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Chapter 1 : The Laughing Has Died
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Hermione let out a sigh of relief as she entered the vicinity of her private dorm. Yes, Hermione was head girl, no shocker there. She received her letter 3 weeks earlier while she was at Grimmauld Place. What was more shocking was when Ron received one saying he was head boy. She knew Draco Malfoy was in the running for the position, since his grades were second to hers, but then he went missing.
Hermione winced as she thought of Dumbledore and how he was gone. Almost the entire school was crying at the sorting ceremony, except for one person: Snape. The trio almost went on a rampage when the Order told them he would be returning. They say Snape turned himself in saying he only did it to protect Draco, but he was on probation. But this year he would be returning as potions master. That is where some good news came in. Charlie Weasley is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, when Professor McGonagall, the new headmistress, begged him to teach. And since, McGonagall no longer taught Transfiguration, she gave Tonks the job. The trio knew it was mainly because the wizarding world was in trouble, and the school needed more protection, Harry more than others.
Hermione laid down on her bed letting out a frustrated sigh. The teachers have been cracking down on homework and her head girl duties were taking over her life. Not to mention Ron. Even though, Hermione had the biggest crush on him for ages, something in her head clicked and she realized he is nothing more than a friend, almost like brother. But just as Hermione got over him, Ron’s feelings towards Hermione were deeper than ever before. It is like he finally realized she was a beautiful young woman. Which was true. Hermione grew a couple of more inches over the summer, and her curves finally appeared. And her hair, which was now a deep honey color, was less puffy, but more sleek and wavy. She was, in all aspects, a beautiful young woman.
As Hermione was lying there, she heard a knock on her door. She was about to scream for the person to go away, but she decided that would be rude. So with a deep sigh, she got up and went to the door. She opened it and there stood Ron, not surprising at all.
“Hi Ron,” said Hermione as she moved to let him in and went to go sit on her bed.
Ron followed her over and took a seat next to her.
“So… what’s up?” asked Hermione, getting annoyed with Ron just sitting there.
As if he just came out of a trance, Ron began talking, “I just got a letter from Fred and George. They knew we have a Hogsmeade weekend trip, so they asked if we could stop by and test out some of their latest stuff.”
“Ok great. I haven’t seen them since summer,” Hermione said, “Is that all you needed?”
“Um ya…” said Ron almost sounding hurt that Hermione didn’t want to talk.
“Ok well, I’m going to go to bed,” said Hermione, “See you in the morning.”
She leaned over a placed a friendly kiss on Ron’s cheek. She saw the blood rushing to his face as he muttered a goodnight and left her room. Hermione couldn’t help but laugh at Ron, because just last year that would have been her if she was in that position. Hermione began getting ready for bed and couldn’t help but think about her visit with Fred and George tomorrow. She adored them both so much, but she had a very strong connection with Fred. Over the summer, the twins stayed at Grimmauld Place for a couple weeks. Hermione thought back to the first night they were there.
Hermione was lying in her bed at one in the morning. Realizing she wouldn’t be able to sleep, she decided to make herself some tea. Quietly, she got up and made her way downstairs. As she passing the sitting room, she noticed that the fire was still lit. She thought maybe someone forgot to put it out, so she walked in to do so, when she noticed a figure with glowing red hair sitting there. As she got closer, she noticed it was Fred and she smiled and was about to say something, when she saw a tear roll down his face. Shocked, Hermione walked over to him and sat down next to him on the couch. He felt the weight change and turned to see two rich, honey eyes starring at him with care.
“Are you ok Fred?” asked Hermione softly.
Fred shook his head, “No.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” asked Hermione as she shifted toward him and placed a hand lightly on his shoulder, sending a shiver down his spine.
He always admired Hermione and her bravery, but did not notice how beautiful she was until that moment. The way the fire glowed on her rich, honey hair, and made her eyes illuminate like two stars. He was awe-struck, and somehow he felt a weird connection to her. And at that moment, he knew he could trust her with his life.
Hermione, who was sitting there, worried about what might be wrong with him. Thoughts were racing through her head. Is he alright? This side of Fred is scaring me. I’m use to his prankster self. Something is wrong.
Finally, Hermione voiced her thoughts, “Fred you are scaring me. I’m going to go get your mother.”
With that said, Hermione got up to leave until she felt a hand grab hers and pull her back down onto the couch. She turned to look at Fred and could tell he was trying to read her. She shifted to get a better look at him, as if telling him that he could trust her with anything.
“I’m depressed Hermione” said Fred quietly.
Hermione, who just barely heard him, was shocked, “Why?”
“I don’t know. Ever since Percy left the family, I have just been becoming more and more depressed. Nothing seems to make me happy anymore,” explained Fred.
“But you always seem so happy,” said Hermione, she was just so shocked that such a happy person could be so depressed.
“It is called acting Hermione, “said Fred, “It is all just a stupid act!”
Fred’s anger and sadness began to overtake him and if he didn’t calm down soon, he would do something irrational. As if Hermione could sense this, she quickly wrapped her arms around Fred and pulled him close to her. The instant they made contact, Fred calmed down, and wrapped his arms around Hermione, and held onto her as if his life depended on it. He silently cried in her shoulders, while she held him and rubbed a caring hand up and down his back.
To Fred, it felt like Hermione was the only thing in his life that felt right, felt good, felt safe. After that night, the next couple of weeks, Fred began opening up to Hermione, telling her everything, but made her promise not to tell anyone. She promised, even thought she worried about him a lot.
Hermione woke the next morning, the sunshine pouring in through her window. She stretched and got out of bed. She walked over to her wardrobe and picked out her outfit for the day. Since it was still nice out, she decided on a khaki skirt and a plain, short-sleeve, red shirt. She walked into her bathroom to get ready. After her shower, Hermione stepped out and wrapped a town around her body. She said a spell that would dry her hair into long, wavy curls. She applied a little make-up, and then put on her clothes. When she was all ready, she went downstairs only to meet Ron in the common room they shared. Together, they walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. When they got there, they walked over to Harry and Ginny. Harry had his arm draped over Ginny’s shoulder.
Over the summer, Harry also came to Grimmauld Place. Ginny, who was just as stubborn as he was, was able to convince him to get back together with her. Hermione smiled at the couple as she sat down across from them.
“Morning ‘Mione,” said Ginny.
“Morning,” said Hermione as she began buttering her toast.
“I assume Ron told you Fred and George want to see us,” said Harry as he poured himself some more pumpkin juice.
Hermione nodded her head, seeing how she chewing her toast.
After breakfast, the four of them made their way down to the carriages. As they got situated, Hermione could tell Ron was extremely uncomfortable being so close to her. She then looked over at Harry and Ginny, who were holding hands. She felt a sudden pang of jealousy run through her body. She was always envious of them and how much love they have for each other. She thought she knew what love was when she liked Ron, but it was just another schoolgirl crush.
As the carriage halted, the four jumped out and were now on the busy streets of Hogsmeade.
“How about we go see Fred and George first,” suggested Ginny.
The other three nodded and they started making their way through the busy streets. Finally, they reached the twins’ shop. They walked in, but didn’t get far before running into a mosh of students. The store was crowded with kids buying the twins’ products, to take back to the castle to use against their friends. The four pushed their way through and found George behind the counter. When he saw them, his face lit up.
“Hey!” he shouted as he climbed over the counter to greet them
He shook Harry’s hand, and then gave Ginny and Ron a brotherly hug. Then he came to Hermione and smiled at her and gave her a hug as well. They released and Hermione looked up at him.
“Where’s Fred?” asked Hermione, noticing he wasn’t anywhere in sight.
“In the back stocking some supplies,” said George.
His attention was then shifted to a group of 3rd years, who just knocked over a rake of something, which was now causing some sort of crazy reaction.
Hermione nodded, even though George didn’t see, and looked over at her friends, who were already busy helping George clean up the mess. Hermione stunk into the back and was greeted by a dimly lit room. Her eyes wondered over the place, not seeing Fred anywhere. She then heard a whimper coming from a corner. She got closer and gasped at the horrific sight before her.
Well what do you think? You like it? Be honest! Please review!! Hopefully I will stick with this story until the end.
August 8th, 2007- Guys please see my personal info. on my author page to check how this story is going!
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