Hi guys!
I'm back. Today I delated a lot of my stories, because I'm not really pleased with them...I'll try to edit them and post them again in the future.
For now, I have a Hermione/George story for you...I don't know yet where this story will lead me, maybe it will even stay a oneshot... I'll wait and see how you like it...
Keep in mind that I'm not a native speaker & that I DO NOT OWN HAARY POTTER! ;)
Chapter 1
One year…the war was over for exactly one year. Before everything was over, a lot of people thought that when it was, everything would be perfect again. That they wouldn't have to fear anything anymore and that their lives would finally be the way they imagined. But they were wrong. Yes, the war was over, but that didn't mean that all of their problems suddenly disappeared or that their lives miraculously turned perfect.
No, it wasn't like that at all. People didn't reckon that they could lose somebody very close to them. Someone they loved unconditionally – a friend, a partner, a child. Moving on from that, wasn't easy. It was hard and you could either decide to fight and try to move on as well as in any way possible or you could decide to just give up.
They all dealt with pain differently. Some would try to achieve great things in life, trying to make their loved ones proud, some would just act as if nothing was wrong, succumbing to the pain at night in private, others would try to make others laugh and yet others would be angry, letting all of the pain out.
So, no, not everything was perfect after the war…
The celebrations were going on around Hermione, but she felt really out of place. Of course, she was happy that the war was over for one year now and that they could all live without constantly fearing to die any minute. But not everything was fine, just because Voldemort was dead. They lost so many people and Hermione was constantly reminded of it.
A lot changed in that one year for Hermione. She did a lot of things nobody expected of her. A new haircut just being the start and the most unimportant change out of all of them. She had a long talk with Ron, both realizing that even though they loved each other very much, they loved each other more like a brother and a sister would. So they decided to be friends.
Everyone expected her to either continue her education at Hogwarts or get a position at the ministry, but Hermione decided against both. Instead, she accepted a very surprising job offer, from no one other than George Weasley.
George reopened the shop soon after all of the funerals were over. It was his way of dealing with his grief. Trying to make other people laugh.
Hermione admired him for it and decided that she wanted to be a part of it. Doing more good with that than with any position at the ministry. Somewhere along the way she fell in love with him. Starting with a small crush, which turned into much more after she spent more and more time with him.
She didn't tell him about it. Of course she didn't. She didn't want to make it awkward, not wanting to lose his friendship, because it meant a lot to her. There were times, Hermione thought that George felt the same about her, but she couldn't be sure, so she forgot about it out of fear.
Hermione poured herself a glass of Firewhiskey and left the crowded room to sit outside in peace. She moved out into the backyard and took a few steps away from the house. She had a specific destination in mind and realized as she came nearer to the big oak tree, that there was already someone sitting there. It was George. Hermione thought about turning around and going back to the house, but decided against it.
She cautiously walked closer to him and made her presence known.
"Hey, am I disturbing you?" she asked him.
He looked up startled before replying "No, of course not. Sit down." And patted the space beside him on the ground.
"What are you doing here?" he asked her.
"Probably had the same idea as you." she said, eying the glass of Firewhiskey he held and continued "It got a little bit too much in there, I wanted some peace and quiet."
George nodded and drank some of the whiskey. They didn't say anything for some time until he quietly said "I miss him."
"I know." she whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder.
They drank their Firewhiskey without talking much. There were no words needed. As Hermione's glass was empty, George asked "You want another one?"
"Hmm, yes, but I don't want to go back."
George grinned and grabbed behind him to reveal a bottle of Firewhiskey he hid behind the tree.
"You took a whole bottle with you?!" Hermione asked, chuckling. He grinned and poured them both another glass.
Not much later they were quiet tipsy, joking and laughing with each other. Enjoying their time away from the celebration.
"Thank you." George said all of a sudden.
"For what?" Hermione asked confused.
"For always knowing how to cheer me up. For working with me. For being my friend." he answered.
"You don't need to thank me, George." she said and leaned into him.
He moved to get a better look at her and moved closer. He leaned his forehead against hers and whispered "Why are we still pretending?"
"What do you mean?" she asked breathlessly.
"You know what I mean…"
They looked at each other before George closed the remaining space between them and kissed her. He tasted of Firewhiskey and something uniquely George. The kiss was soft and slow, putting all of the emotions they had for each other into it.
After what felt like hours, they broke apart, looking at each other.
"So…" George said.
"So…" Hermione said, before they both started chuckling.
"That was surprising." Hermione mumbled, as they slowly stopped laughing.
"Was it?" George asked, taking her hand in his. Hermione nodded.
"Yes, I didn't expect you would feel the same way…"
"Now you know." George told her, putting some hair that fell into her face back behind her ear.
They fell into a comfortable silence again, before Hermione's eyes widened suddenly "Where am I going to work?"
George looked confused, before he got the chance to ask what she meant, Hermione continued "I mean, we can't really work together now, can we? I mean it can be difficult working together as friends, but when there are more than friendly feelings involved it's even more difficult." Hermione rambled.
"Hermione, breathe!" George exclaimed "Listen, we are working together now for almost a year and we are good at working together. More than good actually. And the more than friendly feelings between us don't only exist since today, Hermione and that didn't stop us from working together. We are a team – a bloody amazing team, if you ask me and as far as I'm concerned, we will continue to be a team, just with some added feelings." he said, smiling at her and calming her down.
"Sorry…you know me, sometimes I think too much." Hermione mumbled.
"That's more than okay." George said and kissed her, grabbing her around the waist to pull her on his lap to gain better access to her mouth. From there, he wandered down her cheek to her neck and then her collarbone, where he apparently hit a sensitive spot, because Hermione moaned quietly. George grinned into her skin.
"Don't be so smug about it." Hermione said.
"You know me…" George only said, before pecking her lips and asking "You want another Firewhiskey or do you want to go back to the party?"
"Do you want to go back to the party?" Hermione replied and George got serious again.
"Not really."
"Then we won't go." Again, they sat in comfortable silence, only this time, Hermione sat on George's lap and he stole kisses from time to time. The music from the party could still be heard where they sat.
"I love that song." Hermione said, as the song changed.
"Well then, my lady, let's dance!" George said and stood up, pulling Hermione with him.
"George!" Hermione exclaimed, but George had his arms already wrapped around her and was spinning to the music. He twirled her around and dipped her. Hermione giggled and laughed and George chuckled.
As the song came to an end, they slowed down, but still swayed a little bit.
"That was fun." Hermione said. George nodded, smiled and leaned down to kiss her.
"I didn't know that you were such a good dancer." Hermione said.
"I'm a man of many talents." he told her, grinning. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You want to go to your place? We could watch a movie if you want…" Hermione asked.
George nodded "Yeah, I would like that. Let's go."
Soooo...what do you think?