George stood across the hall from Hermione, but he was watching the brunette closely. She was chatting with Ginny and Padma Patil, a chocolate muffin in her hand. He remembered how much she loves chocolate muffins, she told him so a few months ago. He came up with a cunning, if a little insane, plan to be conducted on Valentines Day, in a weeks time. He walked quickly from the hall, to Fred and Lee to help him set up his ultimate plan.
Hermione skipped into the common room. It had been a good day, probably because the whole school were in a lovey-dovey mood. Even Snape had withheld his usual nastiness at her calming draught and just sniffed. Ron was off with Pavarti Patil somewhere and Harry was with Cho. She bounced up the staircase and into her dormitory. On Pavarti's bed there were boxes of chocolates from Ron. Hermione smiled and walked over to her trunk. She opened it and saw a red basket full of... Hang on, were those muffins? She looked closer. They weren't just muffins, they were chocolate muffins! Hermione grabbed one and peeled off the paper. She was about to shove it in her mouth when she saw a white envelope sticking out of the basket. She cautiously opened it and read through it.
Dear Hermione,
the next three lines were startings of sentences but had been crossed out.
Bloody hell this is a hard letter to write. But, it's Valentines day and everyone, even a anti-prankster like you, needs a little Weasley to go round, eh?
I like you Hermione. As more than my little brothers best friend. I gotta finish up before Fred sees this.
See you around.
Love, George.
She sat there, staring at the paper. She got up and ran down to the common room, where Ginny and Colin were playing exploding snap.
"Hey Ginny, can I talk to you for a sec?" the other girl nodded and got up, following Hermione into the corridor. She passed the note to her and Ginny burst into hysterical laughter.
"Whats so funny?" Hermione said, annoyed.
"Hermione, he told me at the Yule ball last year that he thought you were stunning." Hermione's brow knitted in confusion.
"no he didn't." Ginny smirked.
"Ask him then. Or better, ask Fred." With this Ginny turned on her heel and climbed back through the portrait hole. Hermione walked off to find Fred, praying to Merlin that George wasn't with him. She was lucky. He was sitting alone outside.
"Fred, did George say I was stunning at the Yule ball last year?" he simply gaped at her.
"Did he really say that about me?"
"How did you find out about that?"
"Ginny. Now where is he?" Fred didn't say anything.
"Fredrick Gideon Weasley, you tell me where he is now!" She yelled. Fred rose from the ground, put his hands on either side of her face and whispered "I'm not Fred, I'm George."
Then he closed the distance between their lips.