.
"No Draco. He won't and I know that. He's going to hate me, and won't ever talk to me again." I said looking down at my feet.
"Well than maybe you just shouldn't tell him." Draco said handing me the keys.
"Is that what you would have done if I hadn't caught you with Kate?" I said standing up.
"I can't believe you would even think of saying that to me." I said walking back into the house. I slammed the door and walked over to the fireplace. But I had no idea where Ron lived. So I went to someone who did.
"Frankie is that you?" Hermione said.
"Yeah it's me. I was wondering if you could tell me where Ron lives? I need to talk with him." I said.
"Oh, just say the burrow. But there is no need. He's here with Harry, they are playing cards in the kitchen." She said smiling.
"Oh okay. Thanks." I said walking with her back to the kitchen. Harry and Ron spent a lot of time with Hermione.
"Frankie! I missed you." Ron said getting up to kiss me.
"I missed you too. Harry and Hermione as well" I said.
"Ron, do you think we could take a walk? I need to tell you something." I said.
"You know Ron will just end up telling us later so you might as well just say it now." Hermione said a little rudely.
"Yeah I know. But I think it would be better for now if I told him first." I said giving her a 'shut up' look. Ron and I stepped out of the backdoor and once again headed for the dock.
"So what's going on? You seem a bit upset." Ron said looking at me a bit worried.
"Ron I... I need to tell you something. I know you will probably never forgive me for it, but I needed to tell you." I said. He looked very worried right now.
"Frankie what is it? What did you do?" he said
"I... I kissed D... Draco." I said. The tears were forming in my eyes. I never realized how much this would hurt. He just stood there looking at me with no emotion. I couldn't tell if he was going to cry, or yell, or even laugh.
"Ron please say something." I said. This time a tear fell.
"I... How...What were..." was all he said. Then he sat down. He put his head in his hands. I sat down in front of him.
"I'm so sorry. I know you won't want to still be with me... but I want you to know that I still want to be with you. Please Ron just say something!" I said and the tears were pouring down my face like they had the night before.
"Frankie... I can't believe you would do this. I thought you wanted to be with me. But Malfoy? How... how could you?" he screamed. I couldn't see clear anymore. The tears had taken over.
"Ron I don't know what happened. It's like one minute I hated his guts but the next we were kissing. I'm sorry. And I did want to be with you... I still do." I said. Then out of nowhere it started thundering. And rain was pouring down hard, and fast.
"Frankie I... I can't talk to you right now. I don't want to say something I'll regret. I'll talk to you later. Right now I just need to get away from you." When he said that my heart hit the bottom of my stomach. I had done it. I had ruined it all. He was never going to take me back.
"I don't know if I still want to be with you. But I think in a few days after I've cooled off I will know. But not now." He said and turned away to walk inside. I went through the gate and around to the front of Hermione's house. I just kept walking. I walked up the street and kept going. I had no idea where I was but it didn't bother me. I just kept walking. The rain hit me hard, but I hardly noticed it. After about an hour of walking in what I found to be circles I got an idea. I grabbed my wand and said incarnum broomatus (I'm so creative with spells) My broom appeared in front of me. I hopped on and went up in the clouds so no one would see me. The rain was a lot harder on me when I was flying. But I didn't care. I finally could see Gretchen's house and flew down. I hopped off and went into the house.
It had been a week since talking with Ron. I had hardly left my room all week. I had stayed in bed being depressed not letting anyone see me. I soon heard something that sounded like fingers snapping. I turned and saw it was Dorothy.
"Hello Miss Frankie. I'm back! Thank you so much for letting me free for a week. I... Miss Frankie, you don't look so good. Is there anything I can get you?" she asked sweetly. I just shook my head and lay there looking out my window.
"Alright. Well if you need anything, just call. I will be getting back to work now." She said, and with that she was gone. I heard a knock on my door. I was too tired to say go away so I didn't respond.
"Frankie I know your awake. Can I come in?" I could hear it was Tommy outside my door.
"I'll take that silence as a 'yes Tommy you can come in' "he said. He walked in and looked at me. He looked worried.
"Frankie, you don't look to good. Or smell too good. I think someone needs a shower!" he said laughing. I still just lay there, but now looking at the wall.
"Frankie please get up. You've been lying here all week. Just get up and we'll go play quidditch or something." He said smiling.
"This isn't something that a simple game of quidditch can fix Tommy." I said, still not looking him in the eyes.
"Yeah I know. But at least take a shower, you really do stink." He said trying to hold in laughing. I smiled. Well kind of. It was sort of a tiny smirk. I nodded and got up to take a shower. I got in and shaved my legs. I rinsed myself with shower gel and washed my very dirty hair. I got out and blow-dried my hair. I put on a pair of clean jeans and a black tank top. I walked out of my room and closed the door. Then as I was about to come down the stairs I heard my brother call up to me
"Frankie there's someone here to see you." I walked down the stairs and looked to see who it was.It... It was Ron. He really did come like he said he would. For the first time in a week, I smiled. It was one of those cheesy big ones too.
"Frankie can we go talk somewhere?" he asked.
"Sure. We can go to my room." I said. We walked up there and suddenly I remembered how gross it must look after me not leaving it for a week. I opened the door a bit to see how bad it was when I saw it had been cleaned. Dorothy must have done it. I love her! Ron and I sat on the couch I had in my room. I looked at him. He looked at me.
"Frankie I've thought a lot about this..." he said. Oh please make this end good.
"And when Draco came to my house I almost-"
"Draco came to your house! When? Why? What did he do?" I yelled, in anger towards Draco.
"Frankie, Frankie calm down. Draco came to tell me what happened. He told me about what happened between you two earlier this summer. He also told me that the kiss between you two was his fault and that he put something in your food to make you fall in love with him." He said. I just sat there with my mouth open.
"Draco came to your house... and told you all that? But that doesn't make any sense. He hates you... and you hate him...and HE DRUGGED ME!?" I said so very confused.
"Yeah, basically. So I'm here to tell you I want to be with you. I mean you could have easily hid it from me, but you didn't. And that's why I want you even more. So Frankie, will you be my girlfriend again?" he asked staring into my eyes. I smiled.
"Yes, Ron I will." I said.
"Good. Now I can finally do this again," he said. He pulled me into a kiss. It was passionate. His lips were soft and feeling them against mine once again felt wonderful. His tongue entered my mouth. We kissed for a while before I finally pulled away.He looked at me and smiled.
"I'm glad were together." He said.
"Me too." I said smiling. Then I pulled him in for another kiss.