Granger Danger ⇗ Fred Weasley

Ch. 35: I'm Sorry [Part One]

should of had this out sooner, but Rocky Horror and Pewdiepie kept distracting me XD

Ch. 35: I'm Sorry [Part One]

Song For This Chapter: Gone, Gone, Gone - Phillip Phillips 

     "So, Jenna," I sighed, getting up from the comfortable chair beside her bedside. Jenna was still unconscious, and I was fearing the worst. Why were all of us prone to comas? Was it some cliché misfortune of ours to draw excessive, bodily harm to ourselves? "I got you a Christmas gift, but don't open it until Christmas morning," I snickered, feeling like a terrible person. "I'm sorry, bad joke... But, honestly, I know you'll come out of this just fine - how could you leave this world without a proper boyfriend to mourn you?" 

      There was no response. Sighing, I placed the bouquet of roses I had bought her in the empty vase beside her hospital bed. "Well, I'm off to Christmas break. It's going to be just the lowly Grangers over the holidays," I told Jenna, gathering up my things so I could make it to the platform on time, "Mrs. Weasley extended an invitation for Hermione and I to stay for Christmas, but with all the drama between Hermione and Ron, I think it would be best just to lay low." 

      I worried my bottom lip as I sat there, staring down at her pained expression. I couldn't believe Draco had done this to her, even if it wasn't meant for Jenna; it was still his fault. My eyes prickled as I quietly got up from my seat, pushing some hair away that had fallen in oily clumps over her eyes. "I'll be back soon, alright? Don't wake up without Lana and I here."

      As I turned, I found both Lana and Neville standing awkwardly in the doorway, both holding small bundles of goodbye flowers in their hands. "What are you doing here?" I chuckled at how awkward Lana's small, five foot two, stature compared to Neville's height, and, how Lana was glaring up at him suspiciously. 

      Lana bristled and flipped her neon hair over her shoulder to shoot him an arched brow, "Yes, Longbottom, do tell."

      "Uh-um," he paled, scuffing his feet as he lowered his eyes, attempting to hide the flowers he had brought behind his back, but failing miserably. "I just thought I'd say goodbye. Jenna's a friend," he blushed, reaching up a quaking hand to scratch the back of his neck, tenderly.

      Smirking, I slid over to the two of them and gave them both a side-hug. "Don't worry Neville, we're just teasing."

      "Oh, I knew I'd find you here," Hermione huffed as she pushed past Neville and Lana to get to me, as they were blocking the doorway. "S'rry," she absently waved towards them, a half-hearted apology flying past as she pulled a crinkled envelope from her pocket. "Elle, I've just received an owl from Mum and Dad."

            "Oh?"

      My sister nodded, pulling her bag from her shoulder as she handed me the letter. "Yes, and, it was accompanied with this," she smirked at me as she pulled a flower from the abyss she called her book bag. "It's December, remember?" 

      My stomach toppled out from my intestines and hit the floor beneath me. She was holding a single, orange chrysanthemum. "No -"

      "Yes -"

            "-You can't make me!" 

      Hermione and I fought about it for at least a day and a half, but it didn't matter how much I whined and moaned, I was on the Tube early on Thursday morning, the second day before Christmas eve. On my way to Granger's Gums.... to die. 

      "Elle," Hermione sighed, lifting her eyes from her book to glare at my behavior. "Would you please stop making faces out the window and behave like the adult you almost are?"