AN:George/Hermione fanfic (set in Hermione's 5th year, George's 7th)

I don't own Harry Potter. All of it's genius is down to J. .

Rated T to be safe

~Kind of a bad story… Just wanted very romantic :) I'm a sucker for cute stuff & romance ❤❤❤❤~

It's my first fanfic so please - constructive criticism.

The title is rubbish but yeah - I'm crap with story titles :) ❤

Hermione was lounging in the Gryffindor common room one Saturday, reading, as usual. It was a beautiful spring day, and to make the most of it, practically the whole school was enjoying the sunshine. Harry, Ron and Ginny had abandoned Hermione to go and play Quidditch with the Weasley twins, and their best friend, Lee Jordan. Fred and George also wanted to try out a new set of puking pastils on Crabbe and Goyle. If those two were stupid enough to fall for it again, and the new batch tested well - they would surely sell, the twins reasoned.

Hermione loved reading a good book on her own. When she tried to read with everyone else around they always interrupted her and she couldn't concentrate properly anyway. Just as she thought this, the portrait hole was flung open, and George bombarded through. Noticing that Hermione was reading, he immediately paused and slowed his steps. She smiled behind her book so he acknowledged that she was grateful. George paused to take her in. Her bushy brown hair was clipped back in a neat ponytail, and the sun caught the side of her face, illuminating it, and accentuating her chocolate brown eyes. There were specks of gold in them, somehow, and when her eyes flicked across the page, you could see them taking in every word. George hadn't realised he was staring, slightly open-mouthed, but suddenly she looked up and fixed him with an accusing stare.

"What do you want?" Hermione eyed him curiously.

"Umm…" George was, for once, lost for words.

"Are you-you ok?" Hermione asked, genuine concern flooded her face. He had never gone this long without making a joke about her or her book.

"Well…"

"Anyway, what are you doing back from playing Quidditch? Did Ginny kick your butt?" Hermione grinned, closing her book with a snap.

"Did 'Mione just Close Her Book?!" George exclaimed incredulously, ignoring her previous comment and sliding next to her on the sofa. He placed his arm around her shoulder and leant right in to her, daring her to say or do something.

"Ugh! George get off me!" She cried, hitting him over the head with her book.

"Ow!" George replied, moving away from her and rubbing his head,"don't you ever read paper-backs?" he said, sliding back over to her and grinning. All of a sudden, she turned to face him, crossing her legs on the sofa and looking straight into his eyes. This caught him off guard for a second and he was a bit taken aback. Until he saw the triumphant look on Hermione's face. He turned to her and crossed his legs right across from her, so they were slightly leaning on top of hers.

"What are you doing back anyway?" Hermione asked, folding her arms.

"Getting my exploding snap cards, why? Didja miss me?" He replied, folding his arms on top of hers. Their faces were centimetres away.

"Mmm… Not reeeaaaally. I hadn't noticed you were gone," Hermione said, unfolding her arms. She slipped one of her hands into his, and looked up at him through heavy eyelids. She fluttered her eyelashes and bit her lower lip. She was toying with him. He knew what she was up to, but he couldn't help staring. She really was beautiful. Her hair glinted different shades of brunette in the sun, and her eyes shone, daring him to respond. Wait! What? This is Hermione. The bookworm, the know-it-all, the beautiful girl sitting in front of him. What? He-he liked Hermione? He liked Hermione. He hit himself over the head mentally. He liked Hermione. He shook his head and tilted it, looking right into her eyes. She was taken aback and her eyes were flicking over George's face - taking in the situation. He took her head in his hands and stared longingly into them. He liked Hermione.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

She blinked and realised what was going to happen. She wanted him to. WHAT? He really was very handsome. Wait, what?! Noooo! Why was she thinking about this- about George.. th-this way.

His eyes were pools of emotion and trickery and she stared into them, wondering what he could possibly be thinking.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

Without pausing, George leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. They were soft and warm, and inviting. He didn't know what he was doing, it was as if his lips didn't react to what his brain was doing. Which was panicking. A lot.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

He was kissing her! Hermione didn't know why she didn't pull away and slap him. Why did she kiss him back? Stop it Hermione! Slap him or something, anything but.. this?

AN: Thanks for reading! I know it's rubbish but I'll have the next chapter up soon!

It's my first fanfic so please - constructive criticism.