Granger Danger ⇗ Fred Weasley

Ch. 22: He's Not Him

Ch. 22: He's Not Him

Song For Chapter: The Way I Loved You - Taylor Swift (check out the video on the side, I made it for Elle & Fred [&Henry, poor bloke])

    I clutched the vile of potion in my palm and sighed, knowing that Hermione wanted to talk about what Doctor Dragon had said, but thankfully she knew I was nowhere near the right mood for that conversation. Instead, we arrived back home where Jane was unloading groceries on the counter, I spied a raw chicken, celery, and carrots.

    "Fancy stuff?" I questioned, thinking about what she would be making for dinner.

    Jane nodded with a chuckle. "Yes, Elle. We are having Henry over for dinner tonight, we used to do that all the time - you remember, Hermione?" Jane chuckled, thinking back to memories that I didn't share with the rest of the Granger family. 

    Hermione made a face, obviously not liking those past dinners. "Oh, I remember..." 

    I spared her a questioning brow, but she waved it off, "It's almost four, Elle and I will be upstairs getting ready for dinner - call us if you need anything, mum!" She smiled politely and took my hand, leading me up to our room.

    "So," I prodded once the door to our room was flung shut, "You and Henry, huh?" I tried hard to keep a smirk off my face. 

    Hermione rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "As if - that's not what it was like at all. Truly it was a childish crush, if anything, and he didn't even like me back. I was...," She paused, eyes filled with amusement, "I was an awkward child, if you can believe it."

    "Nooo," I sarcastically objected, earning a soft pillow to the face as Hermione fumed slightly.

    "Shut up, Elle!" She teased lightly, making a smile spread largely on my face. "Huh," Hermione mused to herself, watching me with curious eyes.

    "What?" 

    She waved it off, "Nothing, nothing - that was just the first time I've seen you pull a real smile in a long time." She admitted, brushing herself off as she hopped off her bed and made her way towards our joined closet, pulling it open. 

    I pondered that for a moment. It was true. I had been especially depressed lately, and there was the obvious reason why. Sighing a bit, I let my mind wander to the thought of Henry Ports. He was an attractive, perfectly good-natured guy with a moderate humor that I'd seen.I could even see myself dating him a few years down the road once I got out of Hogwarts. 

    But, he was a dentist.... And, I had to admit. Dentists are slightly creepy. There's just something about them in general. I knew it was stereotypical, and more than likely biased, but they were odd. To me.

    Hermione pulled out a nice cardigan and sun dress for dinner while I yanked a pair of plain jeans and a flannel out, not caring too much for getting all dressed up for our guest. Besides, if Henry was on the level of 'chill' that I'd anticipated, he wouldn't care how Hermione and I looked. 

    I took my sweet time getting myself ready for our guest, and eventually the clock struck five in the afternoon. Hermione spared me an annoyed glance, she had been waiting for me to finish my make-up for the last half hour, but all I was doing was reapplying the same coat of foundation over and over again to keep my hands busy and try not to think of Fred.

    Needless to say, my face felt like a layer of cement had been smothered onto it. 

    "Come on," Hermione huffed out, yanking me out of the vanity seat an pushing me towards the staircase as Dan opened the front door, ushering in a nicely dressed Henry. 'Crap...' I froze, taking in his nice shoes and relaxed tux. 'I'm under dressed...' I turned on my heel half-way up the stairs, but it was too late.