Some fluff.
"George is not a morning person." Ginny said solemnly as they dried the dishes at the
Burrow. Hermione looked at her strangely, "What do you mean, 'not a morning person'?"
"I mean that if you try to wake him up before his biological clock goes off, you get
hexed." "Seriously?" "Seriously." Hermione looked at Ginny again, "why did you bring
that up?" Ginny grinned, "oh, I dunno, maybe I just wanted to give you some facts for
when you two are married..." Ginny said slyly, Hermione whacked Ginny on the arm, "I
told you to quit hinting about that! George and I are in no way romantically involved, and
that's it!" "Right, but at least admit that you like him!"
"I don't like him!"
"Oh! You don't like my brother? You HATE him! Oh you wound me!"
"Oh, shut up, I like him, I just don't LIKE like him..." Hermione said awkwardly.
Ginny raised her eyebrows at Hermione's juvenile term for love.
"Whatever you say..."
"I mean it!"
"Yeah, yeah. Anybody want a peanut?"
"Ginny!!"
"What are you two fighting about? Shoes?"
Hermione whipped around to face George, her face flushing, Ginny smirked.
"Har har, George, I could die from laughing, and no, we were NOT talking about shoes!"
George said heatedly, "Whoa, whoa, Merlin, sorry I asked!"
Hermione sighed, "I'm sorry, George, Ginny here was just jerking my chain..."
George laughed easily, "it's fine, 'Mione, really, I know what it's like..." He said as he
Looked up into her eyes.
Ginny coughed loudly, breaking the moment. "Right, well, I'll just leave you two
lovebirds in peace..."
Ginny said as she walked out into the garden, Hermione glared after her. When she
turned back around she almost fell over, George was a lot closer than he was when she
had turned around, and it was making her all sweaty, and she really hoped that she wasn't
blushing. George was staring intently at her, as if trying to memorize her. Hermione
looked down, not able to stand his gaze. "George?" She asked softly, George looked
startled, as if coming out of a trance, and turned away. "George? Are you okay?" George
shook his head, "What's wrong?" George looked at her, "Hermione, er, you know what
Ginny said? About the lovebirds?" Hermione nodded, George was really close now, and
she was getting sweaty again. "I was wondering if- if you would want to be... Be my
girl?" Hermione gaped at him, "I, er, George, I don't- um, I really- Oh Merlin..."
Hermione said, "Oh, right, okay then, sorry to bother you, I just, I just had to ask..."
George said, turning towards the stairs. Hermione watched him go until he reached the
bottom step, and her mind kicked into action, "Wait a minute, George, I didn't say no."
Hermione said as she swiftly crossed the distance between them, touching his shoulder,
his hair, and finally standing on her toes to kiss him lightly on the lips. When she pulled
away, George had an endearing bewildered look on his face, which slowly broke into a
grin, as he touched his lips.
"Excellent!"