To attend practice was hell for Ron. It wasn't that he didn't like the game but he didn't like the fact that the great ole Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy was there with him. He was however, thankful that they had gone somewhere when Ginny stopped by. Harry had been avoiding him ever since he and Ginny broke up, running away whenever he was in the same vicinity as him. Ron thought that Harry was a coward for not facing him. He really wanted so badly to know why Harry did it. Why he hurt someone whom he had sworn to have loved and cared about. Nobody, not one, messes with his sister and got away with it.
He saw the two of them coming back, both holding a bottle of water in their hands. Today, there will be no more running away for Harry, they will talk even if he have to chain him up.
Hermione was really nervous at the time that they had arrived at the Weasley's residence, unsure of how Ginny's parents might perceive her to be. Would she appear to be a total bookworm or the heartless girl that broke their son's heart? She knew that Ron didn't tell them... but if he did... would they even accept her as a friend of Ginny after what she did to him?
She had never really felt this nervous before... it's like meeting the parents of someone your dating and it terrifies her a little bit more than she had expected herself to be. The only difference was that they aren't a couple, just friends... unfortunately.
Ginny glanced at her quiet friend. She can tell that Hermione was nervous. She could see it in the way Hermione straightened out her clothes every now and then. She smiled at the cuteness of it all... she herself was nervous. Their house doesn't have much to boast, it's just a simple house unlike the mansion Hermione must be living in. But what it did lack in material things was made up with the love and care of her family.
The two friends reached the front door and Ginny was now unsure of whether to let Hermione in or not. To open the door or to not open the door? She took a deep breath and sighed, she can't even make a simple decision now... her hands felt so heavy that she couldn't bring herself to turn the doorknob. What if Hermione thinks it's small and is just too polite to turn down her offer? She stole another glance at the silent brunette... and was surprised to find soft brown eyes alike the color of chocolate looking back at her.
"Are you sure you want to go in? Sometimes it's really messy inside because of the twins, but you know... we could always just stay here..."
Hermione, for the first time, saw insecurity in the other girl's eyes. So she smiled, trying to reassure her, "I like it already." She said with all honesty.
"Really?" Ginny asked, still not sure.
Hermione gave her a funny look. She can't believe Ginny could get this insecure about their house. "Really Really."
"Ok, if you say so," Ginny gave her a genuine smile "But don't blame me later..." she said as she opened the door and waited for Hermione to come inside first and followed her in.
Hermione let her eyes wander a bit... taking in her surroundings as she did so. It really was not that small but it's not too big either, just the right size in her opinion. One that you wouldn't get lost in because it was too large and one that wouldn't get you cramped like sardines. The furnitures weren't that expensive as opposed to what they have but all of them were beautiful and stylish. She longed for a house like this... there was just something that was so warm and inviting in this place. The house that she was living in was just a big pretty box on the outside but an empty rotten place on the inside. There weren't any love there, not from her parents at least, just the love that she and her brother, Henry, shared.
She walked around and saw something that got her interest. She walked over to a set of pictures hanging on the wall.
"Oh wow... Is this you?" Hermione asked, smiling.
Ginny approached her and saw the picture that the brunette was smiling at. It was a younger picture of her and Ron while they were opening their Christmas presents. She too had to smile at that. Ron had been so sweet to her on that special day trying to make it up to her for not letting her go with him and his friends because they had some official boy business to do. "Yes, that's me and Ron."
"You two look really close." Hermione remarked as she saw some other pictures of Ginny and Ron together.
Ginny smirked, "We've always been close. He's like my closest brother and he is so sickenly sweet to me... always trying to look out for me even when not needed. I swear he's way overprotective of me."
Hermione tilted her head so she could look at Ginny and there really was no denying that the two were close. She can clearly see that Ron plays an important part in Ginny's life and although Ginny tries to hide it, she could see that she was proud of her brother.
"But that doesn't make him any less of a jerk, y'know." Ginny added, her eyes twinkling. Hermione smiled at her.
"Ron's a really good person... I know that for a fact," Hermione said quietly, a faint blush on her face. "It's just that he scare me sometimes."
"Oh yeah..." Ginny replied grinning, "Leave it to my brother to scare away all the pretty girls, eh?"
Pretty girls? Hermione doesn't know what to make of that so she chose to ignore the comment. "Yeah." She said, finding herself at a loss for words.
"Here, let me take that." Ginny took Hermione's bag for her and started gathering her own things.
"No, it's okay." Hermione protested.
"It's fine... I'm just going to bring this back up... so you just make yourself at home." And with that the younger girl took off before Hermione could utter another word.
Hermione sat down on the sofa. It was a little worn out but that didn't matter because it was soft and comfortable to sit on. Left by her lonesome, she let her eyes wander a bit but that was... until she jumped from surprise for seeing two heads with flaming red hair pop out from the door. "Oh my..." Hermione breathed, clutching her chest tightly, "You scared me."
"Heh, sorry there." One said, smiling sheepishly.
"Ho, ho! Look who we have here..."
They walked over to her and sat down on either side of the sofa, leaving her in the middle. She swallowed, eyeing them uneasily. "Err... hi..." she greeted intelligently.
They were both looking at her, up and down, and wearing identical grins on their faces. "And what a lovely lady we have here! Isn't she just the darling one, George?"
"She surely is Fred! Ain't we lucky today?"
"Are you kidding me? We're always lucky! We seem to be the only lucky ones here in this house."
"We're twins. Identical, if you've noticed."
Hermione smiled at the both of them, looking quite smug, "Noticed? I surely did."
"Right." One of them said, swishing his hands to dismiss her reply, "So... to what do we owe the pleasure of having such a pretty lady here in our humble abode?"
"Mine." Ginny replied haughtily, walking down the stairs to join them.
"Wow, you're fast." Hermione remarked secretly eyeing Ginny while she came down. Ginny looked up. Her blue eyes met that of Hermione's brown. She smiled, shooing one of the twins so that she and Hermione could sit together.
"Hey! I'm not the fastest player in our team for nothing." Ginny replied in mock indignation."
"Um, these are my goofy brothers," She pointed to one of them, "That's Fred," and then to another, "And that's George."
"Seriously? You're HER friend, Miss..." Fred trailed off, scratching his head, "What was your name again? I didn't quite catch it."
Hermione grinned, "That was because you never really asked for it."
"Fred you idiot! Where's your manners!" George said scolding his brother in mock, "Let's try this again... Hello, I'm George and that's my idiotic twin Fred, and let me tell you what a shame he really is to me."
"I'm Hermione." She shook his hand, "Hermione Granger."
"Hermione Granger?" George asked, "Now where have I heard that name before...? Do you know Fred?"
"I don't know George... but boy, does it sound familiar to me."
"I'm sure I've heard it from somewhere before."
They both shared a look and in motion looked up to the pictures hanging on the wall. Their eyes became wide as realization hit them. "OH!"
Ginny giggled at the sight of her completely surprised brothers. "Take it easy George..." she whispered and patted him sympathetically on the back.
"You..." George pointed a finger in Hermione's direction, "You're THE Hermione?" George asked turning to the brunette who had an amused smile on her face.
"Oh man..." Fred started, looking quite contemplative, "Ron would always tell us that you were pretty, but he never told us that you're this pretty! And boy... aren't you just Miss Smarty Pants?"
The two girls raised one their eyebrows at him, questioning him, "Well, um, I'll take that as a compliment." Hermione replied in a state of awkwardness.
"I always know that a girl is smart if they dump Ron," Fred continued, a grin gracing his features. "That's because they know what's best for them... ow!" he looked over at his sister who had just nudged him in the ribs.
Seriously, how can boys be so insensitive? Ginny was now glaring daggers at Fred.
"It was a joke!" Fred reasoned, "Sorry."
"No, s'ok." said Hermione.
On the other side of the sofa, George was grinning, "Ginny's like a guy sometimes. Don't let the appearance fool you, she really really likes it rough. That's why she joined soccer, didn't you lil sis? So you could watch 'em hot ladies, eh?"
"George, stop teasing your sister." Mrs. Weasley warned, coming out of the kitchen wearing an apron.
"Mom!" Ginny stuck out her tongue at George and went off to hug her mother. "Hmmm... smells nice." she complimented, taking in the delicious smell of her mother's cooking.
But Mrs. Weasley didn't appear to be listening to her, "She's going to find a fine young man, marry him and have beautiful kids together... aren't you dear?"
Ginny gaped at her mother, that just sounded so wrong in her ears. Sure it sounded nice, like the fantasy of every other girl but she's too young to even be thinking about marriage and besides she's not yet ready for that. She wanted to graduate, go to college, take a course and have a job. She wanted to be good at something and prove her worth. And now her mother is bringing up the thought of her having kids! Horrible!
"What? No! I'm too young, Mom! I don't want to get married, I want to pursue my dreams!"
Quickly looking down, Hermione busied herself with the floor, completely nervous of Mrs. Weasley. She felt like she had been stabbed by what Ginny's mother had said. Her heart was racing in her chest and it's not of the good kind of racing.
Mrs. Weasley laughed and looked down at her daughter fondly, stroking her back, "I never meant for it to be right now and yes you are too young... wait," Mrs. Weasley paused as she remembered something, "Have you just got in the house, right now?"
"No... we've been here for awhile."
"That's good to know, I don't want you coming in late again, completely wasted from those parties that you attend to every end of the week." Mrs. Weasley said in a gentle but firm tone, "You're way too young to have been drinking! And if I catch you going home like that again, let's just say that there'll be serious consequences that you'll have to face young lady."
"But Ron's doing the same-" Ginny started but was cut off by her mother.
"No buts. You're too young honey, you should focus on your studies instead. Oh George, Fred... will you set up the table? It's better to get started early. You're father will be coming home soon... about an hour or so."
"Yes, mother...Leave it to us poor, hard- working guys to do all the work." The twins stood up but George kept his gaze on Hermione. "We're just joking, y'know... It was really nice meeting you." he said smiling at her then left following Fred not a second later.
Ginny just rolled her eyes at her mother's words and went back to Hermione's side. It was really a big lie if Hermione said that she wasn't caught by surprise when Ginny took a hold of her hand and gave her a look as if she was supposed to know why. That touch alone made her feel all tingly inside. Was this even real?
Hermione gulped. She was really nervous and Ginny was still looking at her with those big soft blue eyes of her. How can she ever resist that look? She was really afraid that she will fall even deeper for this beautiful young girl standing in front of her right now. Only she can do that to her.
"Come on..." Ginny pouted, dragging a hesitant Hermione along with her. "Mom, I like you to meet my friend. This is Hermione." she declared with a proud grin.
The moment Mrs. Weasley set her eyes upon her, Hermione tried her hardest to smile but she was sure it came out awful, scary even. She felt herself shaking a little. Ginny's mother must think that she was the biggest loser in all of town right now. And Ron's still not even mentioned yet! "Hello Mrs. Weasley, It's really a pleasure to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too, dear. Ginny's been talking about you. She says you're really nice and smart... you might do her some good for a change."
"Mom!" Ginny whined. "Don't you have to go back to the kitchen now?" she asked trying to change the subject.
Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened, "Oh my... It's really good to know that Ginny's made such a great friend like you Hermione." She turned to the brunette and hugged her, "Have fun, but not too much fun. I have to go back to the kitchen now. Maybe we can talk later?"
"Oh yes, absolutely." Hermione replied a little breathless, mustering up a smile through her nervousness.
"Alright then. I'll expect you both at dinner." Ginny's mother smiled at her once more and went off.
Hermione breathed in a sigh of relief, "You have such a great mother."
"She's the best," Ginny replied proudly, "But sometimes she's too strict."
"That just shows what a great mother she really is. It means she's concerned about you. I wish my mother was like that too."
"What did you say?" Ginny turned to her, curiousity in her eyes.
Hermione quickly realized her mistake and tried to smile. "I said your mother was great."
"No, no... the one after that... you said something after that..."
"I didn't say anything." Hermione denied.
"Fine..." Ginny replied, dropping the subject seeing as how Hermione seemed uncomfortable about it. Maybe she can ask about it later. "So what do you wanna do?" she asked. She just wanted Hermione to have a great time in their house.
Hermione playfully smiled, "Oh, I don't know... what do YOU want to do?"
"You're the guest Hermione. You decide." Ginny smiled at her too, playing along.
Hermione couldn't help but chuckle at the idea in her mind, "I have an idea... but I don't know if you're up for it."
Ginny cocked an eyebrow at her, "Why, what's your idea? Is it fun?"
"Oh, it's plenty fun," Hermione replied coyly, "I do know fun, you know! Don't you trust me to know good fun?"
"Hmmm... lemme think about it..."
"Hey!" Hermione protested, swatting Ginny playfully.
Ginny just giggled at her. "Well... You are THE Hermione Granger. I should be careful around you..." This earned her another playful hit from the brunette. She held up her hands in defeat, "Ok, Ok... stopping now... what's your idea?"
"Are you up for it though? I wouldn't want to exhaust you that much." Hermione teased.
"Hey, soccer player here! You're the skinny one," She stuck out her tongue to Hermione.
Hermione stuck out her tongue too, "But I'm pretty much in good condition, thank you very much... so, what do you say?"
"Of course, I'm up for anything."
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked once more, grinning at Ginny.
Ginny gave her a determined smile, "Bring it on!"
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked irritated.
Cho looked at him in disbelief, "What do you mean what I'm doing here?"
Harry stared back at her and answered her in a firm voice, "I told you not to wait for me."
"Why are you being like this?" Cho demanded, placing her hands on her hips as she watched him sit down on one of the bleachers. "I'm really getting the impression that you're avoiding me!"
"Will you tone down your voice please? Some people might hear." Harry replied in a harsh whisper.
"I don't care if they hear. Just tell me why you're giving me the cold shoulder... please? I just want to know if I did something wrong!"
Harry placed his head on his hands as he found it hard to look at Cho, "I just- you know- I need some space."
Cho sat down beside Harry and placed her hand on his shoulders, "Why wont you tell me what's happening?"
"Nothing's happening okay?" Harry answered in a state of frustration, "Just stop asking all this damn questions."
She studied him for a while until something came to her head, "Is this about Ginny?"
"No!" Harry replied rather quickly than what he had meant to. "This is not about her." He shook his head to emphasize his point.
"And you expect me to believe that?"
Cho scoffed at him, "Oh please. You still like her, don't you? I can tell." She accused.
"Listen..." Harry said in a low voice, "Ginny has nothing- absolutely nothing- to do with this. I'm really tired right now and I'm just not in the mood to make conversation. I just want to rest... why is that so hard for you to understand?"
"Because I can tell that you're lying!" Cho reasoned out, "You're not one to just be tired after a practice, you can run this field 100 times and still not be tired! But fine... if you so badly need your space, then I'll gladly go. I'll get a ride with Pansy since 'Ginny' ditched her again." She stood up marching out of campus.
"Feisty, isn't she?" Draco butted in with a grin, sitting beside Harry.
Harry slumped in his seat, "I don't know what I'm going to do with her. I like her- I really do. But she's been always around me and it's getting kind of hard to breathe. This had never happened when I was still with Ginny... she knows when you need time just for yourself."
Draco laughed at him, "I say... you still have it bad for that Weasley. What's the deal with you and Weasleys' anyway? You're just the same as Pansy." Draco mused.
"What are you trying to say?"
Draco shook his head at him, "Why do you, famous Harry Potter, have this need to surround yourself with poor people?"
"And why do you make it sound like a bad thing?"
"I mean... that Ginny Weasley sure is something and I can bear being with her but her brother is a whole different question. He's an idiot."
Harry looked deep in thought, unsure of what to say, so he just stayed quiet. Draco's been trying to befriend him lately. And he just can't understand why he chose to be friends with him right now. He reasoned out that it's because their girlfriends are friends... but the idea just seemed absurd to him. Draco Malfoy, would never befriend somebody just because of a girl. So he's not really sure what his true motives are.
"Really, he is," Draco smirked, "He dated a lesbian for God's sake! But I really wouldn't put the entire blame on Granger. I swear that Weasel was the reason why she became a lesbian... He made her turn gay!" He snickered, shaking his head a little, "Tsk, tsk, Granger was such an unfortunate loss for the male population of this damned school."
Guilt passed by in Harry's eyes. Why is that everything that he had run away from seemed to be coming back to him? He really couldn't deal with this right now. He stood up and gathered his things.
"Oh well... I also need to go now." Draco said checking his clock. "Pansy's expecting me outside. But about what I said to you- think it over Harry. You don't need an idiot for a friend." Draco patted his back and was gone.
Ron had watched them the entire time, waiting for Harry to be alone so that he can approach him. It seemed like Harry was having problems with his relationship with Cho. But he was a little concerned over the fact that Harry was now friends with Malfoy. That boy is trouble, pure trouble.
Harry was now stretching a little, weary of the day's events. Ron walked over, placing his hands on his pockets, feeling somewhat nervous. "Potter," he greeted with animosity.
Harry quickly turned around and saw the one person that he was running away from, "Ron."
"I think we need to talk," Ron said, his eyes burning into Harry's.
Harry swallowed, "It's getting late and I really need to go..." he started picking up his things.
Ron stopped him with his hands, "No, you're not going anywhere. We're going to talk. You can't run away from me this time. It's not going to work."
"Oh come on Ron..." Harry protested.
Ron leaned in closer to him so that they were face-to-face, "You disgust me." He said, hate evident in his voice and started poking Harry in the chest, "You. Coward."
"Stop that!" Pushing away Ron's hands, Harry backed away, "What are you so angry about!"
"Ha! Don't play innocent with me, Harry," The redhead shook his head, "I'm not buying your stupid act! You promised me you'd never hurt her, you idiot, and yet you did-!"
Harry cut him off, "I honestly don't know what you're talking about, Ron. You must've lost your mind."
"Me? Lost my mind? Nope. You- on the other hand- obviously had. Now talk to me Harry like the man you used to tell me that you are!"
"You're not letting me off the hook, are you?" Harry sighed, "Fine what do you want to talk about?"
"Telling me why you hurt my sister seems like a good place to start."
Harry sat back down on the bleachers, sighing, "It's, um, just not working out anymore." Ron remained quiet waiting for Harry to continue. "I figured it'd save us both the time. I'm pretty sure she's over me by now."
"And how sure are you about that, huh?" Ron asked, trying to control his temper.
Looking up at him, Harry replied, "I'm quite sure."
"How did you know then that she was over you? Not that I don't mind her being over you... because you're not worth her tears."
"I know." Harry answered in a dejected tone of voice, "I've seen her a couple of times with Hermione. She seems happy. Plus- Draco and I- we saw them together earlier, they look really close."
Ron's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, "And what are you implying about that!"
Harry stood up, taking his things with him, hoping that this would soon be over, "That they... You mean you haven't you noticed?"
"Noticed what!" Ron demanded, his ears turning pink.
Harry backed away at Ron's outburst, "That they're together!"
Before Harry knew what was happening, a fist flew into his face sending him flying backwards, his things scattered around, "Ron, What the the hell!" he yelled touching his face.
"Don't you ever ever say that! They're not together! You hear me, huh, Harry! They. Are. Not. Together." Ron said spitting out the words, emphasizing the last four words to him.
Harry scrambled to his feet, a hand still on his face, "They're not?" he asked incredulously.
"No!" Ron bellowed.
Ron yelled in frustration, "Yes!"
"I'm sorry, Ron." Harry said looking down at the floor.
"Whatever. Doesn't matter. It's Ginny that you should say sorry to... not to me. And before I forget... I don't want to see you anywhere near my sister! Ever again Potter!"
"But how could I-?"
Harry could only watch as Ron walked away. Why did he and Draco even thought that Ginny and Hermione were a couple? He was stupid. He should really say sorry to her, but how could he, when he restricted him to even get near her? Shrugging, he gathered his scattered things and walked out of campus.
Sorry it took so long to upload and if it'sa little short, there's been some problems in the family and school's making me busy, but I'll be posting the next one as soon as I figure it out but i'd really like to know what y'all like to happen next chapter, maybe some suggestions? Thanks for reading and I'm really really sorry!