"Hello, Mrs. Weasley." I said as I stepped into 'The Burrow', which is the Weasley's rickety home, that looked like each room was stacked on top of eachother, about seven floors, I believe.

"Hello, Hermione," Mrs. Weasley said as she hugged me, "Go ahead, come in." She said as she motioned me into the kitchen,

"I already love your home, Mrs. Weasley." I said as I looked around with a smile.

The dishes in the kitchen were cleaning themselves, I'm guessing because they were enchanted. And close to the kitchen was the dining area, a table with nine different seats, and a high, wooden table, with a different shad of brown in every corner, all I could do was smile at this sight.

"Granger's here, George." Fred said as he walked into the kitchen,

"Hello, Hermione," George said with a smirk, "Excited for the Quidditch Cup?"

I was at the Weasley's this year because I was going to attend the Quidditch Cup with them, and I was really excited to be a part of this.

"Yes, I am." I said as I took my shoes off,

"Save a seat beside me." George said with a wink.

I gave him a look that told him not a chance.

"Oh, come on, George! Be polite!" Said Mrs. Weasley as she took my bags.

"You'll be in Ginny's room, Hermione." She said.

"You know who's room is right above that." George said as Mrs. Weasley gave him a look that made him shut his mouth right up.

"The Dark Lord lives upstairs? I'm sorry, George, but that seems impossible." I said smirking.

After Mrs. Weasley walked off, I walked over to George.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you, Weasley!" I said sternly. He just smirked wider.

"I can assure that I'll do the same."

At this comment I turned around, grabbed a sponge that had been cleaning a plate and threw it at him and got him wet.

Fred started laughing, and I smirked a little and walked away proudly. I walked to the stairs that twisted around, somewhat like the stairs on the way to my dormitory, until I finally found Ginny's room,

"Hey, Hermione." She said as she got off her bed,

"This is my room, it's not much." I thought it was really cool, it had light blue walls, a white comforter on her small bed, posters of Gryffindor on her wall, and a pile of old stuffed animals in a corner, with dark green carpet spread around all the floor. I don't know what she was talking about, it was wonderful, much more interesting than my room.

"You'll be staying here," she said as she pointed at a sleeping bag on the groud,

"Sorry you have to sleep on the floor. My dad found this bag thing from his Muggle artifacts-"

"Sleeping bag, it's called." I said.

"Oh, right." She said as she sat down again,

"I love it, thanks for letting me stay here, Ginny." I said with a smile.

"It's better than being near one of my stupid brothers." She said laughing,

"Especially Fred and George. They've been working on pranks and stuff that will make your hair blue. Loads of rubbish, I really don't know." She said as we both laughed.

"Just, if they offer you anything, say no."

"Aw, no, it's completely harmless." George said as he rested on the side of Ginny's door with his arms crossed, and smirking once more.

"You two are never up to good, George." They may seem all nice and charming and innocent on the outside, but those boys were never up to good.

"Besides, mum says you can't be in a girl's room!" Ginny said.

"I'm not, do I have a foot in your room? No, so therefor, I am not." He said smartly.

"Oh, just go away!" I said as I threw a pillow at him.

"This Granger's got a temper. Looks good on her though.." He said as he smiled and walked off.

"Brothers." Ginny muttered.

I sat there talking to Ginny for about an hour or so, somewhat wondering where Ron was, and couldn't believe I hadn't seen him yet, until I heard the door open.

"Hermione!" He said as he came through the door with Percy.

"When did you get here?" He said as he and Percy walked through the kitchen and into the living room, where I was now sitting.

"About two hours ago."

"And she's already hit George twice." Fred said, laughing,

"Fred means I threw a sponge-"

"A wet sponge."

"Because George was flirting with me."

"Don't forget the pillow." I looked at Fred, with the look Mrs. Weasley gave George earlier and he instantly stopped talking,

"Ladies' man, Miss Granger." George said, crossing his arms,

"Oh, puh-lease." I said as I rolled my eyes,

"Where were you?" I asked, turning back at Ron.

"Percy wanted to take me to the Ministry to meet Mr. Barty Crouch. He practically dragged me out there." He said as he sat on the couch beside me.

"Do you know if Harry's going to come to the Cup with us?" I asked him.

"I sent him a letter through Muggle mail, I hope I sent it correctly."

"How'd you send it?" I asked, for I lived with my Muggle parents, and knew how to send letters.

"We put our address, I believe, and his, and put those sticker things-"

"Stamps."

"Right. Well we put maybe twenty on the envelope." He said as I put my hand on my forehead laughing my head off.

"What?" He asked confused.

"Nothing, nothing." I said as I turned away, laughing again.

It was delightful being with the Weasley's with Mrs. Weasley's home cooked meals, and the arguments that they had were quite amusing.

And Mr. Weasley asking me about many things in the Muggle world, asking about rubber ducks and stuff, which was very hard to explain, but I'd hope he'd ask Harry these questions when, and if, he came.

One of the odd things, though, was George, he always asked me if I was okay whenever the Weasleys argued, usually Fred and Percy, Fred yelling at him to not boss him around, which usually led to Mrs Weasley intervening and sending them both in their rooms, and quiet mutters under her breath, most of which were very funny. George would also sit closer to me than usual.

He would smile at me every time I came into contact with him, which, of course, had to be followed by a wink.

The weird thing, however, was that I enjoyed it.

He said he wouldn't prank me anymore while I was visiting after he made me have a duck beak after taking a bite into this soup he made for me, which I had thought was sweet at first.

I believe he was just joking when he said that. I hoped he wasn't joking, at least, because if he did it again, I'd smack him. Harsh, no, I'll smack him any day, after smacking Malfoy, I quite enjoyed it.

Fred would try and persuade him into pulling a prank on me, but George refused.

I loved it when George would look at me and smile.

But I didn't think much of it, though, I've known George for four years now, I knew what he was capable of.

I just decided to ignore it, because I could easily have been mistaken. Because he still joked around with me, which sometimes was funny, and sometimes it was annoying and very misleading.

But when George and Fred messed with me, Mr Weasley let me boss them around a few times, because she said that I was mature and trustworthy enough.

Mrs. Weasley and I had fun messing with the boys for the next few days, it was much more fun with the Weasleys the last few days than it had ever been at my house, for I was an only child, and my parents were often at the dentists' office, working.

It was about two days until we got a letter back from Harry.

He had said that, after a lot of persuading his aunt and uncle, he was given permission to go to the Quidditch World Cup.

Mr Weasley had said he'd pick Harry up, so he, along with Ron, Fred, and George, were to go to the Dursley's house by the Floo Network.

The night before they left, we had supper, made specially by Mrs Weasley. Too bad most of it didn't make it into our mouths.

"Miss me while I'm gone, Grangey?" George asked as he sat beside me at the dinner table.

I smiled kindly and replied, "Yes, I will. Because two hours is such a long time." I said sarcastically.

"Well, I'll miss you." He said, taking a bite of chicken.

"Aw, Georgie can't last a couple hours without Granger." Fred said jokingly.

George threw his piece of chicken at Fred, who threw his mashed potatoes at him.

And before I knew it, food was flying from one end to the other. I know I should've helped stop it, but all I could do was laugh.

"Boys! Boys! Stop it now!" Mrs Weasley yelled. But to her dismay, no one obeyed her.

George had a beard made out of mashed potatoes. He quickly looked at me while I was laughing until my sides hurt.

"Like my beard?" He said with a friendly smile.

"It's cute." I said happily.

"Want one?" And before I could say anything, a glob of mashed potatoes came hurdling at my face and hit me on the face.

"Oh you're getting it!" I screamed, taking my bowl of soup and pouring it over his head.

He looked at me with a smile and said, "Hey!" And he grabbed me by the waist and said, "Nice one." I gave him a hug, just to grab yet another glob of potatoes and before I could do anything, he grabbed my wrist, with a full knowledge of what I was going to do.

"Told you I'd keep an eye on you." He said softly.

I looked at him and started laughing.

We continued to throw food at each other until Mrs Weasley had had enough and she made us clean it up.

Once I got done scrubbing the floor, George turned to me and said,

"You're gonna make a great prankster."

And to his word, I squeezed the rag on his head and said,

"You know it."

I wasn't too happy that the fun had ended, but the boys had to pick Harry up tomorrow, by Floo Powder.

I knew Floo Powder would freak out the Dursleys, first of all, it transports you into a fireplace, which would freak an unknowing Muggle out.

Second, the Dursleys were not very fond of wizards at all, after Hagrid took Harry from them when he broke into their home and scared them with his tall and wide stature when Harry was eleven.

Or the next year when Ron, Fred, and George broke Harry out of the Dursley's home.

However, I didn't mention this to them, which I probably should have.

I could have guessed that Fred and George, being their mischievous selves, would take one of their inventions to use on Harry's cousin, Dudley, for he was always awful to Harry, and they didn't like him very much. This would make Mrs. Weasley furious, but that hadn't stopped them before.

Mrs. Weasley didn't like their inventions that they had been creating up in their room, making many noises. She took most of their inventions away, but by what happened when they got to the Dursley's, she didn't get all of them...

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Hello! This is my first chapter for the George and Hermione story, and I know it has started off slow, but I can almost guarantee that there is going to be a lot going on for Hermione and George.

Hermione's getting suspicious of George's behavior, and George is getting suspicious of his behavior towards Hermione as well.

Could he possibly like Hermione? He didn't want to think of the thought, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking about it.

This will lead to a wonderful and, of course, magical story for the two, and I do hope you enjoy it! Thank you for reading. -HufflepuffQuidditch1

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