Misfit

CHAPTER III

25.04.1999

Over the last week, Hermione tried to avoid the Wizarding World as much as possible, which was quite hard considering that she live in a small village filled with witches and wizards, but she managed to go unnoticed by anyone that knew her well enough to stop her for a chat. She mostly apparated directly into Muggel London if she needed to get anything from the shops, avoiding common wizard places, mostly scared running into one of the Weasley boys - or worse, Molly. As much as she loved the Weasleys she could just not deal with this at the moment. She was losing her mind enough already, without being tortured with questions about her and her life. So she had spent an entire week without talking to anyone. Hermione knew that it was unhealthy and everybody needed social engagements, but as for now, Hermione thought she was better off without it. It's been a week since she bumped into Ginny and ever since she had been bombarded with letters by all her friends and the Weasley family. Hermione is just glad that she limited the access to her floo network and non of them actually knew where she lived. She never got around to tell them. A small part of her feels bad for shutting everyone out, but she convices herself that they will move on at one point. They will get over it and continue like she'd never been a part of their life.

A knocking on the door, pulled her from her thoughts and with a sigh she gets up, wondering who would bother her on a Sunday evening. She never gets visitors. Never. Once her landlord showed up, to check up on her, being worried about the young witch, but that was it. With her wand drawn she moves towards the door, not bothered to cast a spell to see who it was, but as soon as she opened the door to great whoever was on the other side, she wish she would have checked. A shocked Hermione, trying to shut the door quickly is standing opposite of infamous Fred and George Weasley, trying to cover up their own shock, with mischevious grins and before the door could close George put his foot inbetween it and the door frame, making Hermione groan in frustration. She opened the door a bit wider, but not wide enought for them to have a look into her flat or worse, step inside.

"What do you want?", she almost growls at them, making them exchange a look.

"Well, since you're asking so nicely, our lovely Hermione, -", George starts it off and Hermione already knew to prepare herself for them to finish each other sentences for the rest of this conversation, praying to Merlin that it won't last long.

"We just bought the commercial shop properties-"

"On the ground and first floor-"

"Of this lovely building-"

"And the landlord told us-"

"That there is two sets of flats above it-"

"But one was already rented, so-"

"We rented the other one-"

"And decided to meet our new neighbour", George ends this impressive, yet a tiny bit annoying talking he does with his twin.

"Great. Well done for you guys, you met me, you know me. Now, if you don't mind leaving, I'm busy", Hermione says, ready to close the door, but George wouldn't budge.

"Busy? Doing what?", Fred jokes, probably trying to lighten the mood, but Hermiones eyes turn into thin slits, and she is shooting daggers at Fred, that scare him a tiny bit - he would never admit that though. His grin is wiped off his face withing seconds.

"Look, I didn't mean it, Hermione", he apologises quickly, but Hermione wouldn't let him off that easily.

"If you must know - not that it is any of your business - I was reading a book. Now is there anything else you want to say? Because if not, I'd very much like to go back to my book now", she says with a calm voice. Almost too calm for the twins liking.

"One more question, then we will be leaving."

"Are you coming to Hogwarts next sunday?", Fred asks and within a second Hermione raises her wand up to his face, pointing it between him and George.

"You have exactly two seconds, to get your foot out of my door and leave, before I will hex you, do you understand?", she threatens them and to her liking George takes his foot out and she bangs the door right in their faces, leaning against it while muttering some charms to lock it up.

"I take that as a no, Freddie", Hermione hears from the other side of the door.

"This is going to be interesting, with us living above her, as well as our joke shop downstairs. We're lucky if she doesn't kill us. I didn't survive a bloody war for being killed by someone who I don't even stand a chance against." The faint voices carrying down the hallway as they leave her door, Hermione letting out breath she didn't know she was holding. When she thoughts life couldn't get any worse, they Weasley twins decide to move into the exact same building that Hermione was living on. Seems like the odds are not in her favour. First Ginny, now the twins. They will probably run straight to Molly and tell her where she lives and then Hermione won't hear the end of it, when Molly will show up on her doorstep, accusing her of all sort of things, before most probably breaking into tears and hugging Hermione tight to her chest, being her melodramatic self.