Hello all! This is my first fanfic. I hope you enjoy! Please review and let me know what you liked or what you want to see in the future.
Added 8/1/14: Please forgive my ignorance when it comes to British colloquialisms. I have never been to London and only know things from TV and movies, so the beautiful accents that Queen Rowling so clearly expressed are absent from my work here. The characters sound much more American...so sorry!
Six months had passed since Voldemort and his horcruxes were destroyed. The Burrow had been rebuilt, not to it's former glory, but good enough to live in. The Weasley family, minus Charlie, Percy, Bill, and Fleur, were together again under the same roof, along with their favorite honorary Weasleys: Harry and Hermione.
Hermione woke up to the buzzing of her pillow. She had set an alarm charm on it the previous night in hopes of getting the first shower, and the most hot water, of the day. She quietly slipped into her bathrobe, not wanting to wake her roommate, the youngest Weasley, Ginny. She hung her shower caddy over her left arm, grabbed a book, and headed downstairs to the only working bathroom. She began to read as she walked and placed a waterproofing spell on the book and it's pages before dropping her wand in one of the pockets of her fluffy, purple robe.
The book in front of her eyes kept her from seeing where she was going, but she had done this many times before and never missed a step. However, she hadn't accounted for someone being awake yet and as a result walked straight into the tall, muscular body of someone leaving the bathroom as she was entering it.
She dropped her book and he dropped his towel at the same time.
George hadn't been able to sleep well the night before and figured he might as well start the day with a hot shower. He hadn't bothered to bring a robe, knowing that no one else would be up this early.
His shower finished, he wrapped one towel around his waist and was running another through his wet hair as he left the bathroom to head upstairs to the room he shared with his twin brother, Fred. Instead, the air was knocked from his lungs, as a rather large book followed by a rather curly set of brown hair seemed to appear out of nowhere and walk straight into his abdomen.
"Oi," he muttered as he felt the towel around his waist begin to slip. He grabbed it quickly with one hand, but dropped the sopping wet hair towel on top of the book Hermione Granger had just fumbled.
She bent at the knees to retrieve the items and the robe opened over her right leg, revealing much more of her porcelain skin than he had previously been privy too. He hesitated slightly, struck still by the view, before leaning to grab his towel.
At the same time, she stood up quickly with both things in her hands. Their faces were within inches of each other and he controlled his urge to lean in and kiss her. "Where had that come from?" he thought to himself.
He muttered an apology for getting her book damp, grabbed his towel from her hand and began to walk off.
"But where's…" she said.
"George?" he finished, "Geez Hermione, we don't do everything together!"
She blushed and he felt the urge to kiss the away the color in her cheeks, as she said, "I know that!" and walked into the bathroom but not before shouting, "And I know that you're George!"
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