Over. Finished. No More. | F/Hr | Rating: PG-13
Challenge 6, round 2 of fwhg_ldws
Title: Over. Finished. No More.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 747
A/N(optional): None
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Over. Finished. No More.
Of all the things he had walked in on over the years, this was the something he both never ever wanted to see, but at the same time, needed to see. Because if Hermione Granger agreed to marry his younger brother then that was it. Over. Finished. No more.
Technically he hadn't actually walked in the warm lounge of the Burrow, but he had poked his head around the door, looking for everyone inside the house, who - according to his mother - should be outside eating too much and enjoying the late summer heat.
As soon as he had seen Ron down on one knee in front of Hermione he had quickly stepped back and held his breath for a few seconds, making sure he hadn't been seen by either of them.
He shut his eyes, trying to take the image from his mind, but it was burned into his mind's eye and he could see them as clearly as if he was still looking at them.
He could hear Ron starting his prepared speech and he couldn't help but push the door open a tiny bit more and look through the gap.
Hermione was obviously flustered, her cheeks red and switching her weight from foot to foot occasionally. She was smiling, and her eyes, well, he hated that he couldn't look into them properly to gauge exactly how she was feeling. She hated that he could do that, knew she couldn't hide anything from him, however much she wanted to.
He let his head fall against the door frame and he willed her to look up at him. He needed her to look at him, to tell him through her eyes that she loved Ron more than she loved him. He needed to know that was how she felt.
Because if it was, then this was it: he would stop this ridiculous obsession with her and get on with his life as he was before all this started.
Over. Finished. No more.
But it wasn't a ridiculous obsession, because he loved her, and he knew she loved him too. The time she had spent in the shop with him had started out as friendship, then she started helping with a couple of the inventions - mainly the safety aspects of them, antidotes, cushioning charms and self contained flames - where they found they made each other smile, wound each other up which always ended in laughter, and then one evening, a kiss.
'Hermione, I know I'm not perfect, and I get things wrong sometimes...'
Don't put yourself down. She hates that! ...
'Oh for-!' The potion in the cauldron hissed and then evaporated into thin air. 'I'm such a stupid...' the growl of frustration made her turn around and look at him. 'I can't even read instructions anymore! I've just put twice the amount of snake venom in there and it's gone and evaporated the whole bloody lot! Merlin!'
'Fred Weasley don't you dare call yourself stupid! You made a mistake, everyone does it...'
He remembered the way she had kissed him after that. He had gone to argue, but she had stopped him with a fierce kiss. When they pulled apart she looked frightened and guilty, but he knew she didn't regret it.
'...I love you more than anything in the world...'
He had told her he loved her once.
'No you don't, Fred. I'm far too uptight, to bossy and just too boring for you. You need someone more like you, and I... I need...'
She had never finished that sentence because he had kissed her, trying to tell her how he felt without words.
'...if you would do me the honour, of being my wife.'
He looked right at her, and she lifted her head and looked straight at him. She stared at him, and he stared right back, neither of them blinking. His stomach turned, waiting for the decision that was going to change his life, whatever it was.
'Yes, Ron. I'll marry you.'
He watched as Ron stood up and hugged his fiancee. She looked right at him over Ron's shoulder and he nodded his head an inch with a smirk on his face.
He turned round and walked back out to the garden and the family madness.
From now on, Hermione Granger was his friend and his brother's fiancee.
No longer was she the woman he loved.
It was all over.
Over. Finished. No more.
Title: Over. Finished. No More.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 747
A/N(optional): None
...
Over. Finished. No More.
Of all the things he had walked in on over the years, this was the something he both never ever wanted to see, but at the same time, needed to see. Because if Hermione Granger agreed to marry his younger brother then that was it. Over. Finished. No more.
Technically he hadn't actually walked in the warm lounge of the Burrow, but he had poked his head around the door, looking for everyone inside the house, who - according to his mother - should be outside eating too much and enjoying the late summer heat.
As soon as he had seen Ron down on one knee in front of Hermione he had quickly stepped back and held his breath for a few seconds, making sure he hadn't been seen by either of them.
He shut his eyes, trying to take the image from his mind, but it was burned into his mind's eye and he could see them as clearly as if he was still looking at them.
He could hear Ron starting his prepared speech and he couldn't help but push the door open a tiny bit more and look through the gap.
Hermione was obviously flustered, her cheeks red and switching her weight from foot to foot occasionally. She was smiling, and her eyes, well, he hated that he couldn't look into them properly to gauge exactly how she was feeling. She hated that he could do that, knew she couldn't hide anything from him, however much she wanted to.
He let his head fall against the door frame and he willed her to look up at him. He needed her to look at him, to tell him through her eyes that she loved Ron more than she loved him. He needed to know that was how she felt.
Because if it was, then this was it: he would stop this ridiculous obsession with her and get on with his life as he was before all this started.
Over. Finished. No more.
But it wasn't a ridiculous obsession, because he loved her, and he knew she loved him too. The time she had spent in the shop with him had started out as friendship, then she started helping with a couple of the inventions - mainly the safety aspects of them, antidotes, cushioning charms and self contained flames - where they found they made each other smile, wound each other up which always ended in laughter, and then one evening, a kiss.
'Hermione, I know I'm not perfect, and I get things wrong sometimes...'
Don't put yourself down. She hates that! ...
'Oh for-!' The potion in the cauldron hissed and then evaporated into thin air. 'I'm such a stupid...' the growl of frustration made her turn around and look at him. 'I can't even read instructions anymore! I've just put twice the amount of snake venom in there and it's gone and evaporated the whole bloody lot! Merlin!'
'Fred Weasley don't you dare call yourself stupid! You made a mistake, everyone does it...'
He remembered the way she had kissed him after that. He had gone to argue, but she had stopped him with a fierce kiss. When they pulled apart she looked frightened and guilty, but he knew she didn't regret it.
'...I love you more than anything in the world...'
He had told her he loved her once.
'No you don't, Fred. I'm far too uptight, to bossy and just too boring for you. You need someone more like you, and I... I need...'
She had never finished that sentence because he had kissed her, trying to tell her how he felt without words.
'...if you would do me the honour, of being my wife.'
He looked right at her, and she lifted her head and looked straight at him. She stared at him, and he stared right back, neither of them blinking. His stomach turned, waiting for the decision that was going to change his life, whatever it was.
'Yes, Ron. I'll marry you.'
He watched as Ron stood up and hugged his fiancee. She looked right at him over Ron's shoulder and he nodded his head an inch with a smirk on his face.
He turned round and walked back out to the garden and the family madness.
From now on, Hermione Granger was his friend and his brother's fiancee.
No longer was she the woman he loved.
It was all over.
Over. Finished. No more.