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Chapter 3

"George, where are we going?" Hermione asked as George lead her through the corridors of Hogwarts. George turned and winked at her, making her blush. Her hand felt so soft in his, George never realised how soft a girls hands were, he was enjoying the feeling of her skin against his. George led Hermione up the stairs all the way to the fourth floor.

"Why are we at the library?" Hermione asked as he quietly tried the door.

"Shhhh."George replied as he produced his wand from his dress robes.

"Alohomora" he whispered and the door clicked open.

"Come on," he grinned pulling Hermione into the library and closing the door.

"George seriously, why are we here?" she asked putting her hands on her hips.

He laughed slightly at the site of her, "because you don't deserve to be sat at the bottom of a staircase on Christmas day crying your eyes out because of what my stupid brother did. And besides the library is your favourite place."

"How did you know?"

"Hermione, you spend most of your time here is what kind of obvious." He laughed.

She smiled and walked over to one of the bookshelves.

"Hermione I may not be the smartest wizard of our age, but I know when a girl is upset." A tear slowly guided down her cheek.

"Tell me what's wrong." He said walking over to her and putting his hand on her shoulder.

"I just. I thought that tonight was going to be different. Tonight was going to go the way I thought it would and I would go to bed smiling rather than crying on the staircase. This has been my worst Christmas." She sobbed.

"Come on Hermione it hasn't been that bad. You have a lovely dress, everyone couldn't take their eyes off you, you had the best seeker in the world on your arm and you look gorgeous." He said putting his arm around her.

She looked up at him. "Really?"

"Really. Speaking of Krum what happened to him?"

"Oh he disappeared after we had drinks, I tried to find him and that's when I ran into Ron. He's probably off with someone else by now. To be honest I don't really mind." She said still looking sad.

"Hey," George said pulling her into a hug, "Don't cry Hermione. Don't listen to Ron, he's a prat, I should know I'm his brother. He's not worth you crying over. You looked heavenly tonight, hell you're the brightest witch of our age, and everyone says it. You could beat his ass at an exam every day."

Hermione began to laugh, "Well everything except flying."

He looked down at her lifting her chin with his hand.

"I'll teach you, I'll have you playing quidditch in no time." He grinned.

"Thank you George." She laughed.

"Come on, I'll walk you back to the common room." He said taking her hand again and leading her out of the library.

"What happened to your date?" Hermione asked as they walked up the staircases.

"Umm I think she went off with a Durmstrang, no big loss to be honest I think she was more interested in Fred and settled for me. Fred's always been the ladies' man, but they settle for me because we're identical and they think our personalities are too." He sighed.

"You're not identical, Fred is more of the leader, but you are more sympathetic as just demonstrated. Also Fred is a lot goofier than you though you are equally funny. Also when people are upset you try to cheer them up whereas Fred makes a big joke about it. And your right Fred is always around a few girls. Also you have a little bump on the top of your nose." She replied smiling a little at the bump comment.

"You seemed to have studied us very well Granger." He laughed. "Am I really all those things?"

"Of course you are! Making me feel better tonight proved it. George you are a kind, funny and wonderful wizard who any woman would be lucky to have."

They had reached the common room and the door to the girl's dormitory.

"Thank you for making my evening George." She said leaning up and giving him a light peck on the cheek.

He blushed, "Anytime Hermione," And she disappeared off to bed.

George jumped into bed feeling on top of the world, he had had a kiss (if only on the cheek) by a clever, beautiful witch. He thought about how angelic Hermione had looked as she glided down the stairs in her ruffled blue dress highlighting her pale porcelain skin. He had watched her dance with Krum and wished that it was him who was holding her in his arms and twirling her gracefully round the dance floor. He'd never felt this way about anyone before. Yes, he had had girlfriends,' not as many as Fred of course', he laughed to himself. But none of them compared to the connection he felt when Hermione was in his arms, resting her head on his chest as he stroked her long brunette hair. He knew then in that moment that he had to get to know Hermione more, to know the girl behind the book.

Hermione had never felt happier despite her little argument with Ron and Krum vanishing into thin air. George had made her feel better, told her thinks that no man had ever said to her. She thought about all the times she had spent with the Weasley's and realized that she was right George had always been kind to her and stuck up for her whenever Ron or anyone else had hurt her. Especially when Malfoy called her a 'mudblood', George was shocked. According to Fred and Ron he had a rant saying how he was going to curse Malfoy for saying that. But Hermione had always thought they were joking until now. George was different from his twin, he was different from everyone, and as Hermione fell gently to sleep she longed to get to know George better.

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