It wasn't the first time, it wouldn't be the last. Fred sighed and grabbed a box of tissues as he made his way to the porch. Hermione hiccupped and took a tissue gratefully and dabbed her eyes.
"I know what you're going to say."
"When are you going to listen?"
"Fred, it's not that easy, you know him, he doesn't mean it."
"And you don't deserve it, whether he means it or not."
"Why do you have to make this so hard?"
"I'm not."
"I'm sorry Fred, I love you but I can't do that to him."
Fred sighed, "I won't wait for you much longer."