Chapter one
It was a nice sunny, Sunday afternoon. The Weasleys were all gathering in the Burrow for Sunday lunch, which Mrs. Weasley insisted went on every Sunday. "Everyone," Mrs. Weasley said, with a sonorous charm on her voice, "lunch is ready, so come inside, wash your hands, and sit down!"
There was a loud "Ugggghhhhh" sound coming from just about everyone outside, seeing as they were in the middle of a quidditch match, but no one disobeyed, because getting Mrs. Weasley's temper going was the last thing anyone wanted to do.
Lunch was great, as always, but something seemed different. It wasn't anything major, in fact no one else probably noticed it, but the famous Harry Potter, his auror training had him always seeing things up close, and what the famous Harry Potter saw, was George and Hermione holding hands, under the table. He noticed this when he dropped his fork, and when he went to pick it up he looked around, looking for the fork, and saw them holding hands. In t, Harry thought a couple of minutes later, that he should have seen it before. They were being so, so, obvious, he wondered how no one else saw it. There were plenty of other things going on, but come on, how do you NOT notice people making googly eyes at each other?
"Harry? Are you okay?" Ginny asked.
Harry shook himself. He was apparently staring into space, and everyone was now looking at him. "Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking," he responded.
As everyone went back to their previous conversations, Harry pondered George and Hermione some more this time making sure to eat and drink so he didn't look weird.
They didn't look new to all the flirting, so Harry assumed that they had been together for some time.
They both looked so happy. In fact, Harry had not seen George so happy like this since Fred had died. Hermione, she looked like she was positively glowing. Harry, not wanting to disturb their secret relationship, or their happiness, decided to spy some more another day, turned to Ron and started up a conversation about quidditch.