A/N: Hey everyone! What some of you may not know is, beside my twilight interest, I will always, first and foremost be a Harry Potter fanatic! I need a way to keep Harry Potter alive in other ways then just reading the books and watching the movies! This is my way of reliving it in a manner of using all my favorite characters (which is lucky for this story because the majority of my favorites are the Weasley family). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and ask for more! This is my first Harry Potter fic as well as first George/Hermione so be nice please! Enjoy! Btw this will be a multichapter story!

Disclaimer: I have no ownership over Harry Potter! The woman that I worship and thank for this masterpiece everyday (a.k.a J.K. Rowling) is the genius behind it all!

GPOV: I was practically bouncing up and down with excitement! Dad got us all tickets to see this year's annual Quidditch World Cup! This year was Ireland vs. Bulgaria (sadly, England didn't make it through the deciding match, an embarrassment, they are.)But, since both teams in the cup this year had some of the best players in the world, it was bound to be the ultimate match.

Bill had come home from Egypt, and Charlie from Romania to go with us. Percy had even taken off of his new job at the Ministry of Magic (which is big, because since he got the job, he doesn't like to come home, and when he does come, his boss is all he talks about. I expect that he's only being a kiss up so he can get promoted to head assistant or whatever but with Percy, we never know).

Ron's friends, Harry and Hermione were coming along as well, seeing as we had a few extra tickets thanks to dad pulling a few strings at the Ministry. (Dreamy sigh) Hermione. She was so beautiful. I had fallen in love with her. Even though I was two years older than her and all and she was a bookworm and I was a rowdy prankster and all but I just couldn't seem to help myself. I don't know how any of this happened, or why, or when but it did. I, George Weasley, had fallen in love with Hogwarts' biggest bookworm. Not even my twin brother knew of my deep affection for Hermione. Nobody did. Ron would probably murder me. Not that I cared, but I just couldn't help myself.

I have a plan. What I needed to do was impress her. Not with pranks that I knew would annoy her and make her hate me. Instead I would do so with knowledge and little romantic things and things that would make her laugh. I loved to hear her laugh.

But I would have to be discreet in carrying out such a plan. I didn't want anyone to know. Especially not Fred. Don't get me wrong, I love Fred. We're as close as twin brothers could be, joined at the hip. We never leave each other's sides and you rarely see one of us without the other. We tell each other everything and keep it between us if needed, which is most of the time.

Telling him this though… I don't think he'll understand. He thinks of Hermione as Ron's best friend, the girl he has a crush on but shows her by arguing with her (I could only hope she didn't reciprocate those feelings for him), he thinks of her as a stick in the mud that ruins all the fun. Lately, whenever he says that, I feel like tearing him to shreds. I hated hiding things from him. Especially these kinds of things. Things that included girls. We had never kept crushes from one another before, and doing it now was downright painful. But it had to be done. For now, at the very least.

FPOV: Something was seriously wrong with George. He's been acting rather odd lately. He was fumbling and lately seems to be going into a daze after a few minutes of doing anything. It takes me forever to snap him out of it. I hate it when he does it whenever we are in the midst of discussing our latest pranks or inventions. Which by the way, is his favorite topic. I don't like that he's hiding things from me. He never hides anything from me. I need to get to the bottom of this. Even if I die in the process. You can't hide forever, George. I will find out. I'll swear on Uncle Billius's grave if I have to. It was time for the master of interrogation to come out and play… You'll regret hiding whatever this is from me, George. I thought mischievously.

I was also saddened that he would hide anything from me. Even if it was horrible. We're twins! Each other's other half. We usually told each other every deep dark secret we have. And never say a word to anyone else if the other doesn't want to. That's why I needed to figure this out. For the sake of our brotherly bond. Our relationship has never been this way before and it never should be, no matter what the circumstances or consequences were horrendous. What was it that he was hiding from me? I needed to figure this out. He knew if he didn't tell me, I would eventually take matters into my own hands. And starting now, that's exactly what I was going to do.

A/N: I hope you guys liked it! Please tell me if you want this to continue or not. If so, I will need 5 reviews to go on soon, at least! And for those of you who are worried that Fred and George have gone all soft and serious, not to worry! You'll see a bunch of their pranking, humor and annoyingness in the next chapters. Tell me what you think! Thanks a Bunch! :)

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