No one felt like continuing the game after that, so they all climbed into their sleeping bags.
Hermione lay twisting and turning the night away, alone with her thoughts.
Oh well, there's no use hiding it anymore, Hermione thought. The other girls will tell everyone soon enough.
She got up silently, and whispered "Alohomora." A drawer under her bed sprang open, and she began to take out what was in the drawer. She looked at each item, and carefully placed each one on her dresser. The last item, she unfolded carefully. She stared at it for a long time, before folding it again and leaving it on the foot of her bed, for the next day.
All the Gryfindors were in the common room the next morning, listening to all the girls but Hermione and Ginny relate what had happened the night before.
Fred, who had been sitting with Angelina, was blushing so deeply, his hair seemed to pale in comparison.
"All this time, and she never even told us." Ron spat bitterly.
"Well, of course she wouldn't have told you, you're his brother. I can't understand why she didn't tell me!" Harry said.
"I can't believe she would do something like that to me." Ginny was still sniffling slightly.
Harry was about to comfort her, when...
"Ahem."
Hermione was standing at the foot of the stairs that led up to the girl's dormitories.
She wasn't wearing her normal school robes, as it was Sunday morning. She was wearing a pair of baggy jeans which were obviously very broken in. Her hair was in a ponytail for the first time many had seen. Her shirt was black, also obviously old, but it looked brand new, like it had been locked in a dark closet for a few years, only taken out a few times. Which, of course, it had been. On her shirt were only two words: Limp Bizkit.
"Erm, well, I guess they already told you what happened, and, well, I guess I can't hide it anymore. I love Fre-"
Fred made a strangled noise, and buried his face in his hands. His face, if possible, had turned even darker red than before, and Angelina was looking very uncomfortable.
Hermione looked at him strangely, then her eyes opened wide. She opened her mouth and did the last thing anyone expected.
She laughed.
"Stop that!" Ginny exploded angrily. "This is not funny!"
"Oh but it is!" Hermione said, still laughing. "You thought I liked Fred? Your Fred? Your brother? Fred Weasley?"
"Well you said Fred, didn't you?!?" Ginny snapped.
"Fred Durst, Ginny."
"Who?"
"Fred Durst is a singer in the band Limp Bizkit. A Muggle band I listen to." She turned around so they could see the back of her shirt. A picture of someone who, everyone supposed, was Fred Durst was on the back.
"So...that's who you have a crush on?" Lavender asked. "Fred Durst?"
"Yep."
"Not Fred Weasly?"
"No!" Hermione responded
"Not even a tiny one?" Fred piped up.
"No, that would be like having a crush on Harry. It would be too creepy." She shuddered.
That night, all was well in Gryffindor Tower once again.
"You know Hermione, you really scared us for a while." Parvati said, climbing into her bed.
"I can't believe you actually thought I liked Fred." Hermione laughed.
It wasn't until she was sure everyone else in the room was asleep that she unlocked a different, smaller drawer under her bed.
Taking out a small notebook, she started writing.
Dear Diary,
What a mess! Everyone thought I liked
Fred Weasley! That, if nothing else, is
One good reason why you should never
Have butterbeer at a sleep over...
She paused, her pen poised over the page, before continuing.
Everyone knows George is cuter anyway.
With that, she snapped the book shut, replaced it in the drawer, and fell asleep, a small smile fighting it's way onto her face.
Hermione lay twisting and turning the night away, alone with her thoughts.
Oh well, there's no use hiding it anymore, Hermione thought. The other girls will tell everyone soon enough.
She got up silently, and whispered "Alohomora." A drawer under her bed sprang open, and she began to take out what was in the drawer. She looked at each item, and carefully placed each one on her dresser. The last item, she unfolded carefully. She stared at it for a long time, before folding it again and leaving it on the foot of her bed, for the next day.
All the Gryfindors were in the common room the next morning, listening to all the girls but Hermione and Ginny relate what had happened the night before.
Fred, who had been sitting with Angelina, was blushing so deeply, his hair seemed to pale in comparison.
"All this time, and she never even told us." Ron spat bitterly.
"Well, of course she wouldn't have told you, you're his brother. I can't understand why she didn't tell me!" Harry said.
"I can't believe she would do something like that to me." Ginny was still sniffling slightly.
Harry was about to comfort her, when...
"Ahem."
Hermione was standing at the foot of the stairs that led up to the girl's dormitories.
She wasn't wearing her normal school robes, as it was Sunday morning. She was wearing a pair of baggy jeans which were obviously very broken in. Her hair was in a ponytail for the first time many had seen. Her shirt was black, also obviously old, but it looked brand new, like it had been locked in a dark closet for a few years, only taken out a few times. Which, of course, it had been. On her shirt were only two words: Limp Bizkit.
"Erm, well, I guess they already told you what happened, and, well, I guess I can't hide it anymore. I love Fre-"
Fred made a strangled noise, and buried his face in his hands. His face, if possible, had turned even darker red than before, and Angelina was looking very uncomfortable.
Hermione looked at him strangely, then her eyes opened wide. She opened her mouth and did the last thing anyone expected.
She laughed.
"Stop that!" Ginny exploded angrily. "This is not funny!"
"Oh but it is!" Hermione said, still laughing. "You thought I liked Fred? Your Fred? Your brother? Fred Weasley?"
"Well you said Fred, didn't you?!?" Ginny snapped.
"Fred Durst, Ginny."
"Who?"
"Fred Durst is a singer in the band Limp Bizkit. A Muggle band I listen to." She turned around so they could see the back of her shirt. A picture of someone who, everyone supposed, was Fred Durst was on the back.
"So...that's who you have a crush on?" Lavender asked. "Fred Durst?"
"Yep."
"Not Fred Weasly?"
"No!" Hermione responded
"Not even a tiny one?" Fred piped up.
"No, that would be like having a crush on Harry. It would be too creepy." She shuddered.
That night, all was well in Gryffindor Tower once again.
"You know Hermione, you really scared us for a while." Parvati said, climbing into her bed.
"I can't believe you actually thought I liked Fred." Hermione laughed.
It wasn't until she was sure everyone else in the room was asleep that she unlocked a different, smaller drawer under her bed.
Taking out a small notebook, she started writing.
Dear Diary,
What a mess! Everyone thought I liked
Fred Weasley! That, if nothing else, is
One good reason why you should never
Have butterbeer at a sleep over...
She paused, her pen poised over the page, before continuing.
Everyone knows George is cuter anyway.
With that, she snapped the book shut, replaced it in the drawer, and fell asleep, a small smile fighting it's way onto her face.