It All Started With A Pygmy Puff (A Fred and Hermione Story) Fremione

Telling the Weasleys

Hermione woke up, that horrible feeling still whirling around her from the inside. Her eyes hurt from crying so much and her limbs her for sleeping in an odd position. She closes her eyes, just wishing that this was all a dream; that none of this happened. She hears a soft knock from the other side of the door.

"Come in," she responded.

The door opens and in front of her was Fred, who looks at her sadly. He sat at the edge of the bed, looking down at his shoes. Taking plently of courage, he turns and looks her in the eyes. She looks back and notices the red rims around his eyes as if he was crying like she was.

"What happened to you?" she asked, almost bitterly.

He ignores her bitter tone and looks back down at the wooden floor. She ignores him amd stares blankly at the blankets, the faded pain in her chest becoming stronger. Wanting to be held, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around Fred's shoulder, sobbing lightly. He wraps his arms around her waist, rubbing her back comfortably. He quiets her down and contiues to rub on her back to keep her from crying. Her crying soon was lowered into hiccups

"I want to tell them," she hiccups.

He turns to her, "Want to tell who?"

She hiccups again, "I have to tell the other Weasleys. They deserve to know."

"If that's what you think is best," he encourages.

She hugs him, "thank you, Fred. For everything."

He gives her a smile before walking out, shutting the door softly. He goes to the kitchen and cooks food for his fellow roommates. Cooking the eggs, he hears the floor creak on rhe other side of the kitchen. He turned and saw an exhausted Hermione staring intensely at the food.

"You can have a plate. George and I usually don't wait for each other like we had at home."

He grabs a good amount food and puts it on a plate and passes it down to Hermione. She slowly walks to the small dinning room and ate her  food as she bore her eyes to empty space at the middle of the table.

George walks into the kitchen and back out with a large plate of food, Fred following behind. They ate in silence and went to their rooms to get dressed. Once they were ready, they all floo to the Burrow, their clothes coated in soot. The other Weasleys, all relaxing in the living room, turned their attention toward the new comers.

"Back so early, dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley, patting the brown haired girl on the shoulder.

"I have something to tell you," Hermione mutters.

"Go ahead, dearie."

"Ron and I are breaking the wedding off."

"WHAT!" the other Weasleys screech.

Ginny responds first, "Why? What happened?"

"Ron found a better person to love. They both are soon to be parents. Please don't get mad at them; I want what is best for them."

The others gaped at her, looking at her sadly. Not taking their pity for her well, she floos back to the twin's flat, about to be on the verge of tears.  Fred is in the living room, watching her. Finally wanting to comfort her, he walks toward her and wraps his arms around her, caressing her hair as she cried on his chest. He was now thinking that he would do anything to make her happy and able to forget the past events. He will take care of her.