I walked back upstairs and got my bags packed.
Clothes, check.
Shoes, check.
Makeup, check.
My toiletries!
I walked into my bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush, toothpaste, and everything else out of the isolated area of my room. I packed everything into my bag, zipping it up. If I listened close I could hear George laughing like his lungs just wouldn't stop contracting. Honestly though, him and a few hyenas could've battled it out.
He walked into my room, leaning against the wall to keep himself from falling.
"H-How did it happen?" he asked me in between laughs. He set a hand on his stomach as he doubled over.
"They've been in love since day one," I said sarcastically. I sat on my bed, legs crossed.
"It's been perfectly obvious. Only a fool wouldn't have seen that coming," he replied with a chuckle.
"You found out I assume?" I asked. I continued putting items into my bag, scanning the room for anything I may have missed.
"I was walking into Fred's room, when I saw a mirror image of me in a cozy snuggle with Hermione," he said. "Which scared me to the bone, by the way." He allowed himself to look into my bag, finding a comb. He made sure to use it with ease.
"Doesn't Ron fancy the bloke?" he asked, styling his long red hair with my comb.
"Ever since second year," I pointed out, a pinch of pain in my voice. I picked at my nail, a small stain of dirt refusing to budge.
George laughed again, putting my comb down on the dresser. It seemed even George couldn't manage to come up with a joke about all this.
I grabbed my comb back from on the table where George set it and I placed it into my purse. I thought about this coming year at Hogwarts. I was already a fifth year! It felt like just yesterday when I'd met Hermione at the platform.
Just as those thoughts ran through my head, I heard a door slam. Heavy footsteps pounded through the house, their pace getting faster.
"I cannot believe this!" It was Ron's voice. He stormed downstairs and out the front door. I quickly hopped down the stairs, skipping a few as I rushed outside.
"Ron!" I ran after him, desperate to calm him down.
"You knew this too? Bloody hell! I asked her to the dance, Annabelle!" he paused, gasping for oxygen. "Last year, I asked her to the Yule Ball too late. Someone asked her before I did, and I didn't want that to happen again; to make a fool of myself again. This year, there have been rumors they're holding a holiday ball for Christmas. So I asked her as early as I could. Then she bloody told me." He found a rock on the ground- a rather large one, and threw it as far as he could. Ron got pretty muscular over the summer, so it went quite a way. "My own brother, dammit!" he sat down on the bare ground, covering his head with his hands.
"You'll be okay. I know Lavender likes you. Maybe you and Hermione just weren't right together. Maybe this is a sign. I know there's someone out there that'd love to be with you." I mentioned. I held his hand, massaging it.
"Hermione's different. She's not like any of the other girls," he exhaled as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Just get past today. The first day's the worst. You'll feel better tomorrow," I said. I stood up, helping Ron up with me.
"You're on my side though, right? I mean, you thought she liked me didn't you?" He asked, his eyes desperate for my opinion.
"Of course." He smiled a small one and went on inside. I walked upstairs, bringing my bags down.
"Is the young chap alright?" George whispered.
"Yeah he's fine. Just make sure he doesn't mistake you for Fred," I said smiling.
"Annabelle, what on Earth are you talking about? My looks far too attractive to be mistaken for Fred," he smirked and winked, nose in the clouds. I laughed as I set my bag on the bottom of the staircase. "I'll get the car." George said.
I moved my things to the front of the house, watching as George stared at me in amusement.
"Oh here let me help you," he says holding his arm out. He gently pulled a hair off my shoulder. "I thought you'd want that off you," he said with a wink. As soon as my face turned to an evil one, he took my bags.
"Alright alright! No need to give that Voldemort look to me," he said in fake fear. "Scratch that, Calypso. Just a look in those eyes would turn one to stone, you hideous beast."
I gently hit him on the shoulder as he set my bags in the trunk of the car. I laughed at his joke though. That's what I loved most about staying with the Weasley's: not a day would go by without a joke. Regardless, we were one big happy family. Nothing could split us apart.
Just as that thought left my mind, I saw a still sad and angry Ron, and a pair of lovebirds hand in hand walking toward the car.
Nevermind about all that big happy family stuff- I think that this here could easily split a few of us apart.
Ron's face slowly got more red over the next few minutes of them all setting their bags in the trunk. I sat down in the back of the car and motioned for him to sit beside me.
"I still can't believe George would bloody do that..." Ron grumbled beside me.
3 Hours Later
We later arrived at home; at Hogwarts. We set our bags in our rooms and began emptying them.
"So, Annabelle," Hermione said with a smirk. "I saw Harry kiss the top of your head this morning."
"It's nothing." I plopped myself onto the bed. Yeah, Harry kissed my head before he left for the hearing, but it was only because I was scared for him.
It was a friendly kiss, nothing more, nothing less.
"I can't take that for an answer, now can I?" she stated sitting on the bed.
"Ever since we broke up last year, we never-" I felt something stop my breath in my throat. I hated talking about this. "We never felt a connection," I mumbled, staring at my toes.
"The only reason you didn't stay together was because of Cho! Cho's out of the picture now! Make your move, Annabelle," she said.
Me and Cho were great friends while Harry and I were together. And then she seemed to become jealous. Although she was happy with Cedric, she wanted more. She longed for the satisfaction of being able to have any guy she wanted.
Using her smooth flirting, she managed to have him ask her to the ball before he asked me.
Please note this was while Harry and I were together.
Cho didn't care though. She preferred him and I broken up. Easier for her to flirt to her liking, I assume. Harry tried time and time again to apologize; to redeem himself, but I wouldn't take any of his apologies. I refused to get back together with him.
Harry and I ended up being close again a few months after our awkward conversations ended.
"Hermione! We're friends," I said.
I managed to plant it into my mind that we weren't right for each other, and when that's been drilled deep enough, I couldn't seem to put my mindset back to where it was before this all happened.
But the truth was that I honestly did love him with all that I had. I could never admit it, but Hermione's very right. I did like him, hell I loved him. I was frightened at that point. I was scared to get my heart broken again. I would refuse to believe it, but I really was crushing on my best friend.
"Whatever you say," Hermione said winking at me. I shook my head and lifted the covers over my body, begging my brain to get these ridiculous thoughts out of my wandering mind.