Fed Up Thinking About You

A/N: I know I had another story up by this name but I was 'fed up' with it. It was lame (like that joke I just made) and I hated the pairing. So I have revamped it and changed the pairing to something I actually like. Btw, this chapter is dedicated to my best friend 'Katya Black et Rachel Lupin' which includes our joint story 'The Blonde, The Wanna-Be, The Crazy Black Girl, and the spectators'. Check it out and enjoy.

Disclaimer: If I was the great J.K. Rowling-the books would be a whole lot dirtier. ;-)

-Chapter One

'Try to look me in the eye
and see into my soul
because until you look up
from that hard cold floor,
you will never know
how much I love you so.'

It started out just like every other summer morning.

"Fredrik George Weasley and George Fredrik Weasley get down here this instant or so help me!" screamed an irate Molly Weasley.

Fred mumbled something incoherent as George proceeded to fall off of his bed in a mass of blankets and flailing limbs.

"Coming mum," George said as he finally got himself untangled from his sheets. 'Hm, now why are we up so bloody early this morning?' George thought to himself. He stood up and stretched and in doing so, smacking Fred soundly upside his snoring head.

"Oy, five more minutes!" Fred yelled thoroughly agitated.

"Can't, I think we're going somewhere. I just can't seem to remember." George said scratching his exposed stomach and walking toward his dresser.

"Oh yeah, aren't we meeting Hermione in Diagon Alley for school things? I can't believe mum is making us take our final year again, like we need it." Fred muttered walking towards the bathroom.

George stopped mid-step. 'That's what today was.' He mentally smacked himself. 'How could you forget you dolt. You've only been thinking about it since Ickle Ronniekins told you about it.'

Finally able to function again he picked out a red t-shirt and jeans. 'Hm, didn't Hermione say something about red bring out my eyes? Ah, I hope it doesn't look like I'm trying to hard. Is it so hard to pick out a simple outfit?'

Zipping up his fly, he and Fred made it downstairs before Mrs. Weasley couldn't finish screaming, "If you two don't get down here I'm going to-"

"What mum, hang us by our toes?" Fred mused, piling eggs and sausage on his plate.

"Chain us in the basement with the spiders?" George countered smiling as he reached for the butter.

"Never you mind. Hurry up now, we're supposed to meet Hermione at eleven and we don't want the poor dear waiting."

"Oh no, we couldn't have that, she might actually get some shopping done! Oh the horror," Fred said as George pretended to faint.

"Why armh youf comingh anywauh?" Ron said through a mouthful of eggs. (Why are you coming anyway?-if you couldn't already tell.)

"Ronald. Manners, you're not three." Mrs. Weasley scolded.

"Ickle Ronniekins," Fred said shaking his head in mock disappointment, "Can you not remember that dear old mum is making us finish our last year with you squirts?"

"With us, as in Harry, Hermione, Ginny and me?" Ron said finally swallowing.

"No with Percy, Bill, and Charlie." George said. "Yes you lot. What other school have we been going to that would confuse you?"

Ron glared at his brothers and shoved another sausage in his mouth.

"Morning," Ginny said brightly as she entered the kitchen. "When are we leaving again mum?"

"Ginny, for the last time, perk it down, please." Fred said as if it pained him.

Ginny was about to pull out her wand when Mrs. Weasley answered. "There's no need for that, we'll be leaving as soon as you lot finish breakfast. So hurry up then."

"I can't wait to see Hermione," Ginny said while buttering her toast. "I feel like I haven't seen her in ages."

"You wrote her a letter last night." Ron pointed out, a rare moment as he had no food in his mouth.

"Yes I wrote her, but I haven't seen her, two completely different things. Besides I want to see how she looks, if she's changed, talk to her face to face." Ginny said pointedly.

"What do you mean changed? Who could change after two months?" George said in a would-be casual voice.

Ginny raised an eyebrow and Ron seemed oblivious to the world.

"Well, look at Ron." Ginny said. "He's grown at least another inch and his hair is a bit longer, so I was just wondering what Hermione will look like. For all we know she could have dyed her hair black and started wearing tube tops and mini skirts."

George made the mistake of picturing Hermione in fish nets, a mini skirt and a tube top. A smile played at the corners of his mouth, but he noticed Ginny looking at him funny and immediately shook his head to get the provocative picture out of his mind.

"You lot ready yet?" Mrs. Weasley said from the stove. She was met with a chorus of, "Yes mum's," and they were on their way.

George grabbed a handful of floo powder and stepped into the fire place. 'Wonder if she has changed.'

"Diagon Alley."

Hermione's Room (a week or two later)

Hermione crouched behind a pair of bushes.

'Now what is she doing out here with him? I though her and Oliver Wood had something?' Hermione thought to her self as she watched Katie Bell meet someone outside the grounds of Hogwarts.

'That better not be who I think it is… Shit! It is. Damn it George, I thought you have given up on her. Ugh, you lied to me, you arse wipe.' Hermione though bitterly as she watched George and Katie walk around the lake holding hands.

'Please don't kiss her George, please.' Hermione muttered quietly to herself. It was too late.

Hermione's mouth dropped. Livid thoughts ran through her mind. She had no more control over herself, she could not help herself, and she had to say something.

"George stop, I love you!"

"Hermione, what did you say? Are you awake yet dear?" her mother called from down the stairs.

It was all a dream.

"Say wha-?" Hermione asked groggily.

"You were screaming about something dear. So are you up yet?" her mother asked as she was walking up the stairs.

Sigh. "Yes mum, I'm up, you hear me talking to you don't you?" Hermione asked as she walked toward her closet.

"Well okay, it's almost ten thirty, when are you going to meet the Weasley's in Diagon Alley?" her mother asked through the closed door.

"Oh, right, I nearly forgot. I think around eleven-ish." Hermione replied as she looked for a skirt and a cute top, momentarily wondering which colour George liked better, blue or green.

"Okay then hurry up and get dressed, we should be leaving soon."

"Okay mum, be down in thirty."

Hermione finally chose a long flowing white skirt, a baby blue lace Cami, and a pair of tan goliath sandals. She vaguely remembered George mentioning that blue was his favourite colour last summer. Or was it Fred?

"Ugh, my hair looks horrible! Hmm, a sloppy ponytail always seems to work well." Hermione thought aloud.

She put on a touch of mascara and blush and met her parents downstairs.

"Okay, let's go." Hermione said with a smile on her face.

'I wonder what George will say…'

tbc