Never Is Our Always

Doxy Cleaning Day 5

(Minnie pov)

"Minnie...?" I turn my head and smile awkwardly as I finished buttoning my jeans.

"Yeah?" I ask as Hermione stared at me for a moment before blinking a few times, "what's wrong?"

"I need to talk to a girl, someone who understands," I nod my head as I put my hat on.

"Talk to me, 'Mione," I pat the bed and she locks the door before coming over to sit on the bed.

"It's about-" I put a finger up before waving my wand so the room was muffled and so no one could walk in.

"Go." I smile.

"It's about Ron," she told me, "I..."

"Fancy him but can't because he's your best friend and you're afraid something will happen to your friendship if you told him." I say and she nods.

"I just can't do it," I nod my head, "how did you do it, Alice?" Hermione asked, "how did George become okay with you and Fred?"

I purse my lips and then furrow my eyebrows, "he already knew we liked each other." I answered. "He got it out of me the week before the Yule ball."

"When you and Fred were avoiding each other?" I nod my head, "he seemed miserable when you'd leave or when you wouldn't look at him."

"He was being a prat," I grumbled, "he used Angelina to make me jealous," I said, "I was making friends with others and yeah, Viktor thought I'd be funny if the "redhead funny man" saw me hug him..."

"You were as bad as each other," we both started laughing.

Knock knock knock!

"Hello?!" I roll my eyes as I waved the muffling spell away. "What?" I shouted.

"Can I come into my own room?!" Fred shouts.

"No!" I shouted back.

"Minnie, if you're getting changed I swear to god I don't care!" Fred shouts.

"Hermione's getting changed in here!" I shouted.

"Why?!" Fred shouts back.

"Excuse me a moment," I say as I walked up to the door and unlocked it.

(Hermione pov)

Minnie stuck her head out the door and they started talking, "Fred, we're having girl talk while she's changing in here, it's urgent."

"Babe, I need my wand," he told her, "what are you wearing?"

"Don't you like it?" She replied back and I shake my head at them.

"I love it, you look so good in a waistcoat, but can I have my wand?" She nods and shut the door, locking it as she walked back and shakes her head.

"Idiot," I hear her mutter, grabbing the wand and then going back to the door.

"Fred," she mutters to him, "no, I'm not kissing you— because I have red lipstick on... fine," they kissed before she shut the door again.

"I love your relationship," I smile at Minnie and she fixes her lipstick.

"Me too, but he can be annoying," she replies. "Now, let's talk."

—

As I entered the drawing room, a long, high-ceilinged room on the first floor with olive-green walls covered in dirty tapestries. The carpet exhaled little clouds of dust every time someone put their foot on it and the long, moss-green velvet curtains were buzzing as though swarming with invisible bees.