Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter books, or the films. This is owned by the AMAZING J.K Rowling. (If I owned the rights, there would DEFINITELY be more of books!

A/N: Hey fiction fans! This is my first fic, and it is a luuurve story between Hermione and George... Here we go, first chapter!

"Fred!" George whispered to his redheaded twin brother from his bed on the other side of the room they shared. Fred mumbled something quietly and rolled over in his own bed, ignoring him.

Slowly, George tiptoed across the room (avoiding the creaky floorboard), and shook Fred who's eyes snapped open as he let out an irritated hiss before sitting up in bed. "What? What could you possibly want this early in the morning?"

George looked over to the window as Fred yawned and did the same. "Look, Fred. A light. Behind the tree." He looked into the eyes of the identical face opposite him and added, "and Hermione's not in her room." The owner of the face look unamused.
"So what? Hermione is probably out for a walk with one of those muggle torches she always seems to have with her. Who cares? Go back to bed, George." Fred moaned to his brother, who pretended to go back to sleep, but actually waited until Fred closed his eyes and gave one final yawn, before slipping on his coat and shoes and leaving Fred asleep, oblivious.

Cautiously, George drew his wand from his pocket and cast a light over the path in front of him, poised and ready to attack any intruder.

However, he did not find any Death Eaters or Dementors, but a sobbing witch leaning against the trunk of a tree, whilst sat in one of its branches. George looked up, and one of her glistening tears fell on his shoulder, though he tried to muffle any sound that came from his mouth. He wanted to be tactful and think before he said anything to her.

A/N: Sorry about how short this is, I typed it all up on my phone in the cloakroom at school a few days ago! Please rate, comment, review, follow, subscribe, recommend to your friend, or do whatever you have to!