A Weasley Twin

6.

Our first class with Umbridge was outrageous. She refused to teach us any actual spells and instead spent the lesson teaching theory from a text book, a complete contrast from Professor Moody's lessons last year, maybe she was aware that we'd been taught a bit too hands on. Her teaching methods were ludicrous and Harry was not afraid to call her out for it, landing him a detention with the horrid woman. 

Later on as we entered the common room, all Ron could seem to think about was the homework we'd received in Umbridge's class. "Hermione, you finished yours as soon as Umbridge gave it to us, all I'm asking is for you to help me out a little bit. Between the homework and preparing for our OWLs, I don't have enough hours in the day, I'm not asking you to do all of it, just some," he pleaded.

I sighed, "I'll do the introduction, that's all."

"Hermione, you're honestly the most wonderful person I've ever met," Ron beamed and I attempted to hide a smile. It felt nice to think about someone other than Fred for a change. "If I'm ever mean to you again-" Ron began.

"I'll know you're back to normal," I interjected with a smirk, earning an eyeroll from him.

As we sat down, I caught sight of Fred and George who were up to no good, as expected.

"Selling their skiving sweets," Ron explained, following my gaze. He looked sad, there was a definite change in his mood since only a moment before. I suddenly felt guilty and tried my best to steer away from my most common topic of conversation: Fred.

"So, do you want to show me the assignment? I can do it with you now if you want," I smiled, trying to soften his mood.

"Yeah, perfect," he began, but unfortunately we didn't get very far as apparently Fred was dissatisfied with my attention being on someone who wasn't him. 

"You alright?" Fred grinned as he sat down opposite me and Ron, followed by George.

I don't know what it was but something about him made me so angry sometimes, he just had a habit of appearing at times when I simply did not want to speak to him.

"What do you think you're playing at?" I scowled at the twins. "Helping children skip school? What is wrong with you? I don't care if you profit from it, these kids need an education and I'm not going to watch you interfere for a laugh." They looked utterly amused by my irritation, typical really. 

"I'm gonna go, I have work to do," Ron said, grabbing his things leaving me alone with Fred and George.

I'd done it again. I'd prioritised his idiotic brothers over him. I couldn't even bring myself to feel guilty because it was such a common occurrence that I couldn't class it as a mistake anymore, more of a guilty pleasure, a habit.

"For God's sake, Fred, I'm so bloody angry at you," I felt myself admit, immediately regretting it as I saw George suppressing a laugh, as if Fred was being told off by his mother. 

Fred nodded to the corner of the room as he stood up to follow me over. 

"What's going on?" he sighed, my heart sank as I felt so guilty, confused, and insecure.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," I half-whispered. 

Fred was so immature it was infuriating. I had tried my whole life to show I could be mature and worthy of an opinion, and he just didn't need to try. We were polar opposites, it could never work and maybe that's what was so horrible about it, it was never meant to work but somehow it did.

"I bloody love you and I hate it," I blurted out before turning and running back to my dorm, refusing to face what I'd just confessed to that beautiful, idiotic boy.