Chapter Three

The next morning when the dorm full of girls awoke there was a significant tension in the room. Aurora got dressed and ready as normal but said nothing, Aurelia and Astra knew to give her time.

The next few days passed quickly, until one Friday night when everyone was chilling out in the common room, Aurora was reading a book, and Hermione approached her.

"Yes," Aurora closed her book and looked up at Hermione

"If you think you're going to take Ron away from me you can think again," Hermione spat

"Sorry," Aurora laughed in a confused tone, frowning at her sudden outburst.

"I know what you girls are like, whispering in your little clique, you're plotting to break me and Ron up," She folded her arms and pursed her lips

"Err… no we're not," She replied, "And were you and Ron together anyway?"

Hermione huffed and puffed, trying to come up with an answer but flounced off, brushing back her bushy hair with her hands.

Aurora slammed her book shut and walked straight up to Ron, "Sort your girlfriend out!" she whispered harshly into his ear and walked towards the entrance to the common room. She tightened the cord of her cardigan around her waste and walked hurriedly out of the tower.

She needed air and she needed to breath.

She ran through the twisting corridors and down the stone steps outside to a nearby Apple Tree by the lake where Aurora had sat with Cedric once before.

She climbed up and forced the cotton of her cardigan around her to keep her warm. After a while she heard footsteps, she turned on her branch to see Fred Weasley walking towards the tree. He hauled himself up onto the branch with her and sat opposite her, straddling the branch. He took her hand and whispered tentatively.

"What's up babe?" he brushed his thumb over her cheek.

"She's a fucking bitch!" Aurora spat.

"Whoa, whoa," Fred breathed gently, "Calm down," he smiled gently.

"She has no respect for anyone, no respect for anyone's feelings!"

"Hey, hey," Fred kissed her forehead, "Don't worry about her, we're worrying about you right now,"

He embraced her tightly and felt the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Her heaving breasts pressing against his breast bone.

"Thank you," she muttered catching her breath.

The next morning the routine happened again, Aurora got up and went to class as normal. She passed Ron in the corridor and he seemed to be looking rather down.

His eyes were sunken into his skull and he was looking pale.

Aurora left him, concerned and was looking out for George, asking him to keep and eye on Ron for her.

"It's not looking good I don't think," George muttered

"You think?" Aurora's eyes widened sarcastically

"He's not happy,"

"It's her!" Aurora spat immediately, "she's the bitch that is fucking up his life, I can tell,"

"Whoa!" George placed his hands on her shoulder and soothed her, "Calm…"

Aurora pushed away from his grasp, knowing who she needed to talk to. After walking through a few corridors she found who she was looking for.

"You cow!" she cried, striding towards her. Hermione turned around and looked at her blankly.

"What?" she asked not amused.

"I'm talking about Ron, for days now I've seen him walking through the corridors like a shadow of a man he was. He was perfectly fine when I was talking with him and Harry, then little miss sunshine turns up and gives him grief for talking to another girl,"

"You're only saying this because of Fred," Hermione roared back.

"Don't you dare bring him into this," Aurora lunged at Hermione. She pulled out her wand from her robes, she thrusted it into Hermione's face. "Leave him alone and starting treating Ron right!" Aurora spat, "Look at what you're making him, he's miserable!"

"Aw! Go running back to your boyfriend!" Hermione roared back.

Two ginger heads pulled her away and held her back.

"It's okay," Fred whispered into her ear, holding her back, gathering her flailing limbs into his embrace.

"Hermione," George stepped up to her, "We don't want any trouble, but Ron is our brother, we don't want things to be messed up for him just because someone can't make their mind up…"

"None of your business," Hermione pouted in a childish manner.

"Grow up, 'Mione," Fred said sourly towards her and lead Aurora away with George.

Fred laced his fingers through Aurora's and held them there for a moment; he looked deeply into her eyes as though he wanted to say something to her. But Aurora was oblivious to it, she was too angry.

"Why did you hold me back?" She asked, her eyes were filled with tears. Fred was taken aback.

"I didn't want you to get hurt," he replied in a sorrowful voice.

"Too late," she whispered, barely audible and ran quickly away through the corridors.

She ran through the twisted corridors and up the stairs and into the common room. She ran up to the dormitory and closed the big wooden door behind her. She slumped down into a ball on the floor and cried into her arms.

"Ced…" she cried out, looking up towards the stars, "Ced… I need you," she wailed, "I needyou…"