Nobody in His Right Mind would've Left Her
"-orge!" Fred hadn't even apparated completely into George's flat when he started screaming his name. "George! George! GEORGE!"
"Fred, what's wrong? What's happened?" George rushed into the living room with a worried look on his face and a towel around his waste.
"Rose left me." Fred said with an emotion in his voice that couldn't be read.
"Merlin, is that all? I was about to get in the shower." George went to turn and head back to the bathroom when Fred grabbed his arm and spun him around to face him.
"Is that all….you ask 'is that all?' No it's not all! Do you know what this means?" Fred was livid that his brother was just brushing this off as no big deal.
"That Rose left you." George shrugged and again went to turn away.
"Not only that. I can finally admit what I have been lying about for so long. I can finally tell the world I love her." Fred nodded and then realized that George had an extremely confused look on his face.
I
burn with desire each time my heart fans the fire
to that old
flame that burns inside of me.
"Why would you tell the world you love Rose now that she left you?" George knew what he meant. He knew that this is exactly what needed to happen, but had to get Fred to admit it.
"George you prat…I'm talking about Hermione." Fred dropped himself down onto a big maroon armchair sitting in the living room.
"I know. But are you sure she even wants you back. She went to the burrow after leaving your flat and mum flooed and told me that Hermione was throwing a tantrum about something. It wasn't until I got an owl from Hermione that I knew it was you. You are an awful git sometimes, you know that? She sounded pretty hurt and angry. Mum said that she wouldn't, scratch that, she couldn't stop crying. I'll be right back out. Let me go throw some clothes on."
Fred sat in the chair, thinking to himself. He didn't know how to feel. He wasn't sure if he should be sad that his engagement was broken off, upset that he hurt Hermione so much, worried that his mum would find out about the relationship, happy that he could finally confess his love to Hermione or pissed that his brother called him a git. George came walking back into the living room minutes later in a black polo and jeans.
Fred looked away from George to hide the tears that were forming in his eyes. George walked up to his brother and patted his back. He just lowered his head into his hands and let out a sob.
"What have I done George? I can't believe I left her."
She
cried when I left her, now I cry to forget her.
Oh, how foolish I
was to ever want to leave.
George sat in the chair opposite Fred and just listened to the ramblings of the distraught redhead.
"I should never have left her. She loved me, forcefully and fearlessly loved me; up until tonight. I should never have told her I never loved her. I should never have told her the lies that came out of my mouth. I ruined it. I ruined everything.
'Cause
nobody in his right mind would've left her.
I had to be crazy to
say goodbye.
"Hermione is the embodiment of purity and ecstasy. She was everything that any person with a heart beating in their chest could want to live the rest of their lives loving. And I foolishly gave it up; handed it to that arse and he didn't care. He didn't love her. Not the way I did. And I threw it away."
Nobody
in his right mind would've left her.
Even my heart was smart
enough to stay behind.
George couldn't take being silent any longer. He had to say something. He had to comfort his twin; he had to make him realize what needed to be done.
"Fred, calm down. She loves you. No matter what happened, she loves you and always will. But you have to go to her. You have to love her. You have to be straightforward with her. Tell her that you're sorry, that you miss her every second of every day and ell her that you still kiss her picture goodnight every night before you can lie your head down on your pillow-"
I
still carry her picture; I wish her well
With the new love I know
she's found by now.
"I do not!" Fred yelled with a blush flowing over his freckled cheeks.
"Don't lie to me Fred. I know you do. You tried the whole letting her go because you thought it would be the best for her. You wished her well and still she came back. What's that old muggle saying, you have to let the one you love go and if it is meant to be they will come back to you. I believe that statement is the very essence of what is happening. Now you two just need to let it happen." George was trying desperately to make his brother realize what he had been saying since the day he found out Fred had left Hermione.
He got up and walked to the kitchen and brought back two butterbeers. Handing one to Fred and drinking the other himself he sat back in the chair and watched his brother's slow movements.
Fred had climbed out of the chair and was leaning with his back against the wall helping to hold him in place. He just kept picturing what would have happened had he never let her go in the first place. If he had just told Ron to sod off and shouted to the world that Hermione was his and no one else could have her.
But he didn't. That isn't the way things worked out and he felt for the millionth time in years that it was a mistake. He had let go the one woman in the world he knew he could and would love for the rest of his life.
Each
night finds me dreamin'; each day I spend thinkin'
how much I
wish she was still around.
"George, why did you ever let me leave her?" Fred looked over at him from the wall. He had tears in his eyes, dripping down and causing wet spots on his blue button up shirt. Hermione had bought him this shirt. She said it brought out his eyes. She even slept in it a few times. He wore it for her.
"Dear brother you left her before I had a chance to do or say anything. It wasn't until Ron asked her out at dinner and she said yes that I knew you guys had broken up. I wanted you guys to be together. I seen how happy she made you, and you did the same for her. It was actually quite sickening how your smile widened and her eyes twinkled when you were in a room together." George said with a grin, hoping to lighten his brother's mood a bit. But it didn't help.
Again Fred was on another rant about how wonderful Hermione was. George agreed with everything he said. Hermione was a wonderful woman and he loved her very much, like a sister of course. But he could see how Fred could be so in love with her. It wouldn't take much for any man to fall head over heels for the know-it-all.
"George, I love her. Who wouldn't? She is extraordinary. She makes a room light up with her laughter. Even with as clever as she was, she never belittled me for not knowing something or forgetting something. She would just help me learn or remember it. She made me feel like the best version of myself when I was with her. I haven't been the same since losing her."
'Cause
nobody in his right mind would've left her.
I had to be crazy to
say goodbye.
"For one, you didn't lose her, you handed her away. And for two, no you haven't been the same and she hasn't either. She loves you and I know it. You two will be together if my name isn't Fred Weasley." George said with a grin, that Fred didn't see.
"That's not your name!" Fred looked worried.
"I know. Anyway! We have to come up with a plan to get her to forgive you."
Nobody
in his right mind would've left her.
Even my heart was smart
enough to stay behind.
For the rest of the evening Fred and George concocted a plan and then owled Ginny to see if she could help.