George chuckled as he saw her sitting on her own in the library with a really thick book open in front of her.
"Hey 'Mione" He said, sitting down beside her.
"Hello George." She replied, grinning at him before turning back to her book.
"I'm Fred." He told her.
"No you're not. George." She sighed at the ever consisting 'joke' the twins had, but didn't look up from her book at him.
"How do you know?" He asked, curious.
She looked up at him, and then blurted out, "Your eyes are lighter, you come up to me without Fred but Fred doesn't come up to me without you, and you have a mark there," She pointed to somewhere near his eye, "which Fred doesn't have."
"Oh…." He simply said.
She had turned back to her book again.
"Look at me often then?" George grinned cheekily.
She looked at him confused, "What?"
"You must look at me often to get those differences."
She turned back to her book in embarrassment, a bright blush forming on her cheeks. She mumbled something that was inaudible.
"What 'Mione?" He whispered next to her ear, making her shiver.
"Um….. I only know the difference because I have been glaring at you and Fred for pranking me for the last three summers." She mumbled.
"Right… Or you can't help look at me because I'm so attractive."
She glared at him.
"That is stupid." She said.
"I think it is the truth."
"You sounded like Malfoy, so full of yourself!" She laughed.
He acted offended, making her laugh even more.
"Aaaw! Is ickle Georgie boy offended that Hermione doesn't think he's attractive?" Hermione said in a baby voice.
He scowled, before grabbing her by the waist and sandwiching between himself and the library wall. His hands either side of her face, looking at her menacingly.
"Now Granger, do I have to persuade you to reveal your true feelings for me?" He said darkly.
'She actually looks scared!' He thought to himself.
"W-What do you mean, p-persuade?" She stammered, looking at him with wide eyes.
"I'll show you." George said.
She started to protest, but George shut her up with a firm kiss. At first she didn't kiss him back, so he pulled back.
"No!" Hermione moaned, forcing him back to her. She forcefully pressed her lips to his, running her hand through his thick, ginger hair, whist one of his hands was on her lower back and the other in her hair. When they pulled apart for air, George said:
"You cannot say you don't have feelings for me."
She blushed, and grabbed his hands, intertwining their fingers.
"Shall I tell you what I think of you?"
"I really think you should 'Mione"
"Well, I'll tell you after you've kissed me."
"I have no problem with that!" George grinned.
Once again, they kissed. But every so often Hermione would pull back by an inch and whisper parts of what she thought of him.
"Funny… Lovely hair… Nice family… Very attractive." She pulled back properly to say the last bit.
"Mine."
As soon as she had said the last bit she spun them around so she was sandwiching him. Then pressed her body on his and started kissing him.
"Smart… Beautiful… Sexy… Kind." He whispered between kisses, "Mine."
Hand in hand, they walked to Gryffindor common room. Breathless but both grinning madly.