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Harry Potter and the Weight of the World by piper_weasley_24

Format: Novel
Chapters: 6
Word Count: 11,915
Status: Abandoned

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: General
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Ron/OC, Harry/Hermione, Draco/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 04/17/2007
Last Chapter: 07/27/2007
Last Updated: 07/27/2007


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In Harry's seventh year at Hogwarts, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Sophie Granger-Potter will now have to balance their life with school work and the battle against the most evil wizard, all while maintaining their friendship.

Sorry everyone, I am working on the next chapter, but you will need to wait a little bit longer. I have just been very busy lately.

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Chapter 3: Confusion

thanks to all of those who reviewed the last chapter.

Fred smiled and pulled her close to him, he leaned down and…


…Closer and closer he got. Sophie looked deeply into his blue-green eyes. His lips met hers. He kissed her. She kissed back. They pulled apart and she threw her arms around his neck, kissing him again. He placed his hands on her lower back and pulled her closer. They pulled apart once again.

“I think we should get my book now.”

“Let’s go then,” Fred said, kissing her on the forehead.

He took Sophie’s hand and they walked back to Flourish and Blotts. Once inside, Fred’s hand was pulled out of hers, and when she turned to see what happened, she saw Ron pinning him on the ground. Ron began to punch his brother.


“RON! RON, GET OFF OF HIM!” Sophie yelled, “Ron! GET OFF!”

Sophie was pulling Ron off when Hermione and Harry came to help pull him away. Sophie ran over to Fred and dropped to her knees.

“Fred! Fred, are you alright?” she didn’t wait for an answer before she turned toward Ron, as she stood up she said, “Ron, how could you? He is your brother.”

“Sophie, I have loved you for six years,” Ron told her, “and he took you away from me.”

“I wasn’t with you, how could he-”

Ron grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the shop and to a small alley by the book store.

“How were we not together?” Ron said, “After what happened last night?”

“Listen what happened last night-”

“What happened last night was me telling you how I felt, because I couldn’t find the words to say it.”

“Listen what happened last night was a mistake…I regret it every time I think about it.”

“But you still think about it?”

“Well yeah, sure, but what the bloody hell am I supposed to do? I have a boyfriend and I already cheated on him with you last night, and I can’t do that to him again.”

“But he doesn’t know about last night.”

“I told him, I couldn’t live with the guilt of that. He told me that I should give you a chance but I-”

“Then give me a chance,” Ron said, he now had one hand on each of her arms, pulling her closer, “please, give me a chance.”

“I gave you the chance, but you couldn’t trust me,” Sophie told him, “the first time we went out you wouldn’t trust me with Neville. And because of that I decided that if you couldn’t trust me then I shouldn’t even be with you.”

“Sophie, please,” Ron pleaded, “Please, just give me one more chance.”

“No, Ron,” Sophie told him, “no.”

“Sophie, I love you, I have always loved you, and I always will love you,” Ron told her, pulling her a little closer, “and I know you love me, or you wouldn’t have kissed me last night.”

“I told you last ni-”

Ron leaned down and kissed her. She enjoyed the kiss before realizing that she shouldn’t be. She knew he was right, she still did love him, but she couldn’t be with someone who couldn’t trust her. She couldn’t. She just couldn’t. No matter how much she wanted to, no matter what she thought, she couldn’t live with her heart broken, by the same boy who broke it the first time.

She pushed him away and walked back into Flourish and Blotts. She walked to Fred and helped him up. He held his sleeve to his nose that was gushing blood.

“Hermione, can you get my books?” Sophie asked, “I’m going to go with Fred back to the Burrow.”


Sophie grabbed Fred’s free hand and with a loud pop, they were gone.


“Ron, just give her some time,” Harry told him, “she probably just felt like all you wanted was another relationship like what you and Lavender had.”

“I know she doesn’t think that,” Ron said, “I’m going to get some more ink.”

Ron walked out of the shop and down Diagon Alley.


“Fred I’m going to get some towels.”

She left Fred’s room and when she returned she was carrying a handful of clean white towels. She sat next to Fred and put one of the towels against his nose. After about ten minutes of dapping blood from his nose, the bleeding stopped. Sophie wiped the blood off of his face and kissed him.

“Sophie, you didn’t have to come.”

“I know, but I need to talk to you.”

“What about?”

“Listen, at Diagon Alley, when Ron and I were talking, he told me that I should give him a chance, and I said no.”

“Why? I told you that if he says anything, or asks you to go out or something, to say yes, and go with him.”

“I know, but at the time, I was mad that he hit you, and that was the only way to get him back, but I wish I had said yes.”

“Listen, if you don’t tell him that you want to be with him, you will lose your chance forever, and I know you love him.”

“But I…” he leaned in and kissed her, “you’re right, I do love him.”

There was a small pop, Harry and Hermione, with all of Sophie’s books, were standing at the door.

“Sorry to interrupt but, Sophie I have your book,” Hermione said, “oh, Sophie can I talk to you, upstairs?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Sophie stood up and followed Hermione out of Fred’s room.

“How can you do the to Ron?” Harry asked.

“What?” Fred said, he wasn’t really paying attention.

“What are you doing with Sophie?”

“Originally it was for comfort, but I love her now.”

“But it has only been one day.”

“That’s what you think,” Fred muttered under his breath.

“What do you mean ‘that’s what you think’?”

“Well there are things about me and Sophie’s relationship that you don’t know.”

“Like what?”

“Like that we have been going out for almost two years.”

“Wait what?” Harry didn’t understand what he was talking about, “Why?”

“It was right after she and Ron broke up. She tried to talk to Hermione, but Hermione was too busy with schoolwork and such, and you were having detention with Umbridge all the time. So she came to me. And talking led to a hug, and a hug led to a kiss, so I asked her to be my girlfriend, but under one condition. If she had the opportunity to be with Ron again, she would take it, but she didn’t. I kind of wish I hadn’t made her promise that, because I really love her. And now I have the chance of losing her, and I almost did.”

“Wait so, if she can be with Ron, she will be, and she will just ditch you to do so?”

“Yeah, and I know she and Ron should be together, but I can’t stop her from making decisions.”

“Let’s go Harry,” Hermione said as she and Sophie entered the room, do you mind if Sophie comes with us?”

“No,” Harry said.

Harry grabbed Hermione’s hand and Sophie grabbed her arm. And with a pop they were gone.


“Hey,” Ron said, “Where did you two-”

He saw Sophie standing next to Hermione and stopped talking.

“Ron, can I talk to you?”

“Why would you want to talk to me?”

“You were right, I was wrong. Can we talk?”

“Fine,” Ron said as he followed Sophie to a small table outside a sandwich shop.

            They sat down and a squat, plump woman came to take their order.

            “Just a turkey sandwich please,” Sophie told the woman.

            “I’ll have the same.”

            “Ron, I need to tell you something, remember earlier when you said that you loved me and that you knew that I loved you?”

            “Yeah, why?”

            “You were right Ron,” Sophie told him, “and I’m sorry that I got mad at you, but please forgive me.”


            Sophie leaned across the table and kissed him. She pulled back and sat down.

            “I was wrong about last night, it wasn’t a mistake, I really liked it, I just didn’t want to be hurt again.”


            “I was afraid that if it, we, didn’t work, that I would be left with a broken heart, one that would be worse than last time, I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

            “I don’t know if I can,” Ron said, “it really hurt when you said that last night was a mistake.”

            “I truly am sorry.”

“I know you are sorry, but-”

“You were the one who wanted a second chance, and now I am giving you one and you aren’t taking it.”

“Listen, I do love you, but you keep breaking my heart, and what am I supposed to think, you kiss me and then you tell me you didn’t mean it.”

Tears were starting to roll silently down her cheeks, “I’m sorry.”

Ron stood up and walked over to her and held his hand out to her. She looked up to him and grabbed his hand. She stood up and hugged him.

“Sophie, how can I not be with you?” he whispered to her, “I just wanted to make sure you really wanted to be with me, I’m sorry I made you cry.”

“Ron,” she looked up at him, “I love you with all of my heart.”

“Excuse me,” the woman had appeared again, with their sandwiches.

“Sorry,” Sophie said.

She and Ron sat down at the table and ate their sandwiches. When they were done eating, Ron apparated them to the Burrow.