The Art of Unexpected Romances
A Hermione Granger and George Weasley Original
Summary: For four years, Hermione Granger has hidden her large crush on a certain Weasley. She has never forgotten how she felt when she first saw him. He looked right at her, and didn't dare speak to her as anything other than an equal. Her insides squirmed as she realized just how mesmerizing his gaze was.
After that, she continued to see him every now and again. Sometimes strolling through the corridors, sometimes laughing with his brother. Though every time she saw him, she was almost positive he saw her to. For her, it seemed he never quite understood how much she craved to have his perfect blue eyes meet her chocolate brown ones.
What Hermione never knew, was that George Weasley saw her as more than just a book-loving, elf-saving, knowledge-craving kid. She was more- so much more- to him.
Chapter One
Hermione Granger was determined not to let her thoughts show on her face. So what if he was coming over? So what if he was grinning slightly as he approached? She groaned slightly, knowing from past experience that she would get absolutely no work done because she would be too flustered with George Weasley sitting so close she could touch him. Not that she would do something like that.
Calm down, Hermione, she told herself. Don't get excited. But the involuntary action of her lips pulling slightly up at the corners told her she'd be reduced to a giggling schoolgirl before the night was up. George plopped himself down on the opposite side of the couch and smiled (was that nervously?) at her.
"Hey 'Mione," he said. Her eyes grew slightly larger. She was used to admiring him from afar, without anyone knowing. He rarely speaks to her at all and for him to sit beside her for no apparent reason and just start a conversation was enough to make her giggle.
"Hi, George," she smiled back. Don't be stupid. Be calm. He tilted his head in the most adorable way as he looked at what she was reading.
"What do you got there?" he asked. She looked down stupidly at her book.
"A book," she replied with a slight smile. He smirked and said, "I noticed. I meant what's it about?"
"Two teenagers who fall in love, get married, then kill themselves."
He looked reproachfully at her and said, "That doesn't sound like a good story to me."
"No, it is! Romeo and Juliet is a classic! Their families hate each other so their love is forbidden. They fight for it, but in the end, they commit suicide."
"Why would they do that?"
"If you want to find out, you'll have to read it," she said, grinning.
"If this Jomeo and Ruliet is considered a classic, then why have I never heard of it?"
"It's a Muggle classic. Shakespeare."
"Oh," he said. George looked at Hermione. She blushed. "So tell me, Granger. Do you blush like that for every bloke or am I just special?" He winked at her.
"So tell me, Weasley," she said with a sly smile. "Do you flirt like that with every girl or am I just special?" George grinned at her words.
"Yes."
"Yes?" she asked. "Yes what?"
"Yes, you're special." Hermione blushed even deeper at these words and dipped her head.
"I'm not."
"Is that what you really think, Hermione?" George said. His words puzzled her, and caused her to look up. He shook his head slightly. "Don't ever think you're anything less. You're beautiful, smart, talented, and the brightest witch of our age."
"George, stop." He shook his head more firmly.
"No, I think you're beyond special." Hermione, thinking he was just saying these things to make her feel better, looked at him to tell him just that when she paused. His bright blue eyes were staring at her so intensely they made her weak in the knees.
"This might be the first conversation we've had where I'm not telling you off..." Hermione said lightly. "I like talking to you." George smiled. Then his grin widened and he said, "I know. I'm irresistible." He winked at her again. She turned pink and thought, If only you knew.
"So, Granger," he said. "Is it true what everyone says?" Hermione looked up, curious.
"What does everyone say?" George blinked. His ears turned slightly red and he looked around the room. "You know... If it's true you fancy Ron?" Hermione's eyes widened and she gaped at him.
"Excuse me?" she choked out. "Everybody is saying what?" she said more clearly.
George finally looked her again and said, "You mean you didn't know?" She shook her head. "Even Ron thinks so. He's been trying to let you down easy for ages." Hermione was positively gobsmacked. Let her down easy? "Wait, do you not fancy Ron?"
"No! I do not fancy Ronald Weasley!" Hermione shuddered at the thought. Sure, she liked Ron. He was a good friend when he wasn't being an insensitive git, but she never thought about him that way. He was like a brother to her. Him and Harry both. George, on the other hand, had the opposite effect on her. He was funny, kind, brave, and very handsome too. He made her insides squirm whenever he looked at her. Her stomach did somersaults when he smiled and she blushed every time he looked at her.
"If you don't fancy Ron, then who has your heart, Hermione?" George asked, finally resuming their fun conversation. Hermione blushed scarlet and said, "Maybe next time, George."
He grinned and replied, "As long as I'm promised a next time, I'm happy." Hermione giggled. They talked for two more hours before Fred burst through the portrait hole and stole his twin away. With an apologetic smile at Hermione, George climbed the stairs up to his dormitory. Hermione stayed in the common room and barely suppressed the urge to jump up and down squealing in excitement over having an entire conversation with George Weasley!
"So," Fred started. "Granger, eh?"
"Come again?" George replied. "What about Mione?" Fred smirked.
"Oh, so she's Mione now?"
"What are you going on about?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say Georgie had a crush on an ickle fourth year."
"She was sitting by herself. I just thought she looked lonely so I said hello. We ended up talking for a long time. It's no big deal, mate." George was hoping to drop it there but Fred had other ideas. His eyes widened and he groaned, "Oh, God!" George looked up, confused.
"What?" George asked. Fred just stared at him as if he'd just sprouted an extra head.
"You fancy her!" he accused. George's ears turned red in the classic Weasley blush.
"You can't even deny it!" he exclaimed. "You know she fancies Ickle Ronnikins."
"No she doesn't. She told me." George said. "Anyways, I'm tired. Can we just forget it?" Fred shook his head, grinning. George groaned. He wasn't anywhere near hearing the end of this.