Go On and Indulge Yourself

Chapter 1: The Master Mind

Being a twin is great; never get me wrong on that. I love it when I can't get in trouble because either Fred or I did something and people can't figure out which of us did it. Well that isn't strictly true because dear old Mum has figured out that she can just yell at the both of us, but that's beside my point. I love the chaos of having a twin, that it is un-expectable to everyone. The way that we can finish each other's sentences freaks people out, and as an added bonus helps us communicate without speaking to each other. I love that we share everything, and that I never have to worry about being alone. There is that one person in the world that I know will know me no matter what happens, and I'll know him. There is nothing in the world that can change that.

But I will not lie. Being a twin sucks sometimes.

It sucks having to share every single moment of my life, it sucks that hardly anyone can distinguish us, and not even our own Mum can. It sucks that no matter what hardly anyone can see us as individuals and that they can't separate us as being separate human beings in their minds, we're always the Weasley Twins, not just Fred, not just George, always lumped together.

I'm not exactly like Fred. I have some differences. I excel at Charms and Potions and am the master mind behind most of our pranks. I have the superior looks. I have the cutest freckle right under my eye that Fred doesn't have. I like Never-Say-Never-Liquor (a bit like Fire Whiskey but it will keep you drunk all night after one sip), while Fred prefers regular old Fire Whiskey. I tend to like girls that look like they could be librarians… No one notices these differences though. And for the most part that's okay. For the most part that doesn't bother me.

But right now, right here in this moment it bothers me. You want to know why? Of course you do. It's because the only person that has ever been able to tell us apart just called me Fred and then told me to go away. Her exact words went like this "Oh Fred, George whoever you are beat it! I'm trying to study!"

That's something you would expect Hermione Granger to say to me, or us. Only that is not how she normally is. Hermione Granger might be a nerdy little book worm but she always will make time for a friend. She's the kind of girl that every single bloke wants but all of them are too scared to admit it. I'm even too scared to admit (out loud at least), that's why she's dating that git of a brother I have, Ron.

See I like her because she can tell the difference between me and my twin. She noticed that freckle I have under my eye that one little extra one that sometimes I can't even find in the mirror. Every time she looks at me it's always a quick discreet glance just below my eyes, and you can't even guess how much I really appreciate that. I love that she can see a difference in us. I love that she knows I like simple jokes while Fred is into more vulgar jokes. Granted we both have the same humor underneath but it's different at the same time.

I like that she knows that I actually enjoy learning. Not the pull your hair out of your head because you are dying of boredom in class but the kind of hands on experience learning you get. That's why I'm an excellent beater. I learn what my opponent will do; I anticipate it, that along with my charmingly identical twin and we dominate the Quidditch field. I liked Herbology and Magical Creatures because it was hands on. I dropped those classes regrettably because well… Fred and I wanted to start a joke shop and there was no need for them… and I shouldn't have. Even if it would have gotten me made fun of I should have never given something up that set me apart. She noticed that. Don't ask me how, Fred always says don't look a gift horse in the mouth. She's even taught me a muggle sport that is somewhat similar to Quidditch and it's pretty challenging, futbol.

Alright so I lied, I actually love her. Somewhere along all those summers and jokes and laughs, somewhere along the way I fell for my little brother's girlfriend. I know it's wrong and I do feel bad for it, but I'll never act on it. Okay that's a lie too. I try and get Hermione to smile every time I see her. I'm always tripping over my own feet just being around her. I told you I have a weakness for girls that look like librarians; well I was lying then too. I have a weakness for Hermione Granger also known as the know-it-all-bookworm with wild untamable hair, the Gryffindor Princess, the unbearably sexy untouchable girl because she's my little brother's girlfriend.

Don't get me wrong I love Ron, even if he is an unbearable git. He's just like Percy in some ways only he is a tad shade duller. He's got a bit of our humor I'll give him that much but he is one of the more uptight Weasley's. It's annoying really, that he gets the girl. I know Hermione doesn't open up to everyone, but that doesn't mean she should be with a tight wad. Opps, I guess I should explain a little with that my relationship with Ron a bit further. I love Ron, yes he's my little brother, but our brother bond is nowhere near as close as mine and Fred's. I don't feel as guilty about loving Hermione because she's his. I feel guilty because I know Fred 'admires' her too.

I was just trying to get her to smile when I bugged her in the common room. Honestly, her face was twisted in the worst grimace of concentration and I just wanted to see her eyes light up with laughter. The best feeling ever is getting someone to laugh. Laughter is the best cure for everything.

I think her whole hiding behind her books is a façade, it's where she feels safe, but it's okay to let your walls come down for friends. I've told her that before. I did, I think it was around my fourth year so she must've been a second year. The night I told her I wasn't in love with her yet but I just wanted to see her happy. She had spent the summer with us and wrote to Harry constantly and was always worrying about him. Finally I agreed to help her just to see her smile, and she did. It was great, and that has been my main goal since then. I strive to make her smile to see that twinkle in her eye of laughter. The best is when I can make her laugh; it's like getting to eat chocolate flavored gold. I relish in her laughter. It is the purest sound, and if you really work her up she will even snort a bit. I love it but I know she hates it. So after that night in desperation she asked something of me I thought she would never ask ever. She asked me to break some rules, something I am always more than willing to obligate with. She was the one that convinced us to go get him set up the whole plan for us to follow, making us promise to never tell a soul. She was the mastermind behind it all really. So when Fred and Ron found out, I took the credit and winked at her when she left the room hurriedly. She was blushing like mad and I was grinning like a nutter, but I can honestly say I didn't love her then. At that point and time I merely thought she was adorable for a 12 year old girl. We got busted for getting Harry too that night, although the adventure itself was well worth it. Fred blamed her for snitching when Mum was up waiting for us, but I knew it was just rotten luck. And that's a moment I have never told anyone not even Fred. That is a moment that is solely my own, a memory that I never have to share. I know she still thinks about it too. I can see her searching eyes when she glances at me from across the dinner table in the summers or in the great hall when she laughs at something I've said. And it's moments like that were you truly get to learn things about people. I know that she can tell the difference between us because she spends time with us. I must have some characteristics that stick out to her, something besides my one freckle under my eye because she doesn't always have to look to check.

So that's why I'm so upset that she slipped up. That she called me Fred. I could laugh it off, I could, I want to, but I just want to sulk in this corner by the fire for the rest of the night. I'll wake up in the morning and pretend this never happened. I'll hide behind my laughter because she hides behind her books.

"George?"

"Ummm?" I didn't really want my dark thoughts to be interrupted. I just wanted to sulk. Was it that much to ask for? To sulk for a measly hour?

"What are you doing?" it was then that I realized who was talking to me. It was Hermione.

"Oh taken time out of your busy schedule to notice me did you?" I kept my voice light but it was how I really felt.

She gave a confused look before understanding reached her eyes.

"Oh George I'm sorry! I was just so frustrated earlier. It's been such a long day with that bitch of a woman…" from the seething anger in her voice (and the fact that she cursed) I figured she could only mean one person. Umbridge.

"You mean cow," I corrected. I enjoyed the look that spread across her face. It was a look of pure evil but the smile danced in her eyes. That was a look I got many, many times. A look that was mischievous and implied that there was sure to fun times close by. A look that I savored in Hermione more than anyone else, I engrave that look into my brain every time. Oh I can't tell you how much I love that mischievous grin it even reaches her eyes. It makes them flare with fire that I never knew the color brown could have.

"You said you and Fred were making fireworks, correct?"

I really love that mischievous grin. It was the working of a plan. I love the master mind behind it all.

Disclaimer is at the bottom for once. I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: Alright first George Hermione fic. Let me know how I'm doing. Will only be a few chapters long. Like 3-5. :P