A/N:  You are now reading the first George/Hermione of the wiredsisters.  This story has no hope of being sad, or depressing.  It is just a happy, hilarious bit of fluff that should have you all cracking up.  We wrote this because we didn't have any.

One of us was like "Hey, we don't have a Hermione/George."

And the other was all like, "Well, duh.  That's because Fred is so, so much better."

Then we got into our whole, "is not," "is too," fight and in the end, I won.  I would be the first one, just in case you wanted to know.  Anyway, on with the story.

Disclaimer:  If you believe that J. K. Rowling would ever write something remotely like this, you're an idiot!

Hermione Granger strolled down the hallway on her way to the Great Hall for lunch.  It was Friday, and she could hardly wait to relax by studying in the common room, but she needed to finish her classes first.

As she entered the room, she skimmed the Gryffindor table, searching for the familiar tall frame and red hair of her best friend.  She saw Ron almost immediately.  He was conversing with Harry.

Harry's happy expression mad Hermione's heart jump, as it always did.  She looked at his face and remembered that day at the beginning of the year when he had told her how he felt.

"Hey, Hermione," Harry said, looking very anxious.

"Yes."  Hermione barley looked up from her book.

"I was wondering if...well...you wanted to hangout.  You know, without Ron."  Harry turned a deep scarlet, almost the color of his Quidditch Robes.

Hermione looked up quickly.  "You mean, like a date?"

"Err...yes."  Harry, if possible, turned an even darker red, as he said this in a squeaky quiet voice.

Hermione, whose cheeks had turned a flattering shade of pink, glanced at the portrait hole of the empty common room.  "Yeah, sure."

"Great!" Harry said, looking very relieved.  He leaned over and pecked her on the cheek, before walking back to his dorm room.

Hermione made her way to the table and sat down across from Ron and next to Harry.  "Hey."

"Hey," Harry whispered as he leaned over for a quick peck on the lips.

"Hey!" said Ron.  Trying to get Harry to keep talking to him, Ron hit his arm.

"Hey!" Harry complained, rubbing his arm, accidentally knocking is goblet of pumpkin juice onto Ginny's, who was sitting next to them, lap.

"Hey!"  The four of them burst out laughing at their own limited vocabulary.

"Ron and I were just talking about Fred and Angelina.," Harry explained.

"They've been getting along really well before the Yule Ball last year, but they suddenly don't want to hang out," Ron clarified.

"Maybe they had a fight," Hermione suggested.

"I seriously doubt that," Harry said, more forcefully the Hermione liked.

"I think that Fred told her his feelings and she didn't feel the same way."

"Brilliant, Ginny," Harry exclaimed.  "I bet that is what exactly what happened."

Hermione bit into her sandwich, trying not to look so upset.  After all, what Ginny had said sounded like a fight to her.

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Hermione made her way into the common room, carrying, as always, an armful of books.  It was almost eleven, which was curfew for the Hogwarts students.

"Biggle Miggle," she said to the fat lady, who opened the portrait whole, leaving Hermione to gasp at the sight that she saw.

Harry and Ginny were locked in a passionate embrace on the couch.  Hermione could see Harry's tongue dancing around the corners of Ginny's mouth, and Ginny was eagerly responding.  The books fell from Hermione's arms, hitting the ground with a large thump.

Harry's head turned.  "Hermione!"

Ginny covered her mouth with surprise, as Hermione ran from the sight, back to the library.

She threw herself into an easy chair as far in the depth of the library.  Hermione sobbed for a few minutes before a plan passed through her brain.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"So, Harry cheated on me.  I didn't know what to do, so I went back into the library to think things over.  Then I remembered a book I had read once called When Your Boyfriend Cheats On you: A History, and it said that most women got revenge.  Some called on the forces of darkness, others summoned Vengeance Demons, and others went and asked for help.  I figured that that would be the easiest root, so I came to you."

George Weasley spun around on his chair and put his feet up on a desk.  "I think I can be of some assistance."

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