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A Half of a Pair for Me
George seemed quite bored, sitting all by his lonesome by the Gryffindor fire. They weren't exactly sure how they'd managed it, but Fred had gotten detention, and George hadn't. It was absurd, unheard of, and quite strange to say the least.
Now, if George weren't the troublemaker extraordinaire that he was, (and the procrastinator as well) he might have used this time to pick up some of his work and get it done, perhaps even bring up his grades. But, no, he had more important things to do ...like....count the little cracks in the wall. Yeah, someone REALLY needed to get that done. And, gosh darn it, George was that someone!
"George, what on EARTH are you doing?" Hermione Granger was looking at him very strangely from across the room. She'd just come back from the library, looking for Ron and Harry. (She'd later learn that they had run off to pull a prank they'd been thinking of on the Slytherins, and hadn't really wanted to hear about all the school rules they were breaking, which happened to be 73 and a half.)
"I'm counting the cracks in the wall. I'm up to 59, if you'd like to know." George smiled good naturedly in Hermione's general direction, while trying to keep his eyes on the wall. He didn't want to lose count.
"Couldn't you be doing something more...useful?" Hermione was slightly at a lost, baffled that anyone would ACTUALLY count the cracks in a wall. It was insane, and pointless and...something Fred and George would be likely to do. She looked around, suddenly aware of something that was missing.
"Where's Fred?"
"Oh, he has detention."
"George! You know better than to skiv off on detentions!"
"Whoever said I got one?" George gave Hermione a quizzical look, ignoring the wall. It was true that the pair were rarely seen apart, but really, if George were skipping detention, didn't she think that Fred would, too?
"Oh, well, I just assumed...I'm sorry." And she really was. She hadn't meant to accuse him like that, especially unjustly. It was just that she never really saw George without Fred. In fact, she hadn't considered telling them apart normally from the beginning. She only knew this was George because of his Weasley sweater. She felt suddenly embarrassed for herself. Why hadn't she ever tried to distinguish between them before? They were two different people. She resolved to start fixing that now.
"You don't REALLY want to count the cracks on the wall, do you?" Hermione set her books down on the table, and then leaned against them, looking at George.
"Well, I don't know, I'd have to start over. Why? You aren't actually thinking about berating me to STUDY, now, of all things?"
"No, I was thinking of...I don't know, playing Gobstones or something. Perhaps chess. I really need some practice so I don't lose so horribly to Ron."
"Oh, and you don't have homework you need to be getting to?" George put on his ever-so-practiced Percy impression, staring down his imaginary glasses at Hermione. She just laughed.
"I finished it all. Actually, I'm finished all the way up until we get out for Christmas." It wasn't too far off, and all the deadlines had been given already. Hermione was actually proud of all the work she had done. True, she could do with more studying, but part of her didn't want to leave George alone.
"Oh, well, look at me, I'm all done," George singsonged, as he got up and danced around, hands in the air. He stopped to laugh as Hermione hit him playfully in the arm, and picked up a wizards' chess set off the table.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop already. So which color do you want, white or black?"
"...Is there a red?" Hermione smiled up at him, George's flaming red hair stunningly obvious and a truly bewildered expression on his face.
"Red? Where...Why would you say red?" George was laughing again. "Do either of these look somewhat red to you?" George started shaking a pawn in front of Hermione's face, trying to pretend to be serious now. It was hard work, it really was.
"No, but I'd like to play a red one."
"Do you want me to change the color of the bloody set, then?"
"Ooo, yes please." Hermione smiled as innocently as she could, while George looked exasperated. Demanding, wasn't she? He shook his head before taking out his wand, and sat for a full five minutes staring at the pawn.
"Well?" Hermione said.
"Er..."
"You know the spell for that, don't you?"
"Know the spell? Know the spell? My little Hermione, I could do this spell in my sleep. I could do this spell while hitting a bludger into a Slytherin's face and cursing another. 'Do I know this spell,'..." George waved the pawn in front of her face again, pretending to be insulted. Meanwhile, he was combing through all the spells he knew. He DID know a spell to make things red, didn't he? He HAD to know the spell.
Hermione grabbed the pawn and leaned forward, pulling him down to meet his eyes.
"It's rutilus," she said quietly.
"...I knew that." George smiled slightly, before kissing her lightly. Hermione blushed suddenly as she let go and sat back up. George just leaned back and winked.
"You're cute when you get all forceful like that."
A Half of a Pair for Me
George seemed quite bored, sitting all by his lonesome by the Gryffindor fire. They weren't exactly sure how they'd managed it, but Fred had gotten detention, and George hadn't. It was absurd, unheard of, and quite strange to say the least.
Now, if George weren't the troublemaker extraordinaire that he was, (and the procrastinator as well) he might have used this time to pick up some of his work and get it done, perhaps even bring up his grades. But, no, he had more important things to do ...like....count the little cracks in the wall. Yeah, someone REALLY needed to get that done. And, gosh darn it, George was that someone!
"George, what on EARTH are you doing?" Hermione Granger was looking at him very strangely from across the room. She'd just come back from the library, looking for Ron and Harry. (She'd later learn that they had run off to pull a prank they'd been thinking of on the Slytherins, and hadn't really wanted to hear about all the school rules they were breaking, which happened to be 73 and a half.)
"I'm counting the cracks in the wall. I'm up to 59, if you'd like to know." George smiled good naturedly in Hermione's general direction, while trying to keep his eyes on the wall. He didn't want to lose count.
"Couldn't you be doing something more...useful?" Hermione was slightly at a lost, baffled that anyone would ACTUALLY count the cracks in a wall. It was insane, and pointless and...something Fred and George would be likely to do. She looked around, suddenly aware of something that was missing.
"Where's Fred?"
"Oh, he has detention."
"George! You know better than to skiv off on detentions!"
"Whoever said I got one?" George gave Hermione a quizzical look, ignoring the wall. It was true that the pair were rarely seen apart, but really, if George were skipping detention, didn't she think that Fred would, too?
"Oh, well, I just assumed...I'm sorry." And she really was. She hadn't meant to accuse him like that, especially unjustly. It was just that she never really saw George without Fred. In fact, she hadn't considered telling them apart normally from the beginning. She only knew this was George because of his Weasley sweater. She felt suddenly embarrassed for herself. Why hadn't she ever tried to distinguish between them before? They were two different people. She resolved to start fixing that now.
"You don't REALLY want to count the cracks on the wall, do you?" Hermione set her books down on the table, and then leaned against them, looking at George.
"Well, I don't know, I'd have to start over. Why? You aren't actually thinking about berating me to STUDY, now, of all things?"
"No, I was thinking of...I don't know, playing Gobstones or something. Perhaps chess. I really need some practice so I don't lose so horribly to Ron."
"Oh, and you don't have homework you need to be getting to?" George put on his ever-so-practiced Percy impression, staring down his imaginary glasses at Hermione. She just laughed.
"I finished it all. Actually, I'm finished all the way up until we get out for Christmas." It wasn't too far off, and all the deadlines had been given already. Hermione was actually proud of all the work she had done. True, she could do with more studying, but part of her didn't want to leave George alone.
"Oh, well, look at me, I'm all done," George singsonged, as he got up and danced around, hands in the air. He stopped to laugh as Hermione hit him playfully in the arm, and picked up a wizards' chess set off the table.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop already. So which color do you want, white or black?"
"...Is there a red?" Hermione smiled up at him, George's flaming red hair stunningly obvious and a truly bewildered expression on his face.
"Red? Where...Why would you say red?" George was laughing again. "Do either of these look somewhat red to you?" George started shaking a pawn in front of Hermione's face, trying to pretend to be serious now. It was hard work, it really was.
"No, but I'd like to play a red one."
"Do you want me to change the color of the bloody set, then?"
"Ooo, yes please." Hermione smiled as innocently as she could, while George looked exasperated. Demanding, wasn't she? He shook his head before taking out his wand, and sat for a full five minutes staring at the pawn.
"Well?" Hermione said.
"Er..."
"You know the spell for that, don't you?"
"Know the spell? Know the spell? My little Hermione, I could do this spell in my sleep. I could do this spell while hitting a bludger into a Slytherin's face and cursing another. 'Do I know this spell,'..." George waved the pawn in front of her face again, pretending to be insulted. Meanwhile, he was combing through all the spells he knew. He DID know a spell to make things red, didn't he? He HAD to know the spell.
Hermione grabbed the pawn and leaned forward, pulling him down to meet his eyes.
"It's rutilus," she said quietly.
"...I knew that." George smiled slightly, before kissing her lightly. Hermione blushed suddenly as she let go and sat back up. George just leaned back and winked.
"You're cute when you get all forceful like that."
