Find me, Help me, Marry me
Hermione sat in between George's legs, and he wrapped his arms around her. "Happy Anniversary," he whispered in her ear.
Hermione squeezed his hands and leaned back, forcing him to lie down. "Six years; can you believe it?"
George shifted so he was beside her, one arm around her waist. "No," he said, feeling Hermione wrap her arms around his hard waist and rest her head on his chest,
They looked up at the dark sky, which had been free of the doom impending Dark Mark for 5 years now. Harry had finally defeated Voldemort in the Final Battle with Neville's help. The happiest memory that Harry had from that day was seeing Sirius, Lily and James again, but he refused to tell anyone about it and George and Hermione didn't pressure him. They knew it was something that they wouldn't want to share either.
Hermione and George sat for a couple hours, watching the stars, occasionally kissing. But the kisses Hermione gave were soft and lingering, making George want more. He pulled her on top of him and kissed her hard. His tongue begged for entry and once she granted it, he took over, rolling on top of her, letting his mind go and his body take control. They bother pulled away before it went too far, somewhere they hadn't gone before.
"What would I do without you?" George whispered into Hermione's hair. But she didn't answer; she was fast asleep. George chuckled as he picked her up bridal- style. He put her into her bed and she immediately curled up on her side. After kissing her head softly, he slowly crept to his room, not wanting to disturb the house.
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George sat on the edge of his bed, looking at the velvety blue box in his hand. He hadn't gotten any sleep last. He kept tossing and turning with the weight of his decision.
He knew he wanted to marry Hermione, he had known for a while now- almost two years. But he knew she had reservations about marriage in general after the painful divorce her parents went through in her seventh year.
He sighed, putting the ring back into his beside table drawer, before lying down. Closing his eyes, he could still remember the first time he had asked Hermione out.
George tapped the back of the one eye witch, muttering, "Dissendium." He knew exactly what he was going to do, why he was doing it and how he was doing it.
He pushed open the door and leaped out, his feet landing softly on the Hogwarts floor. It was 11:30 at night; she would be studying for the N.E.W.Ts right about now. He crept to the seventh floor, thanking all higher beings that the Fat Lady was awake. "Weasley, back again?" she asked. He just winked at her.
Her bushy brown hair was beginning to frizz with the moisture in the air, her nose close to the page as she tried to read with heavy lidded eyes.
Silently, he walked up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Hello Mione."
"George," she replied with out looking up.
"How did you know it was me?"
He felt her shrug. "It's 11:30 at night," he continued. "You shouldn't be up."
"It's Sunday night, you shouldn't even be here."
"Touché." He sat down beside her, peering at her work. "Arithmancy?"
She nodded. "I can't get this one problem." She pointed to a particular problem near the bottom of the page.
He looked at it, solving it in his head. Arithmancy had always been one of his best subjects; he had a keenness for it. "Well, if you replace this with this…"
"You get… Oh! I never thought of it that way." (A/N I have no idea what in the heck is Arithmancy so I'm going to assume it's some sort of math thing. If it isn't, oh well, the thing you need to know is that he's good with it.)
"Most people don't. Tired?" he asked when she yawned and rubbed her eyes. She nodded. "Well before I let you sleep, I have a question to ask of you."
"At 11:45? Can't it wait until tomorrow?"
"No because tomorrow I won't be able to leave WWW. Fred will be out with Mum and Angelina."
"Okay, ask away."
"I know I should have asked this of you when I first wanted to, say about two years ago but- wait, you don't have a boyfriend do you?"
"No," she said suspiciously.
"Okay, well I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me?"
"I'd love to George," Hermione squealed.
"Really?" he confirmed, grinning.
"Yes, but I can't right now. I'd just ignore you in the wake of the N.E.W.Ts or you would distract. And then, my parents want to spend time with me over the summer. Maybe the end of summer?"
George's grin faded a bit. "That's okay. I can wait."
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Hermione sat up straight, bothered by the sun on her face. Since when was grass so comfortable? She looked down. If she was on her bed, that means she had fallen asleep on George… again.
She got up and padded towards her boyfriend's room. Normally he would be staying at his flat, but Mrs Weasley had invited her family, Harry and Hermione and their significant others and kids in some cases to stay at the Burrow.
She opened the door and saw George lying on his bed with his eyes closed but she could tell he wasn't asleep. "George?" she asked quietly. She came around to the other side of the bed and climbed in.
"Hello Hermione," he said, snaking an arm around her waist.
"I'm sorry for falling asleep on you," she said into his shoulder.
He chuckled. "That's quite alright, love. You were tired."
She nodded. Hermione sat up, pulling George's head into her lap. She started running her fingers through the carrot-coloured hair. He grinned, enjoying the feeling of her dainty fingers on his scalp.
Someone knocked on the door. "Breakfast in ten minutes," Molly called.
"Okay Mum."
They heard her walk away and Hermione hugged George. "You are perfect. Did you know that?"
"Yes," he said cheekily.
She swatted him.
"I meant, you are too."
They sat in silence, each thinking of a different thing. George was pondering on how to propose. Hermione was remembering their first date, August 30th.
George smiled at her- again.
"What is it George?" she sighed as they walked outside the Burrow.
"What is what?"
"Why do you keep smiling at me?"
"Oh, I just can't believe you're going out with me."
"Why not?"
"Because you're Hermione Granger, the smartest with this side of London, bookworm extraordinaire, beautiful, kind, all around awesome woman and you're going out with me, George Weasley, prankster."
Hermione reached for his hand. "George, don't sell yourself short and I'm not everything you make me out to be."
"You're right, you're more."
"George…"
"No Hermione, I'm serious. You're perfect. Maybe I shouldn't have asked you out. I won't be able to meet your expectations."
Hermione was shocked. This self-doubting George was not the one she knew. It was the confident one she liked. "George, you can meet my expectations by being yourself."
They Apparated to Hogsmeade, and visited their friend Rosmerta at her pub The Three Broomsticks.
"Two Butterbeers," George said, handing over 11 Sickles.
"So how are Weasley Wizarding Wheezes these days?" Hermione asked while waiting.
"Good actually, but we're kind of stuck on this one product. We're calling it a Remembering Heart. It's not really a prank but I thought it was a cool idea. It's supposed to make you remember you significant other when you touch it. It's a necklace but we haven't figured out what spell to use."
"I'm sure I've read something that could help. I'll go back and checked. Maybe you need a photo or something for a connection."
George grinned. "Thanks."
George and Hermione go dressed and went down to breakfast hand in hand. They sat down beside each other and Molly immediately began piling their plates with pancakes, bacon, sausage and toast. Hermione looked around the kitchen table. The whole Weasley family was there: Bill, his wife Selene, Charlie, his wife Christy, Arthur, Molly, Fred, George, Ron and his girlfriend Jessica, and Ginny along with Harry and Angelina.
Suddenly, Fred stood up and held his hand out towards Angelina. She smiled and took it, standing. "Family," Fred said, raising his voice slightly. The people quieted down. "Angelina and I have an announcement to make." He let go of her left hand. All could plainly see the diamond on Angelina's ring finger. "We are getting married!"
Everybody pushed back their chairs and mobbed the happy couple, crushing them in hugs and congratulations. Only George remained apart, feeling betrayed.