Impossible Possibilities

Chapter 13

Year 2 Chapter 13:

*Hermione’s Point of View*

          I sighed as Harry didn’t respond to my letter. Of course I knew why he didn’t respond but still, it worried me. What if Ron, Fred, and George didn’t go in time? Well, I would know since I’m staying at the Burrow.

          Ron grumbled as he dramatically stalked into the living room and flopped on the couch. I rolled my eyes at his childish instincts, “What are you doing?”

          “I am doing nothing,” He dramatically cried as he flipped away from me so I couldn’t see him. I sighed as I threw my letter on the side table.

          “You are doing nothing but wallowing in your own self-pity?” I asked innocently and I saw his head nod.

          “Yes, I am doing nothing but- hey, that’s not true!” He protested and I grinned.

          “Actually, you did admit to it,” I laughed. He groaned as he stuffed his head into his pillow. I really liked this.

          “Whatever,” Ron grumbled as he stalked away. I rolled my eyes as I pulled out the newest Barbra Hill’s book “You and I”… Isn’t that what I told to Quirell was in the Mirror of Erised? Whatever…

          “HERMIONE,” Fred called as he trampled down the stairs and hid behind the couch, “Okay if Ginny comes down I’m not here okay?” I rolled my eyes and went back to reading.

          A few seconds later a fuming Ginny Weasley stormed down the stairs, “Fred Weasley I am going to murder you!”

          “My last name isn’t an insult since it’s yours too!” Fred called but then realized his mistake and spoke a word that I would never say. I rolled my eyes but hid behind my book.

          Ginny stormed behind the couch and grabbed hold of Fred’s shirt front and pulled him down so she could stare ‘intimidatingly’ at him, “What were you thinking?”

          Fred chuckled, “That isn’t intimidating little sister,”

          “You’re acting a lot like a little brother, idiot,” She snarled I looked up from my book and furrowed my eyebrows. What were they fighting about this time?

          “Why are you two cranked up this time?”

          “I AM NOT CRANKED UP,” Ginny hissed.

          “Okay, Fred how did you crank her up this time?” Fred grinned.

          “I might have,”

          “MIGHT HAVE? YOU DID,” Ginny screamed in his face and I winced. Ouch.

          “Well I thought it would be funny to destroy her favorite jumper,” Fred cautiously spoke as he stared at Ginny.

          I snapped my book closed and sighed as I wrenched Ginny’s grip away from Fred. Before he straightened out I whacked him on the head with my book.

          “OW, that hurt!”

          “Don’t destroy things, get your mother to fix it,” I ordered before sitting back down and propping my legs up on the couch. I started to read again.

          After a while Fred sat down at the edge of the couch and I moved my legs so he wasn’t sitting on them, “Hey Hermione,”

          “Yes?”

          “Well, George, Ron, and I are going to rescue Harry tonight and I thought that I’d ask if you wanted to come,” Fred cautiously asked and I rolled my eyes.

          “How will you be saving him?”

          “We’re going to drive the flying car,” I rested my book on my stomach.

          “Well, I’m not going to rat you out but I’m not coming,” I spoke matter of factly. I’m not getting in trouble with Mrs. Weasley, in fourth year she didn’t like me.

          “Why not?”

          “I may have gotten in trouble in the past but I don’t look for it with open arms,” I stormed away from him (Hiding my grin) so he wouldn’t ask any more questions. I could hear his groan of annoyance and I couldn’t hear anything else.

*Fred’s Point of View*

(Gasp! A Change!)

          I groaned as I made my way sulkily up the stairs. If I would have just left it at no then maybe I would still be talking to her! Why did I care anyways? It’s not like I liked her or something…

          I entered my room and George looked up quickly. He was editing the newest product we’re making. I groaned dramatically as I flopped onto my bed, face first.

          “Something you want to tell me?”

          “Nwehih,” I grumbled.

          “I’m sorry?” I lifted my head from the blankets, eyes closed.

          “No,” I flopped back on the bed.

          “It’s okay, I already know you like Hermione,” I quickly got up.

          “I don’t like her; she’s two years younger than me and a second year. And she’s Ron’s best friend,” George rolled his eyes.

          “She’s actually always on edge with Ron, if you didn’t notice. I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t like Ron very much. Also, two years isn’t that much. Mum and dad are four years apart, and we were second years before,” I groaned.

          Maybe I did like her.

          “How do you know these things?”

          “I must say,” George flipped his hair out of his eyes, “I’m a genius,”

          “If you’re a genius then I am too because I am your twin brother,” I smartly replied and George rolled his eyes.

          “I guess that’s fine, and why are you so wound up?”

          “I asked Hermione if she wanted to come with us to get Harry and she said no but then I asked why and she stormed off. If I would have never asked then I would still be talking to her,”

          “You’ve got it bad,” George mumbled, and obviously I wasn’t meant to hear that.

          “I do NOT have it bad,” I snapped.

          “Just keep telling yourself that,”