Chapter 8: Winter Blues Part 3.
(Hermione's Pov)
I pushed open the door and screamed.
There, on my bed was Fred with a very naked Angelina on top of him, who suddenly stilled her rocking movement and turned toward us. Fred quickly turned towards us and flushed reminiscent to his hair, stuttering while wrapping a sheet around himself as Angelina slid off him. "What are you doing in my room? Enjoying the show are you?! Get out!" he yelled angrily.
Ginny who was as shocked as me suddenly piped up, "Get out!? Fred, you are in our room you twat!
By that point everyone had come running up to our room to see what had happened. The shock was clear on everyone's face but nothing like the look of pure shame and anger on Mrs Weasley's' face. Fred was blushing furiously trying to cover himself while Angelina hastily threw her clothes on.
"I think maybe I should leave." She said cautiously.
"Yes, that would be a good idea! Everybody else leave the room, let Fred think about his actions. We will chat about your punishment later!" Mrs Weasley said angrily still looking at Fred.
Everybody quietly left the room except for Mrs Weasley, Ginny, George and Hermione - who hesitated in moving. If possible, Fred went an even darker shade of red almost purple and said,
"You know what mum, I don't care that you all found out what me and Angie were doing. I did it for revenge and also because I felt hurt and betrayed. I realised I had feelings for my ex-best friend, the very friend that I told 'how much I hated her' and then she betrays me!" It had gone deathly quiet in the room. George was shocked to say the least and me I was about to burst out into tears.
"I understand if you hate me – wait you have feelings for me? " I started suddenly feeling strange.
"I don't hate you. I loved you Hermione, but you broke my heart! I was going to sit down with you tonight and ask for your forgiveness over the argument; I was even going to break it off with Angelina. Instead, I find you and my brother playing tonsil hockey in the kitchen. You really know how to break a man." He said with his head hung low.
"Fred, I'm – I – Ron only kissed me because there was mistletoe above our heads. I didn't betray you, I never have nor will. I have loved you since the moment I saw you. I never meant to hurt you and I most certainly do not have feelings for Ron!" I said as I silently started crying. Mrs Weasley ushered the others into the hall and shut the door quietly.
Turning around to let him have some form of privacy in gathering his clothes, I hung my
head and cried about how foolish we both had been. We let our feelings come between us, and now we had both payed the price with our friendship. A hand was placed on my shoulder and I turned to see a clothed Fred looking down at me with a sad smile.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I just got so jealous of you and Ron that I had to vent my frustration, obviously in the wrong way. Can we ever be more than friends, now when I have totally ruined our friendship?"
"How about we forget everything and just start over? Hi, my name is Hermione Granger. What's yours?" she stated, crying slightly.
"Fred Weasley; practical joker and the better looking half of the Weasley twins, at your service." Fred said with a small smile and a wink before leaning down and capturing my lips with his.
"Merry Christmas 'Mione!" he said before deepening the kiss.