Chapter Two For Her
Hermione leaned down to help George back into the chair.
"George are you all right?" Hermione asked, concern falling over he pretty features. "I…um…er..yeah. Just a bit of a shock I guess. I thought I was needed for..a…uh..another mission."
"Oh but you are Mr. Weasley, you mission is to keep Ms. Granger safe. I job I know you are more then capable of doing." He said with a little twinkle in his eye.
"I just am a bit stunned, Hermione is a barely 18 year old brilliant, beautiful witch and I sir, well I am a 20 year old trouble maker who owns a joke shop." Hermione found herself blushing at his comments.
"George you are the perfect candidate for this mission, I am sure your father has enlightened you to the law that is about to be passed by the minister. You are not only a respected and valiant member of the Order but part of a family that Ms. Granger already considers her own. If it weren't for you George, Hermione my find herself in the company of a now or future Death Eater, which is a fate I do not wish on anyone."
"I would never let that happen."
George said more to himself but the other two both heard it. Hermione's heart leapt at the thought that he did really care for her. With one swift graceful motion George was one his knee in front of Hermione. She felt her body tense. He gathered her small hands in his larger ones, which we slightly ruff from all the Quidditch.
"Hermione, I know you would have never chosen me to be you husband, but if you will let me I would love for you to be my wife. I will do everything in my power to protect you from anything that wishes you harm and be the best husband I can and do my best to be the husband you deserve. Will you have me?"
To say that Hermione was shocked is probably the understatement of the year. Utterly flabbergasted would be a closer description. Had those words really left those lips? George Weasley, one half of the red head chaos team that was a constant thorn in her side, with changing second years into canneries and Merlin knows what else. Since when was he such and eloquent speaker?
'Hold the blugger did I really just say all that?' George thought. He was never the twin with the smooth talkin' skills. George looked up and saw her chewing on her lip, a tell tale sign she was deep in thought. Did she hate him? Was she just overwhelmed?
Soon she saw the falter in his eyes, fear of her utter disgust and rejections of him. She raised her cinnamon eyes to meet his clear blue ones,
"I would love to George."
She said with has most confidence she could muster. A smile soon lit-up his lovely freckled face and he kissed each one of her hands. A slight shiver passed through the two of them which the headmaster noted as a good sign.
"Well George I think it best that you and Hermione break the news to the family. Hermione I give you along with Ron, Harry and Ginny permission to go back to the Burrow tonight to explain everything. You two better gather the rest you may floo to the Head Girls room and then to the Common room. Hermione you should pack to stay the night at the Burrow. Tomorrow you will need to head over to the ministry to get a proper proposal papers. Goodnight and best of luck, to the both of you." With a gentle smile from the headmaster the two made there way to the fireplace.
"I had no idea you could floo into the Head Rooms." Said George
"Dumbledore made it so I could travel in case of an emergency. It doesn't work like a regular floo though; you need a password before you can say the destinations or else you end up, well someplace unpleasant."
"Let me guess your password." George made a show of going into the 'beyond' "Ah, yes I see a large tome. Yes its pages crinkled with use. Your password is Hogwarts a History." George said with a smile on his lips. He knew this would make Hermione mad, never say a bad thing about hat book around her unless you wanted trouble, and he is George Weasley. Hermione looked up at him with disbelief.
"How in the world did you find out!"
"Huh?" replied George
"How did you know that was my password, I haven't told anyone except a few professors."
"You mean I was right? That was just a guess."
They just stared mutely at one another until Dumbledore's voice broke their concentration.
"Maybe you should get going before it gets dark?" he asked.
"Oh right." Said Hermione she reached into the pouch hanging next to the hearth. George noticed the color in her cheeks pale slightly.
"Hermione are you okay, you look a bit sick?"
"Oh yes I am fine I am just not a big fan of using a floo, or broom for that matter."
"Magical transportation not a favorite of my dear Hermione? Don't worry, we can floo together just hold on to me."
'His dear' was she now thought Hermione as she looked into the fire place them back at George. "Okay." She replied
"Great, let's go." He stepped into the large fireplace and opened up his arms.
"Well are you coming or am I going alone?"
"I am coming you great prat hold on. " She stepped into his embrace. As his arms enclosed her she threw the floo powder and clear said. "Hogwarts a History Head Girl Dorm." Hermione buried her face in George's shirt as they were engulfed in green flames.
Dumbledore watch the young couple disappear into the flames. A smile on his lips and familiar twinkle in his blue eyes showed his happiness. Flawks flew down to settle on his master's knee. "I see the prophecy unfolding my pet.
" He said with another smile and the phoenix nodded with a deep hoot.
