Author's note: My first fan fiction story that has taken me a lot of courage to post after many years of reading them and writing them inside of my head. So please be nice as it took a lot of courage to finally sign up and post this.

I own nothing here apart from the plot; the genius of this story belongs to JK!

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Chapter One

Sitting against the coarse bark of the bulky tree, I sighed to myself surveying the beautiful landscape in front of me; the lake near The Burrow had always been a place of comfort for me, a place of peace and tranquillity. This is the place I come to think, to be alone soaking up the peace and quiet while I gather up my thoughts, sorting through them one by one. The only place I could see straight when my thoughts were all muddled into one big mess. Today I was struggling with my thoughts, due to the heat controlling my ability to concentrate on one thing for a period of time. In all my summers on this earth, I had never experience one as sultry and sticky whilst in England. No matter what combination of clothes I tried on, they all clung to each curve of my body uncomfortably, which only made matters worse when I was sitting here very frustrated, annoyed and in an urgent need to collect my thoughts.

It was no use, I concluded as I switched sitting positions, kneeling up grabbing a small pebble, throwing it into the glistening water in front of me. Frustration ebbed away at me, as I failed to calm my anger down; usually thinking it through by the lake never failed to sort out my head, sifting through each emotion I was feeling and each thought I had. Sitting here had never failed to dissolve my anger, however today sitting beside the water's edge, underneath my favourite tree, only built the frustration and anger up inside me, along with this smothering heat that had lingered for a good week now.

Raking my hands through the grass, my fingers brushed another pebble, picking it up I swung my arm back putting all my anger into it as I threw it a fair distance across the lake, plummeting straight into the water as I let out a small quiet anger filled groan.

"What did that pebble ever do to you 'Mione?" A smooth husky voice, chuckled over my little tantrum rendering me to jump a little, scared for just a moment at the unexpected interruption, realisation hitting me that I wasn't alone, which sent me into panic over drive. Swiftly looking up towards the familiar voice, my cheeks burned scarlet with pure embarrassment as I registered whom the voice belonged to.

"George you scared me." I closed my eyes for a moment, holding my pounding heart as I released a relieved sigh, glad that it was him that had found me and not anyone else. Well by anyone else I meant Ron, or Harry for that matter. The cause of my anger, and the person that would tell me to ignore the problem, however ignoring the problem was not going to make it disappear.

"Sorry, didn't mean to make you jump." He said as I opened my eyes, watching him sit beside me, with his body facing towards the lake in front of us, pulling his knees up to his chest, holding them in his arms. Gazing at his side profile, the sun encircled his face just right making his skin glow strikingly.

The silence that we shared is comforting as we concentrated on the view in front of us, taking in all of its inexplicable glory. I would have thought sitting in silence with a Weasley twin would have been a little awkward; however I was pleasantly surprised to how natural it felt. There was no need for words, the silence was enough.

"How do you know I'm not Fred?" He suddenly broke that silence, looking straight at me with a curious frown spread across his face.

"Oh now that would be telling!" I answered back not willing to give up the knowledge on how I have always been able to tell them apart. All in all, they weren't that identical if you took the time to notice it. Being a prefect meant that it was a necessary ability to be able to tell them apart, so that you didn't fall victim to their genius pranks. That's right, I said it, genius pranks; a fool would think otherwise!

"Come on 'Mione, tell me, what harm could it do to let me in to your little secret?" He teasingly nudge me, as I looked away giggling quietly at his playfulness, it didn't surprise me, one of the Weasley twins using there flattery, flirting their way into unearthing information out of people, or more to the point, information from girls. Typical!

"Absolutely not! It's my advantage against the two of you, as if I would give you that." I smiled at him smugly, before looking back at the lake. At that moment I realised the majority of anger I had felt had dissolved into a minor annoyance.

"Are you okay anyway?" George asked.

"Yeah, suppose I should be used to your insensitive, idiotic brother by now, so there's no surprise he flew off the handle a little." I answered, not really believing what I was saying. Ron had no right reacting the way he did, I knew that before I had the need to ask other peoples opinion on the situation.

"A little?" George jumped in. "Hermione he is way out of order! You have done nothing wrong at all; it's that gits fault, again."

"But if Viktor hadn't have sent me the letter this morning then he would not have reacted the way he did." I could not help but grimace as I watched the lakes calm water start to ripple as George threw a single stone into the water. However afterwards, I felt his eyes on my face. Turning slowly our eyes met.

"Stop making excuses for him 'Mione. He had his chance last year at the yule ball, but even then all he did was upset you, and then had the balls to ruin the end of your night. It's up to you who you write to, not that prat." Uncharacteristically he brushed a strand of hair off of my cheek, his eyes cast into mine full of seriousness. I had never seen George like this before. One, he was hardly ever serious two, I had never had him be so nice to me and three, I had never been so close to him never mind him touching my face. I was unsure whether I liked the fact he was so close, practically invading my personal space. However before I could decide, his lingering hand was gone.

"Why do you care so much?" The words slipped from my mouth before I had time to stop myself. It wasn't my intention to sound rude, but my curiosity got the better of me as I tried to decode George's actions only to find myself even more confused.

"That wounds me 'Mione, of course I care." He held his hand over his chest, faking pain. Instantly rolling my eyes, I looked away in an attempt to stop myself laughing at him.

"We have hardly spoke George. I think this is the first time we have been alone together."

"Are you trying to take advantage of me Hermione Granger?" He nudged me one more time, raising his eyebrows at me with his eyes full of suggestions. Shaking my head, I laughed to myself at the usual Weasley twin's flirting.

"Jokes aside 'Mione, Ignore that prat, you deserve happiness. Don't let him stop you getting it. Do what makes you happy." He put his hand onto my shoulder making me feel instantly comforted. I knew just by looking into his eyes, he believed every word he was saying. It was genuine, not some made up words spoken in order to make me feel better about storming off- George actually meant it.

"Thanks George, It means a lot that you would stand up for me. When did you become so lovely anyway?" I questioned him, earnestly curious to where this side of George Weasley had suddenly appeared from. A side I much preferred. Don't get me wrong, I love the fun loving prankster, the normal George, however this sweet side to him was rather uplifting to have around, especially when someone needed a pick up.

"I've always been lovely; you just haven't had the opportunity to see it until now." He spoke as I shifted position, stretching my jean clad legs out in front of me.

"Let's hope I see it more often then, it's refreshing to see; along with seeing all that hair gone." I chuckled beside him quickly changing the subject, watching as he got up off the floor, looking down at me with a baffled look written across his face.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I prefer your short hair," without thinking about what I was saying, I voiced my opinion as George held out his hand, offering it to me. Taking it, my hand fit snugly into his long hand. It was strange holding George's hand, as I had never had physical contact with him before now, however this unfamiliar action bought comfort to me. Unknown to me before now, a new warmth washed over me, one I had not felt, relaxing me instantly.

"Was that a compliment Miss Granger?" Dropping my hand he looked down at me from his lanky height. I was always overwhelmed by how much taller the twins were than myself, they towered over me more than any boys I had ever met. I had to say though it was an attractive quality for a boy to have, not that I was calling the Weasley twin's attractive mind you.

"Don't push it, you just wish it was a compliment, it was just an opinion that's all." I lied, turning away from him once more to look towards to direction of the burrow. In the distant I could see people on brooms, throwing balls about, obviously starting to play Quidditch.

"Yeah right; are you coming back to the house then?" He wondered.

"I…err," I started to answer, unsure whether I was ready to face Ron and force myself to keep composure in front of him. I would not let Ronald Weasley get the better of me, making me boil with anger, yelling at him for something he had done wrong to me. Yet, I wasn't sure if I could ignore the insensitive idiot just yet. But if I gave him attention that is exactly what he wants.

"What about if we went and faced that prat together?" George held his hand out for me to take for the second time which caught me off guard. Having this offer twice in one day made me a very lucky girl, even if the Weasley Twins were famous for being big flirts.

Often I had wondered what it would be like to have a close relationship with them, for the simple fact that whenever I have seen them with their friends they had been an ideal friend, listening for one thing. Also whenever they were in company of girls they always seemed to be gentleman from what I had observed. Something that is rare to find in boys around my ages these days.

Seriously thinking about his offer, I slowly slipped my hand into his putting all my faith into him. If anyone could save me from Ron, it was another Weasley family member. His lips turned into a mischievous grin that held a hidden depth. Pulling me gently he led me slowly back towards the burrow to face the music.

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