Fred and George just left. They left, without so much as a warning, or goodbye. Hermione's breathing was labored as she watched them fly away. Why would Fred do that? He had seemed... Seemed like what? That he actually liked you? You know better than that Hermione. The twins are never serious about anything, let alone you.
She leaned carefully against the wall behind her, as she watched them disappear into the night, chain rattling from one of their brooms. Her hands shook at her side, so she clenched them into fists. She shouldn't let this bother her this way, she really shouldn't. It was that Fred was the second boy to have shown feelings for her, to kiss her so gently, and then to leave her. Viktor had been different though, she knew he had to leave eventually, had been prepared for it really. It had still hurt, but not as much as this. She thought she had developed something with Fred, but it seemed she had not. She wasn't even worthy enough for a farewell.
She took in a shaky breath and closed her eyes. She would not cry over this. It wasn't that big of a deal, worse things happened all the time.
At least now I understand what Lavender and Parvati are going on about all the time... It really does feel as if a part of me is broken.
She brushed away a stray tear, and rushed back into the school before anyone could notice how upset she was.
Fred sighed as he landed in front of 93 Diagon Alley. He hadn't meant to leave without telling Hermione goodbye, it just hadn't occurred to him to do it. He had got caught up in the excitement, but then as he was leaving, he also caught sight of Hermione's face. They weren't a couple or anything, but they had been well on their way there. Her eyes had been wide, first because she had been impressed, or so he liked to think, but then in horror as she realized what was happening. His heart had clenched as he seen the hurt expression slowly come over her face, but there was nothing he could have done at that point. It was too late, he couldn't just land with a 'just kidding, Umbridge' just to comfort her, though it had definitely crossed his mind.
He climbed the stairs into their flat, thankful that they had had the sense to have it all set up before school had started in the fall. He threw himself onto his new bed, and closed his eyes. He groaned and rolled over. Every time he closed his eyes, he seen Hermione's face, emotions evident on her delicate features. He glared at the ceiling, it was his fault she had been hurt, and he hated it. He wanted to hold her close and tell her everything would be okay. When did it get like that? To where all I want to do is protect her, even from myself? How did I get to this point, without even realizing it? How did she slip into my heart without me even realizing it?
He buried his face in his bright orange pillow. He hated not being in control of his feelings, and it seemed that Hermione was the only person who could do this to him. Why hadn't he just said goodbye? Everything would have ended so much better. It wouldn't have even been a real goodbye, more like a see you later. There's only a month left of school, he would just have to wait to see her when the term ended.