Title: Fairy Lights
Summary: All she wanted to do was go home.
Rating: Any Age
A/N: Balcony prompt for 100quills
The fairy lights twinkled in the garden below her, sounds from the party behind her reached her ears. It was her party, and she was still out on the balcony, not finding it within herself to join the festivities. There were too many people, so many she didn't know or remember, wanting to talk to her, congratulate her, and all she wanted to do was go home.
"They are asking where you are," Fred said, coming to stand beside her, two drinks in his hands.
"What did you say?"
"That's you'd run off with George, having loved him all along naturally."
"You poor thing."
"Yes," he sighed deeply. "You, the shameless hussy broke my heart."
Hermione laughed, resting her head on his shoulder, "can we go home?"
"Not yet love, our mothers would crucify us if we tried."
"I'm so tired."
"Not long, promise."
"We aren't needed, there is enough food and drink to last a week. You and I, will not be missed."
"Ah, but we would be dear," he smiled. "You tend to notice the absence of the bride and groom at their wedding. Sorry love."
"Worth a shot," she looked up at him. "Can we hide out here?"
"Absolutely. You're father keeps eying me, I think he wants to 'chat'. Rather not."
"Chicken," she laughed.
"Party pooper," he countered.