George Weasley rolled his eyes and continued writing down a list of new pranks that he and his twin brother Fred had spent most of the summer creating. Becoming frustrated at the shouting he could hear coming from the room upstairs, he threw the pen down and groaned.

"Honestly" he thought to himself "Harry has only been here for a couple of minutes and already there is tension rising".

He looked over at Fred who has the same, equally annoyed look on his face. Fred registered his brother staring at him almost instantaneously and surely enough those trademark smirks began to form on their faces. They apparated from the room landing rather luckily on Harry's bed and turned to face the angered teen.

Whilst Harry explained or rather shouted at Fred the reason he was upset, George had lost interest in the story and had instead turned to see Hermione standing nervously in the corner. He had never really looked at her before. Yes, they had spent most of the summer together however he had never noticed the way her curls framed her face and the way her small, petite figure made her seem almost fragile. She was beautiful. Hermione's gaze caught George's and they began to blush. At that moment, Molly called them down to eat and Hermione tore herself away from George's gaze and followed Ron and Harry out who luckily had missed the whole incident. George was not that lucky though as Fred had noticed the whole thing.

"Hermione, eh?" he said to his twin, adding a trademark wink.

George did not want to confront this issue "she's changed, that's all"

"You're bloody well right she has! Who knew she was…you know…a girl?"

"You're as bad as dear little Ronnikins. He only noticed Hermione was a girl during the Yule Ball," George Scoffed and began to walk away. However being twins and all Fred knew exactly how George felt about the bushy haired brunette.

"You like her don't you?" he exclaimed

"Maybe…" was all George could reply before their mother shouted at them to come downstairs before their dinner was cold.

George let out a sigh of relief as he knew he had escaped having to answer the question that time. He knew Fred wouldn't let it go which bothered him. He may be an excellent liar but he couldn't lie to Fred. These thoughts were quickly removed as he began to eat.

"I'll have to deal with it later," he thought.