Disclaimer: Belongs to JK Rowling
..."I think I'm worth more than that blasted thing, don't you?"
Fred paused in his self-pity of his throbbing head, "What?"
"Ron, taking off and leaving me all alone, because of a blasted trophy."
"I don't think it's a question of what's worth more Hermione, I just think it he has a different priority at the moment."
"Oh you mean, Quidditch is more important to him than me?"
He rubbed his weary eyes, "No. I think as a girlfriend of a Quidditch player, you have to accept that for six months of the year you ain't going to see that much of him."
Then there was silence, which Fred savoured, cursing himself for once again drinking too much, and waiting for the hang over potion to kick in. He wouldn't put it past his mum to make it especially weak just to torment him.
"Fred…do you think I'm more important to Ron than winning the cup?"
"Of course you are."
"…If you had to choose between Quidditch and me, which one would you choose?"
He closed his eyes for a moment, and then looked over at her. "I don't think you want me to answer that."
She met his eyes for what seemed like forever, and then turned away. "No, I don't imagine I do."