This is my second fanfic and another Hermione/George pairing! R&R for me and tell me what you think and if I should continue!

Thanks!

Full Sum:

How different would Hermione Granger's life be if she had met the Weasley clan at the age of four? And instead of meeting Harry and Ron first, she met the Weasley twins instead? What happens when she becomes best friends with the Weasley twins, and girls start to become jealous of her? Would she be totally different to the bookworm know-it-all we all know her to be?
This story answers all the questions!

Okay, you've read the summery, now go and read the story!

Pairing(s): George/Hermione, Fred/Angelina, Harry/Ginny
Genre: Romance, Friendship, Drama and a little bit of Humor
Rating: M (for mature themes, violence and language)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters ...

Love Of My Life
-x-

Chapter 1:
A New Beginning
-x-

"Hey, Gred?

"Yeah, Forge?"

A six year old George Fredrick Weasley turned to his identical twin brother, Fredrick George Weasley, with a confused expression on his cute, freckled face. His bright ocean blue eyes shone with curiosity as he asked his twin, "Do you see that little bushy haired girl over there?" When Fred nodded, now curious to what his brother had to say, George continued, "I've been watching her for at least half an hour, and she has been alone all that time!" He exclaimed as though it was the worst possible crime committed.

But then again he did have his twin by his side 24/7.

Fred looked in the direction of the cute, little bushy brown haired girl and nodded his head in agreement. He had also been watching the golden brown haired girl, and he pitied her for being alone. She really did look lonely. "Yes, dear twin of mine, I have noticed. Where are her parents? She must be very lonely!"

George, who had turned to look again at the pretty little girl sitting by herself, turned his head just enough to watch his twin out of the corner of his eye. "We could always change that, bother of mine." George grinned that same mischievous grin they had both been able to prefect since the age of two.

Fred also grinned mischievously and nodded his head in agreement, "Right you are, Forge. Lets go meet our new friend." Fred's grin only grew as he and his other half began walking toward the little girl.

The twins' family had decided - more like their Father had decided for them - that they should spend some time at a muggle beach today. Their Father had been so excited when he had announced his plans, that their Mother just couldn't say "no" to him. So, that was where they ended up two hours later.

The twins had already dunked a four year old Ron in the sea, had sun bathed - although they really didn't need to seeing as they either burn or just stay their natural pale color - and had built as many sandcastles as they could without using their Father's wand. They had been bored for a whole thirty minutes until George brought up the subject of the mysterious bushy haired girl, so it would keep them occupied for a while to meet and maybe make a muggle friend.

Merlin knows their Father would be delighted!

As they got closer, they saw a boy around their age walk up to the little amber eyed girl. They thought for a second that he was a friend or a family member for hers, but when he started jumping on her perfectly made sandcastle, making her cry, Fred and George ran over to the boy, ready to give him a piece of the Weasley's infamous temper.

As they got closer, they heard the boy laugh out in pure bliss, "Aww, what's wrong? Why's the ickle baby crying?" He mocked her, using a pathetic baby voice while he mocked her.

"Oi!" Fred shouted, successfully gaining the boys attention, along with the petite girl's attention too.

George ruffly pushed the boy off of the little girl's now wrecked sandcastle, making the chubby looking boy almost loose his footing. George's Weasley temper was getting the best of him. For some strange reason, he had a strong urge to protect this little girl, and he knew Fred had the same urge, too.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" George bellowed.

When the chubby boy got his footing back, his pudgy eyes glared at the identical twins and yelled, "What was that for?!" He obviously wasn't a bright little scholar, was he?

"What the hell do you mean "What was that for?"?! You bloody well know why my twin here pushed you!" Fred shouted, his face red with fury, and his twins face was exactly the same. "Don't pick on little girls, especially ones younger than you! Bloody coward!" Fred shouted, and the boy backed up a little. George's eye twitched when the boy said nothing.

"Well, what have you got to say for yourself?!" George finally shouted after two whole seconds of the boy staring at the three of them, his pudgy eyes wide with fright, and his mouth trembling slightly. It really wasn't nice to be the target of the infamous Weasley temper. The boy would think twice before bullying someone again, George was sure of it.

But when the boy finally opened his mouth and the words tumbled out, the boy wished he had kept his mouth shut, "I-It was just a bit o-of fun!"

George's head felt like it was about to explode with the amount of anger he felt at the chubby boy's words.

George didn't know why, but the urge to protect this bushy haired girl became stronger, and even though he had no idea what it meant, he wasn't going to ignore it. "Just a bit off fun, huh?! You mean bullying a four or five year old girl is a bit of fun to you?!" He shouted, letting his anger take over. "Well then, lets see how much fun it is bullying other people, yeah Gred?" George said, not even looking at his brother or the little girl as he stomped over to the boy and kicked sand in the boy's pudgy eyes.

The boy screamed a high-pitched, girly scream and cried out, "My eyes! Ahhh, it burns! Make it stop!"

George calmed down a bit as he took in the funny scene before him. The chubby boy was waddling around in small circles, his hands covering his watering eyes, and he kept sobbing out "My eyes! Ahh, it hurts!" until he finally tripped over his own feet and fell onto the sand. He opened his bloodshot eyes and managed to stare up at the twins as they grinned back at him.

"Now, unless you would like my dear twin brother to kick sand in you're eyes again, I suggest you leave." Fred said calmly, amusement dancing in his deep navy blue eyes.

The boy didn't need to be told twice and run- or more like woddled away from the trio, swearing to never bully anyone ever again.

The twins turned to each other and high-fived each other, and Fred laughed out, "Wow, Forge! I don't think I've ever seen you so angry before. But I must say, kicking the sand into his eyes was a bloody brilliant idea!" Fred clapped his brother on the back, and George grinned sheepishly at him. They had almost forgotten the reason why they had gotten into the fight in the first place, until they heard a little "Uh..."

They both turned at the same time and saw the little bushy brown haired girl wiping away the remaining tears falling from her sparkling amber eyes. "Umm..." She muttered again, "Thank you for getting rid of him. He was being really mean."

George grinned down at her and puffed out his chest and said in the deepest voice he could muster "It was no problem, milady."

Fred, not wanting to be left out, also puffed out his chest and deepened his voice, "Yes, no problem at all, milady."

George deflated his chest and glared at his twin. "You can't copy me! You already look like me, get you're own words!" George pouted at his twin, and Fred rolled his eyes at George.

"Its not my fault you look exactly like me! Blame Mom!" Fred bit back.

"No, you look like me!" George stated.

"No, dear brother, you have it all mixed up. It is you who looks like me! After all, I am four minutes older than you." Fred argued.

"That doesn't matter! You look li-" George stopped mid sentence when he heard a girlish giggle. He turned to the bushy haired girl, his twin doing the same thing, and saw her giggling behind one of her tiny hands, trying to muffle her giggling. "Find something funny?" George asked her, his eyes sparkling with happiness. He absolutely loved making people laugh, even if it means having to argue over petty little things with his twin.

"N-No." She giggled out, until she couldn't hold her laughter in any longer and laughed out loud. The two boys turned their heads and smiled at each other before looking back at the still laughing girl. Soon, all three of them were laughing, and George was vaguely aware of the small voice in the back of his head that whispered, 'She has a pretty laugh.'

The twins sat down on the other side of the now ruined castle when they had finally stopped laughing, and started building a castle, hoping the little girl didn't mind if they helped. And she didn't seem to, instead, she dug some more sand for the boys and helped them make the sandcastle.

After five minutes of silence, Fred broke it by asking, "So, what's you're name?"

The little girl looked up, a small smile on her face and her amber eyes shinning with joy of finally having someone to play with. "My name is Hermione. Hermione Granger. What's yours?" She asked, looking at both of them.

"I'm George Weasley, and this is Fred Weasley." Fred said, and George rolled his ocean blue eyes.

"He's only kidding. I'm George and he's Fred." George corrected so that the girl- Hermione, didn't get confused. Although he doubted she would ever be able to tell the difference between them.

She seemed to look over the both of them very carefully, taking her time with her observation, before she smiled at them and exclaimed happily, "You're both really funny. I wish I could meet more people like you. But, this is the first time I've been out since... since I was born. I like the beach. I hope my Daddy brings me back one day." She finished.

The boys stared wide eyed at her. This was the first time she has ever left her home? Was that normal in the muggle world? George mentally shook his head. Of course it wouldn't be normal in the muggle world! He could tell from the hundreds of people on the beach at this very moment. "Wait... this is the first time you have ever been outside you're home, like, ever?!" George asked, stunned.

Fred was stunned into silence.

Hermione frowned slightly in confusion and cocked her head to the side, making her look like a cute, bushy little puppy. "Well... yeah. My Daddy says its normal, though. He says I should be grateful that I even have a roof over my head." She replied as though she was talking about the weather.

Fred, finally finding his voice, said, "Why would he say that to you? He sounds horrible!"

Hermione's frown deepened slightly and said, "Well, my Daddy said that all children should be locked up, especially ungrateful little brats like myself." She shrugged, then asked curiously, "Why? Doesn't you're Daddy lock you up in you're room all day? I thought it was normal!"

George, with his eyes wide in astonishment by what he had just heard, answered her question with a dumbly answered, "Uhh, no?"

Hermione's frown only deepened, but as she went to open her mouth, Fred and George's Father walked over to them and smiled happily at them. Mr Weasley nor Fred saw Hermione cower slightly as Mr Weasley came closer, but George caught it, making him frown slightly in confusion. "Hello Fred and George, my Little Trouble Makers." Mr Weasley greeted his children warmly when he was close enough, "So, who's you're new friend?"

Fred smiled innocelty up at his Father and said, "Our new, and very lovely might I add, lady friend is the beautiful Hermione Granger."

Mr Weasley stretched his arm out for the little girl he now knew was named Hermione, waiting for her to shake his hand, but he quickly drew back when she cowered into George's arm, who was closest to her. "Umm... Hi?" Mr Weasley tried, but Hermione only berried her head further into George's arm.

"'Mione?" Fred asked, confused and using her new nickname he had just made up, "What's wrong? Its only our Dad. Its not like he's a pedophile or anything." Fred stated, which got him a disapproving stare from his Father with his choice of words.

George had taken to putting his arm reassuringly around Hermione's shoulder. "W-What do you mean he's only you're Daddy?" Hermione asked, her voice muffled from where it was berried in George's chest. "How can you talk to him without even being a little bit afraid of him?" She asked, bewildered. George stared at her, confusion clearly shown in his intense blue eyes, but then he remembered something she had said,

"My Daddy says I should be grateful that I even have a roof over my head... Daddy says that all children should be locked up, especially ungrateful little brats like myself."

"Mia..." George said, using his own nickname for her that he had just made up, "... Why would you be afraid of our Dad?"

Hermione looked up at George, her face showing her clear bafflement, and told him slowly, "Because all Daddy's hit their children. My Daddy told me so. He said that's why he hits me too... well apart from the fact that I'm weird."

George's eyes widened so much they took over half of his face and Fred's mouth hung agape and Mr Weasley gasped in shock and horror. "You're Dad... beats you?!" Fred asked.

Hermione blinked, wondering what was so wrong with it. After all, it was normal, right? "Well, yeah. Everyone's Daddy does." But, Hermione began to feel slightly sick when she saw all three red heads shake their heads sadly at her. But... But her Daddy wouldn't lie to her! Why else would he want to beat her up? 'Because you're not normal!' a voice in the back of her mind reminded her. "He lied to me, didn't he?" She whispered out, suddenly feeling depressed.

"I'm afraid so." Mr Weasley said sadly, "Would you... would you mind telling me if you have any... bruises?" He asked her quietly, not wanting to draw attention to those around them.

Hermione nodded her head once, now suddenly too ashamed to meet any of their kind eyes. So different from her Daddy's cold, hateful eyes.

"Would you mind coming with us? My wife, Fred and George's Mother, will have some special cream that will help get rid of the bruises." Mr Weasley asked. Hermione was hesitant at first. She may only be four years old, but she knew the dangers of going with strangers could lead to, but when she saw Fred and George's pleading eyes, she just couldn't say no, so she nodded her head once again and let Fred and George pull her up into a standing position.

"This way." The twins said together as they directed her in the direction their Mother was in, each twin holding their new friend's hand.

"Oh, you poor, poor dear!" Mrs Weasley once again cried out when she had finally finished putting the cream on Hermione's bruises- which had been a lot of bruises. Mrs Weasley pulled Hermione's long sleeved top back on and turned her worried eyes to her husband and her four out of seven children. "Honey, what are we going to do? We can't let her go back with her Father!" Mrs Weasley was in hysterics. Mr Weasley had explained to his wife quietly so that their youngest children - Ron and Ginny - didn't hear what had truly happened to Hermione.

"It doesn't matter." Hermione muttered sadly from where she was still sitting on the sand, tugging at one of her long sleeves as she spoke. "I've been waiting for my Daddy for hours. He said he was only going to get an ice-cream for me, but I've been waiting hours for him. He's not coming."

Mrs Weasley - once again - cried out "Oh, you poor, poor dear!" Before turning to her husband and dragging him away from the group of mostly red haired children. "What are we going to do, Arthur? We can't just leave her here! You heard her, her Father has abandoned his own child! Ohh, if I ever get my hands on him!" She threatened to no one in particular.

Arther sighed sadly and said, "I wish there was something we could do. If she was a witch, then we could take her home. I'm sure she wouldn't mind, especially since she has just made friends with our twins... but she's a muggle..."

George, who had overheard the whole conversation, stomped up to his Mother and Father and cried, "I don't care if she his a muggle or a witch! She needs our help and needs a home! She should be welcomed at our home!" George threw his hands up in the air, clearly upset.

"George." Mr Weasley began warningly, "You know we can't...-"

Before Mr Weasley could say any more, the three of them heard Fred ask, loudly, "So, 'Mione, I remember you saying that you're D-... I-I mean... he thinks that you're weird. Why does... he think you're weird? You seem pretty normal to me."

Hermione looked up at Fred and wondered if she should tell them. 'Why not? They already know my Daddy beats me anyway...' She thought before explaining, "Well, my Daddy says I'm not normal because I can levitate things by just thinking about it. I guess it is weird when you think about it, and before I accidentally blew up a tea cup... by mistake!" Hermione cried out at the end when Fred started snickering.

Mrs Weasley turned to her husband with hopeful eyes, and Mr Weasley turned to his wife with a big smile on his face, "She's a muggleborn." He stated, making Mrs Weasley bounce up and down in her spot, happy to have another daughter.

"Does that mean she's going to stay with us?!" George said hopefully. He didn't know why, but he really wanted Hermione to stay at the Burrow. He wanted to be able to see her every day for the rest of his life...

"Yes, son." Mr Weasley said, and George "Woohoo"-ed in response, then ran over to Hermione, his other half and the rest of his siblings to tell them the good news.

Hermione stood outside the twins bedroom door, getting ready to knock. Just a few hours ago she had been happily greeted into the Weasely family by the last three members of the family, the older siblings, Bill, Charlie and Percy. And she had to admit, she had never met such nice people... but then again she has only ever been in her Mother and Father's company, and that wasn't the best example, anyway.

Hermione has to share a room with Molly's - or Mrs Weasley as Hermione had first called her - only daughter, Ginny, who was only one year younger than her. Her and Ginny got on greatly, but for some reason, when she went to get comfort from Ginny after a nightmare she had of her Father, she found out that she still couldn't get to sleep, so here she was now, hoping the twins wouldn't mind if she slept in their room for tonight only.

Knock. Knock.

Hermione only had to wait for a few seconds before the door opened. "Hermione?" One of them asked.

"Um..." Hermione started, suddenly shy. "Hi George... I was wondering if maybe, um, well... you see I had a nightmare... and I tried going to Ginny for comfort, but that, ah, didn't exactly work..." She was talking complete and utter nonsense and she knew it, but before she could just give up and go back to her own bed, George smiled at her and asked,

"Do you want to sleep with us tonight, Mia?"

She blushed and nodded, "If you and Fred don't mind."

George's smile grew and he opened the door a little wider for her to pass through. She did, and smiled when she saw Fred hanging off the side of his bed, smiling lazily at her. "I didn't wake you, did I?" She asked in concern. She didn't want to be any more of a burden than she already was. She knew she must be annoying, and she was suddenly having second thoughts about coming. What if they didn't really want her here? She really wanted to be their friends.

Fred smiled at her. "Nah. We were just talking about you, by the way." Fred said cheekily, winking at his twin who blushed lightly.

"Oh?" She asked with a small smile on her face, but inside she was hoping to every God she had ever heard of that it was nice things.

George, after managing to control his blush, nodded his head and muttered out a "Uh huh." He then threw his arm around her small shoulders and reassured her, "But don't worry, we were just talking about how good it is to have a new friend."

Hermione smiled, "Friend?"

Fred and George nodded, and Hermione smiled even wider. "Well then, friends, how about we all get some shuteye? I'm really tired and I'd like to be able to get up at a decent time tomorrow to help Molly with breakfast... its the least I can do for everything she and Arthur have done for me."

The boys nodded and the trio moved over to George's bed. George was laying on his back with Hermione half on top of him, and Fred was spooning Hermione with an arm thrown over both Hermione and his twin brother. "Hey, Mia?" George whispered.

"Hmm?" She answered.

"How did you know it was me who opened the door?" He asked curiously. His twin was also waiting for a response.

Hermione smiled cheekily at them and said, "Maybe, if you're good enough, I'll tell you at Christmas... It can be you're Christmas present!" She laughed out, and the boys tried to protest, but she would hear none of it, "Goodnight, boys." Hermione whispered, and she was glad the boys decided to let it go this one time.

"Goodnight, 'Mione."

"'Night Mia."

Just before Hermione fell into her first ever peaceful sleep, she thought to herself with a small smile on her face, 'I think I'm going to like it here...'

Well, that's the first chapter. Like it? Hate it? R&R and tell me if I should continue. Reviews make me feel good, which makes me update faster!

Thanks for reading!

x- Twilight -x