I am absolutely appalled at myself for making you guys wait for so long. I am so sorry and I really hope you haven't given up on me yet.
As for why this chapter was over 2 weeks overdue, I was on holiday for the first week and had no internet and then when I came back I had barely had time to go on a computer due to Olympic watching, Theatre Trips and the very, very sad passing off my next door neighbour.
*Sorry to bore you all with my excuses, I promise closer updates in the future.*
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Fred was sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal balanced in one hand, whilst his other was fiddling with Hermione's mobile phone.
After bowling yesterday, they had walked home and gone to bed fairly early without socialising much before. Fred had a slight suspicion that Hermione was angry at him, but why he had no idea.
And this was why Fred Weasley was in her kitchen at 6:30 in the morning.
He had been thinking about Hermione and her cold shoulder-ness towards him nearly all night. When he invited her to watch a movie with him after dinner in the sitting room she gracefully declined with a small shake of the head. And then without another word, or glance, she went to bed.
Fred had slumped down the stairs at 6 o'clock this morning, to try and get his head straight. He had had near to no sleep and was now paying the price as his head tipped dangerously close to his cereal bowl.
He took a small spoon full of cereal and lifted it to his mouth when he heard a deep rumble and a loud beep fill the room.
"What the hell?" he shouted as his spoon clattered to the floor, covering him in milk as it went.
"Ahh, crap," the beep and rumble went of again only slightly louder this time.
Fred looked around worriedly, until he spotted Hermione's phone vibrating on the table. A small red light was flashing and the name Mel appeared on the screen.
Fred's eyes grew large in panic, 'what do I do? What do I do? I've never used a phone before! Think Fred, what did Hermione do when her mum rang a few days ago?'
Slowly, Fred grabbed the phone as if it were going to bite him. The vibrating and light were still going so he observed the screen. He gently tapped a green button and a girly voice seemed to whisper out from it.
"Hello? Hermione?" the voice said.
Recognizing that the voice was in fact Mel, he lifted the phone tentatively to his ear.
"Hello?" His voice came out slightly squeaky due to his surprise and after a very forced masculine cough he went to reply again.
"Sorry, this isn't Mione, she's sleeping,"
He heard a hushed noise come from the phone and it almost sounded like a 'yes!' Severely confused, he listened again to the phone.
"Fred? Is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me. So why did you want to talk to Mione at 6 in the morning anyway Mel?" he asked a little suspiciously.
From what Fred had seen yesterday, Mel and Hermione had seemed to have had a fall out but he wasn't quite sure why and he wasn't sure why anyone would be calling at this ungodly hour too.
"Well actually, I called Mione to ask to speak to you. But seeing as you're already here, I don't need to bother, do I?" She let out a loud laugh and continued before Fred could question her.
"I was just wondering whether you were doing anything today."
Fred gulped nervously, "It's 6 in the morning, and Mione's not up so I have no clue. Why?"
"Well," she purred "I thought maybe we could meet up for some dinner later or a drink?"
"I don't see why not, Mione will love that," he replied happily.
Mel seemed to cough slightly before replying with a girly laugh, "Oh Fred, you're so funny! I meant just you and me silly,"
Fred's eyes bulged slightly; he definitely didn't want to go on a date with Mel. 'How can I say no? I can't just be like no, sorry Mel I fancy Hermione. Thinkā¦'
After several minutes of Fred trying and failing to think of an excuse, he half heartedly replied fine.
"Excellent! How about I see you at the nice restaurant in town called Almondo's at 7? And were something nice, it's fancy."
Fred went to reply with another alright but before he could a sharp beep came through the phone making him jerk the phone violently from his ear.
He placed the phone back on the table and turned to see a sleepy Hermione in the doorway.
She yawned and stretched her arms behind her head, "who were you talking too?"
Fred sighed, "Mel called but she spoke to me instead,"
Hermione looked surprised and then annoyed but she quickly covered it with a curious look.
"Oh really and what did she want?"
Fred rubbed his neck sheepishly before practically whispering, "A date. With me. Tonight."
Hermione was lying on her bed with her face in her pillow. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at the picture of her and Fred on the wall. They looked so happy and carefree; a far cry from what was happening now.
After Fred had told Hermione of his plans for dinner, she had told him rather crudely that she had a headache and as quick as she could, she escaped to her bedroom.
She had been in her room for a few hours now and Fred hadn't come in to see her once. This just made her tears fall harder.
Hermione wasn't exactly sure why she was even crying. She was strong, happy; intelligent Hermione Granger who could face anything that was thrown at her but the thought of Fred on a date with Mel had just knocked something inside of her.
She knew she and Fred weren't dating so she couldn't call it cheating but it just felt like betrayal. She liked Fred and had had a slight suspicion, or even hope, that he liked her too. 'Well I guess I was wrong' she thought angrily as she wiped away her tears.
It was a stupid thing to cry over Fred, she knew that. But she just couldn't help it, Mel was her friend and she thought Fred would have at least spoken to her before he agreed to go. Hermione took in a deep breath to calm herself.
'Don't cry over Fred. It's clear he doesn't like you like that, just be a friend and help him with his date. Take deep breaths and try to get over your little crush Mione.'
A small knock jolted Hermione out of her thoughts; Fred was standing in the now open door with what seemed to be a tray.
"Hey Mione," He spoke softly as he stepped further into the room. "How are you feeling? You don't look so good," his voice was sympathetic and sincere, which just made Hermione's heart hurt more.
She sucked in a shaky breath before replying, "Not so good actually," It was true; all of the crying had actually given her a thumping headache which was now pounding against her skull.
Fred gave her a small smile as he sat on the edge of her bed. He reached out and placed the tray onto her lap. There was a small bowl of tomato soup, a bread roll and a glass of water on the side.
"I thought it might make you feel a little better, and don't worry I used tinned soup so it should be edible." He chuckled softly.
Hermione gave a small smile and felt her eyes water slightly. It was such a sweet gesture but it just reminded her that this meant no where near as much to him as it did to her.
"Thankyou, Fred really, you didn't have to,"
He leant forward and ever so slowly brushed a piece of loose hair behind her ear. His rough, warm hand ran down the side of her cheek making them flame with heat. He pulled his arm away gently before picking up the spoon.
"Of course I didn't have too, but I wanted too Mione," he whispered as he brought the spoon up to her parted lips.
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Okay, you probably want to stab me right now for the short chapter but never fear I am adding the next part of this chapter later today. I planned to do this in two parts so I could try to get Hermione's emotions across better but sorry if she seems a little AU.
PLEASE REVIEW, part 2 of Date with Mel up later today :)
Oh and just in case you didn't notice I have changed my name to SophieSolemnlySwears!
