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The Favour – Part Two

How was he supposed to act like all was normal?

For today was a far normal. How often did your little brothers best friend come into your bedroom, and ask you to make love to her? It wasn't an everyday occurrence that's for sure.

And now, he was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting somewhat anxiously for her to arrive. He was watching the table steadily grow fuller and fuller, soon leaving the only available seats next to Fred and himself. Angelina had gone upstairs to go the bathroom, but she would no doubt reoccupy the seat next to Fred. So leaving the only space next to him.

He wasn't blind. He had noticed the odd looks that Fred had been giving him, he was trying to be his usual self, but the events of the night before had thrown him for a loop. He was perfectly fine yesterday, but one night had changed his entire thought process. It hadn't been his first time, not by a long shot. Not that there had been lots of girls passing through his bed, he had been semi-serious with Alicia for a while before they had left towards the end of their final year.

Now the earth did not move last night, but he had made sure that it had been good for Hermione. He didn't remember his first time all that fondly, sure it felt good for him, but he was pretty sure that it wasn't for Alicia. The Quidditch shed didn't exactly inspire romance, and being his first time he didn't know what he was doing, but over time it had gotten a lot better, and he had lasted a lot longer than five minutes.

He was surprised by the emotions that last night had brought to the surface within him. If he was being completely honest, he hadn't given Hermione a whole lot of thought prior to last night. She had always just been Ron' friend. A bit of a pain she was really, always wanting to do the right thing. Which had interfered a great deal with Fred and his plans to test their products at Hogwarts.

He nearly felt like laughing last night when she had propositioned him, but then he saw the look on her face, and saw that she was serious, deadly serious. His heart had gone out to her. Fred and himself had always done what they wanted, when they wanted. Sure he didn't want to die, there still was a lot of stuff he wanted to do, but he could imagine how Hermione felt. Sure he had done a lot, but like Hermione he still had a lot he wanted to do. It was all he could do to help Hermione achieve something off her list.

Angelina came in then, sitting down next to Fred, pulling him out of his musings. He was puzzled by the look she gave him, it was like she was studying him, trying to figure out what was going on in his head. Strange.

And then she sat down next to him. Bloody hell, what was he supposed to do now? Brewing up all of his Gryffindor courage, he turned to her.

"Good morning," he said, pleased that his voice stayed even.

"Morning," she answered.

George scrambled for a thing to say next, and then he spotted the dish in front of him. "Eggs?" He asked.

"Thanks," she said, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned to Bill, and tried join the conversation, but they were talking wedding things, fun.

He should just talk to her. Get it out of the way. Just make a small step, that's all it needed. It would make it so much easier. Take away the awkwardness.

Turning back to her, "Sleep well?" He cursed himself, could he be anymore impersonal.

"Yes, you?" she answered.

"Wonderfully," and then his own body shocked him, his hand worked its way to her lap, and took hold of her hand. Her hand felt so small in his, and so soft. His thumb started rubbing hers. Smiling inwardly he turned back to Bill, and started talking Quidditch.

Am I to heavy?

No, it's fine...

Really? I don't want to squash you…

George it's fine, really…

After a very unfruitful meeting with Fred about the shop, he decided to go for a fly around the field to try and clear his head. And it was working till he heard someone yelling at him, he looked down and could just make out the figure on the ground. He flew down a few metres of the ground.

"Angelina," he greeted. "What can I do for you?"

"Well George Weasley," she said with some anger in her voice, "You can go inside and talk to Hermione, you inconsiderate jackass."

"What? Why? Is something wrong?"

"Other than the fact that you've hardly said two words to her since last night, nothing." She said, "I just think it would be good of you to go and talk to her, just to let her know that everything is all right. It must be confusing enough for her, what happened between you two last night, and now not knowing how you are feeling towards her."

"Okay," he said, "I'll go talk to her later…"

"No George, you will go now."

"Fine," he said, flying off to the broom shed.

I'm sorry…

Why?

You didn't…you haven't…

I didn't honestly expect to my first time…

After the discussion with Angelina, George headed inside. It would more than likely be awkward, but it needed to be done, sooner rather than later. If he was feeling this confused, and anxious, well he could only imagine how she was feeling. She would more than likely be in the living room, the three of them had been in there reading old books for some reason that they weren't disclosing.

The atmosphere in the lounge was decidedly tense, that was what he noticed. Hermione was the only one reading. Harry and Ron were playing some chess, while Ginny was pretending to read. He stood in the doorway for a moment watching them all. Every few moments Ginny would look at Harry, and then she'd quickly go back to the book. Then Harry would look at Ginny, and then he would go back to the chessboard. No one really knew why those two had broken up. They hadn't talked about it. But it was pretty obvious that it wasn't a happy break up, and that they wanted to get back together.

He stepped into the room, and Hermione looked up at him, and her face froze. They hadn't spoken at all since breakfast that morning.

"Hey George," Ron said, "Give you a game of chess? Harry is too darn easy to beat," he laughed.

"Hey!" Harry protested.

"It's true mate," Ron said casually, "So, what about it?"

"No thanks bro, just wanted to chat to Hermione for a bit," he said looking at her.

The colour seemed to drain from her face, "Hermione? Why?" Ron asked.

"Business stuff," he answered, "Need a better brain, that's all."

She nodded, and put her bookmark in her place, and got up, "Be back soon," she said, leading him out into the hall.

He looked around, and saw Bill heading back into the house, so he pulled her into the closet, and sealed the little space, they needed some privacy for this discussion.

Turning back, he looked at her in the faint light. "I'm sorry…" he began.

"For what?"

"I should have came and talked to you earlier," he said sitting on an overturned pot, "I've been in a weird space today."

"Me too," she admitted, sitting down next to him.

"What are we going to do? People are going to pick up on something, Angelina has already confronted me, and it wont take Fred long." He said.

"Angelina figured it out beforehand, but I have no idea what to do…" she admitted.

"You don't regret it? Do you?" He asked warily.

"No," she insisted, "Not at all, it was perfect for my first time, it was better than I ever imagined it would be," she finished putting one of his hands between hers.

"Well that is a relief," he said, "I guess we go back to what we were before."

Hermione laughed, "And what exactly were we before? We were hardly even friends, I think we'd be more than friends now."

"Well…" he said, thinking it over, "I'd like to get to know you, you aren't looking for a boyfriend or anything like that are you?"

"No," she said with a smile, "But a friend would be nice."

"Brilliant," giving her a big grin, "Would you like to come to the shop with me today? We are making some new products, could use your smarts."

"Alright," she said smiling back up at him, "Be nice to get out the house for awhile."

"Okay," he hopped of the pot, and pulled her up, once again his body acted without previous thought, and he put his arms around her, hugging her close.

"Thankyou for last night," she whispered into his shirt.

"That's okay," he said, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

She looked up at him, and he leaned down and quickly kissed her lips.

"Friends?" Hermione asked.

"Friends."

I should go.

Just stay for a bit longer.

I don't want your mum to notice I'm not there.

I'll set the alarm, so that doesn't happen.

Okay…

♥Thanks to all who reviewed the previous part, very much appreciated. So good to know that even if I wasn't that happy with it, others were.

♥I don't know what I'm doing with this story, I never intended to write another part. That in mind, this may be it, I really don't know, hopefully the way I left it, if I don't continue, it gives it some closure.