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I Should Pay You
“Mrs. Weasley I can’t keep living in your house for free like this, I need to pay you for rent.” She said as she wiped her eyes. “Hermione, don’t even think about it.” Mrs. Wealsey said sternly looking at her from across the table. “You’re practically family.” She said as she looked at her with a small smile.
Hermione felt as if she couldn’t breath when she read the final letter, something she had seen coming for a long time. Still she had seen it coming, so why was it such a shock? Last year she would have killed to receive this letter, and now she was beginning to feel differently.
“Oh Merlin!” Hermione yelled as she pushed her chair back, running up to her room. “Hermione!” Fred called as he chased after her, following her into the room. Hermione shoved a pillow in her face to hide her tears as her breath was staggered.
“If you like her go for her.” George said as they continued walking to their room. “I can’t.” Fred finally gave in; knowing he couldn’t hide anything from George, who was like his other half. “Has he asked her out?” George asked with a quirked brow. “Well he hasn’t exactly asked her out.” Fred said looking at the wall, trying to sort through his raw thoughts and emotions. “Then she likes him back?” Fred nodded no. “Then ask her out on a date!”
The Claws of Fate
"Mrs. Weasley what's going on?" She asked as she watched the hysterical women. Had someone died? Had her parents died? Was Ronald and Harry ok? She felt a shiver moving down her spin as she almost didn’t want to know what was wrong. Hermione bit her lip as she looked over towards Fred, his eyes widened and his face pale. "Fred…What's going on?" Hermione asked as she looked at him, a feared look in her eyes.
"You know, Ginny is going to be in Hogsmead this today. Why don’t we close up shop and go hang out with her?" George asked with a small smile as he looked over at Hermione, a small knot in his gut.
First Day and Meeting Ginny
How about you? You got someone?" He asked as Fred smiled slightly, taking a picture out of his pocket.
The Truth Comes Out
"Tell me you love me." He said in a soothing voice as Ginny smiled up at him.
Hermione laughed inwardly as she watched Tonks close to her boiling point. Hermione looked around the room with a small smile, only to have the feeling of all the air in her being forced out. Not because of physical damage, but because Ginny’s hand on Weasley’s clock had moves.
A shrill scream echoed through the dungeons, renewing around every corner. Ginny didn’t even seem to realize it was her own as she covered her ears, screaming as loud as she possibly could.
The Day Everything Changed
Ron had also done his best to avoid Hermione. He stayed away from her room, wouldn’t look at her during meals, and even woke up early as to be done with the bathroom before she even was awake. It wasn’t that he was angry with her, he just couldn’t bare see her and know that she was out of his reach. That was, until the day when everything changed in the Weasley House hold;
Reality Sets In
Hermione sat there with her eyes glued to the wall, all will to eat, sleep, or even live was gone from her. Days blended together, seemingly similar and yet always disgustingly different. Every day her pain mounted, and every sunrise signified not renewal, but one more day of heartache and guilt she had to endure. How could he be dead? How could he be gone? Like a sweet whisper on the wind that had blown through her hair before disappearing.
“Glad that’s been decided.” Harry Smiled as he looked at his two best friends, and for a moment things were almost normal, for a moment, it was almost as if the Golden Trio might be Golden once more.
He smiled as he felt her lips part slowly, and the old feeling of electricity running through his body renewed itself. He couldn’t help but smile as their mouths slipped together perfectly, both hungry for the territory they had been denied, and the territory they had not yet explored.
“What's going on in-” Arthur froze in mid sentence, his eyes wide and his mouth open. He took a few shaky steps forward before he ran to embrace his son. Arthur Weasley said nothing, he asked nothing, and he just hugged his son with a smile on his face of such joy it brought tears to Hermione’s eyes.
Why did Harry disserve to be happy? Why didn’t he?! He had done things Harry would never have the will power to do; he had seen things Harry would never know. He had experienced things that children ought not to go through, why didn’t he disserve a little happiness?
“The brooms broke the door! Would you want the baby to erupt from my stomach like some alien?!”
“Just talking about how Harry is going to be as successful as his father.” Lily said as James walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist, planting a firm kiss on his young wife’s lips.
The thought of him made her squirm, but he had saved her, someone who saved her couldn’t be bad. She felt so angry, so confused, so sad, and so horrible. She felt so many things at once that she fainted. One last thing crossed her mind as she plunged into the oblivion.
Gone, everything was gone. As Fred Weasley stood in the door way to Hermione’s room he felt this reality sink in. The door was smashed on the floor behind him, glass was skewed on the floor, the dead body of Lucius Malfoy lay in the dark corner, everything was gone. He could almost see it in his mind, Draco saving Hermione in place of himself. He had never hated himself so much in his life.
A Plan and A Horrible Surpise
“Hell hath no power like a woman’s scorn.” He reiterated softly, his eyes cast down. She was angrier then ever; her kind heart had been filled with an undeniable hate. An unquenchable blood lust. What made a better murderer? What made a better betrayer? As they say, most homicides are not of necessity, but of the heart.
Death and Rebirth
This new Hermione she had thought had taken over her was receding, the heat of the moment was cooling, and her sense was returning. With her wand in her hand she rose from her seat, a new determination in her mind. If they were all dead she would have to see if for herself, she would have to go to the house and witness it for herself.
I Will Not Leave Without Her!
“If you think I’m leaving here without her then you’re more insane then you sound!” Fred snapped as he grabbed Hermione’s arm, holding her tight to him.
He grinned to himself. Who better to destroy a monster then he who created her? He hit his back against the wall, sliding down onto the floor. A twisted smile covered his lips. He was smarter than Sirius Black, he was more clever. If that man could have gotten out of Azkaban then so could he.
Fred groaned, taking the other side of her face in his hands as well. “Please say something, anything. Say you love me, say you hate me. Laugh. Yell. Anything!” He pleaded his eyes wide with an aching she could no longer stand.
Ghost of the Past
Bill sighed, pushing the image out of his head. He looked down at his feet, no matter how hard he wished Charlie was dead, he wasn’t coming back. He exhaled roughly as he pushed himself into an upright position, and suddenly all the color drained from his face. His image of Charlie was still there before him.
The aisle was a white cloth, sprinkled with rose petals, set between two groups of folded chairs covered in white cloth and pink ribbons. The end of each row had a beautiful bundle of flowers and bows at the end of it, the ribbons connected to the row in front and behind it. Above them flowers and ribbon were enchanted to hover above everyone’s heads, glittering and shimmering in the diminishing light of day. The alter contained an arch of flowers and bows that smelt beautiful, with a ministry official at the front.
“I’ll only be a moment, I promise. I just need to speak to Hermione.” He said as he rolled the ring between his fingers, keeping it where everyone could see it. “Besides, she recognizes this ring, I can see it in her eyes, I can, Hermione. I know you do.” Hermione shook behind Fred, her eyes locked on the thin silver band. She didn’t want to remember it, didn’t want to remember where that ring had come from. “The question is, does anyone else recognize this ring? Anyone at all?” He held it up high for all to see, his face blissful. “No one? Oh ‘Mione, my love, haven’t you told them?”
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