01.08.14
It had been a year and Hermione was fucking tired of it. Tired of George. Tired of his moaning. Tired of he's random fits of drunkenness. Whenever she tried to cheer him up or convince him to go to his job he would moan, or even sometimes cry, about how he couldn't go on without Fred and after a year of it Hermione was just about done with it.
So done in fact that she vowed to him that she would never stay at his flat again. She ignored his protests as she packed up her toothbrush and a few clothes she kept there, just in case, and headed over to her own flat.
It was a cozy little flat that she had originally shared with Ginny, who had moved out opting to stay with Harry, and now it seemed empty to Hermione. Perhaps that is why she had stayed so many nights at George's despite everything.
After searching her cupboards, she came across a lone bottle of red wine and, after thanking her lucky stars, she settled down with a glass and a book to take her mind off things.
She had just started the second chapter when the phone rang. With a small sigh, she put down the book and picked up the book.
"Hermione Granger speaking."
She always answered the phone this way no matter where she was.
"Come back, Her-herminny-her-" she could hear the slur and the waver and before he could get any father she cut him off.
"Are you drunk again George?"
"NO!"
She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes allowing herself to count to ten before responding. "Call me when you're sober, okay?"
She hung up before he could say anything and resumed her reading. Not two more chapters in and this happened again this time with George actually being able to form a semi-coherent sentence: "the fireworks are beautiful. Come watch them Herminny?"
"Goodnight George," she sighed hanging up and once again resuming her reading. Not less than two minutes later, the phone rang again.
"For crying out loud!" She shouted slamming down her book and picking up the phone. "What George?!"
"I'm drunk with German diplomats. Come over, now."
She listened to the dial tone that signalled he had ended the call. Finally, she sighed and decided to pop over just to make sure he was all right.
The faint sucking and swirling of apparating lasted only a minute before she opened her eyes to see the familiar bedroom of George Weasley's flat.
"George?" She called, not seeing him anywhere. "George, where are you?"
"Herminny?" His happy voice called. "Is that you?"
"Yes it's Hermione."
"Hurry Herminny, come here!"
"Where's here?"
"The bathroom! Hurry!"
She rushed to the bathroom, wondering what mayhem she would find him in only to stop when she saw him sitting in the bathtub staring down in awe.
"George?" She said cautiously taking a step forward.
He looked up, the awe never leaving his face. "The bubbles in my bathtub are singing to me."
"Oh George," she said rushing forward to get him out of the bathtub. She stopped when she saw that he was sitting full out naked in a pile of brown stuff.
"George," she said wrinkling her nose as a hundred different thoughts flashed through her brain.
"What is that?"
"Chocolate mousse. The moose fairy dropped it off for me," he said grinning up at her happily.
"Oh Merlin you idiot," she breathed and his face turned from happy to offended.
"I don't know what you called me, and neither does my translation spell, but you better take it back."
"But I guess you're my idiot, aren't you?"
