Chapter 8 – Hermione
I stumbled up the winding stairs in the Burrow, my cheeks still blushing furiously. Why am I thinking like this? It's just Fred. He's like my brother! But it was a shock. He was so well built. His abs jutted out sharply against his stomach. His arms had swollen dramatically as they reached his biceps. His hair was messily swept across his forehead, his eyes dull with sleep. There were bags under his eyes. Probably from his late night I thought. I was such a fool. I had dropped my mug just because I had seen him in his boxers. I wrecked my new book and broke 's good mug! Adding to that, I had looked like a fool in front of Fred. I scolded myself quietly. And through it all, he had kept his cool. Maybe that was one of the things I had admired about him. So, I decided to calm down as well. I played him at his own game. He looked so good when he-
What?! Why am I thinking these things? It's just Fred! Gullible, loud, smart, hot Fred…
I shook my head and pulled on my jeans and V-neck jumper. I scraped my hair back into a high ponytail and spritzed perfume all over. We were only hanging around the Burrow today, but I'd be in close proximity to Ron a lot, and I wanted to impress.
I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Ron and Harry were talking at the table. I sat down next to them. Harry smiled at me and continued talking to Ron. Ron, however, refused to look at me, but remained adamantly focused on Harry. I was stunned. Ron usually greeted me warmly in the morning. Harry looked uncomfortable, but not surprised. Wow, Harry is getting used to Ron's man-PMS, I thought, becoming upset at being left out. Harry stood up and went to get me a cup of tea. I, uncomfortable at being left alone with Ron, got up and said " Here I'll help you" I said, following him to the counter the counter. I bumped Harry's elbow with mine. " What's Ron's problem?" I said, my voice low for fear Ron would hear. I put a teabag into the bag and Harry poured the water into the mug. Water splashed up onto my face. "I don't really know" Harry sighed, using the hem of his shirt to dry my cheeks. " He's been weird for ages, 'specially 'round you, Hermione." Our eyes met. He dropped his hand and handed me my mug of tea. I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking that Ron was angry at me, because of my closeness with Harry. After Sirius had died last year, Harry had become withdrawn and sad. I had spent a lot of time with Harry when he came to the Burrow, staying up late, going for walks and just talking. It took a full month for Harry to open up about Sirius, to even just mention his name, according to his letters . We had grown close, but in a complete friendly way, more close to a sibling bond. Ron however, according to Harry, had seen it has much more. That had pushed a wedge between us. That's why he was acting weird.
Harry just shrugged and gestured for me to follow him to the table. That's when I actually saw him. Fred and George were sitting at the table, George was talking to Ron about going to the lake to swim. Fred was looking at Harry and me oddly. Harry's arm was gently bumping into mine as we walked over. We were suggestively close. I coughed and blushed. I didn't want to give off the wrong aura. I didn't want to give anyone the wrong impression.
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