꧁𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡꧂ (𝐹.𝑊.)

11 - MORE arguments

The next morning I woke up to Hermione jumping on me.

It wasn't very pleasant.

"Hermione! What are you doing?"

"Fred Weasley? Honestly Hensley, do you have a brain at all?"

Oh God...if Hermione knew, that means Harry knows, too.

"Does Harry know?"

"The whole damn school knows!"

Wonderful. Just great.

"And just when rumors were about to die down."

She frowned, "You've been here for two months. Not only are you famous, you've illegally entered yourself into the triwizard tournament, managed to disrespect almost every teacher, and now dating your friend's brother, who is also your brother's friend."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you just met him."

"Are you trying to suggest something?" I asked.

"I just think you're moving really fast."

"If you're gonna call me a whore just say it to my face, Hermione," I crossed my arms, "Don't beat around the bush."

And with that, I got dressed and left. I wasn't going to be slut-shamed, not by Hermione Granger.

Today, only Fred was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. George must have been with Angelina.

"Morning Gorgeous," He said, greeting me with the usual warm smile.

I just huffed.

"Hens? Love, what's wrong?"

"Well, the whole school knows apparently and I'm a whore."

"No one said you're a whore."

"It was heavily implied!"

"You've only dated one guy here, and that's me. How are you a whore?"

"Thats what I'd like to know. I'd also like to know who opened their mouth."

"Probably George and Angelina."

I sighed, "We're screwed."

"Nevermind that. Food?"

I nodded, so he took my hand and we walked down to the great hall, receiving dirty looks all the time we walked through.

Was this really worth it? Did I want George that much?

No, but Fred wanted Angelina, and I wasn't going to give up on him. Best friends help each other, right?

We sat together down the table from everyone else. Was this suspicious? Probably.

We started to discuss what we were gonna do about our situation with "the secret" out. Just then, We had not one, but two people sit in between us.

"Keeping secrets, are we?" Ron asked

"Oh yeah, they've got loads they're keeping from us," Harry added, "When did you plan on telling me?" He sounded like an angry father. He had the tone Adam did when I messed up.

"When we were ready to," I replied

"So there's a we now, is there?" Ron said

"Butt out," Fred said through clenched teeth

"I'm mad at you too!" Harry exclaimed.

"Oh grow up Harry. Act your age!" Fred retorted

"Date someone your age!"

"That's enough, Harry. You aren't dad, no matter how much you look like him," I said lowly

"Someone needs to keep you under control!"

"Under control? Is that what you're doing?"

"Yeah, so what if it is?"

"I can't believe you," I stood up and took Fred's hand, "We're leaving."

He rose from the table and we left the Great Hall. I didn't understand why I was so mad, the relationship was fake and Harry was just looking out for me, right?

But at the same time, I didn't need to be looked out for. I was fourteen and very capable of making my own choices.

Maybe I shouldn't have reacted so violently, but he shouldn't have been so condescending.

And keeping me under control? As if.