I own nothing; it's all JK Rowling's. Boo Hoo
Hermione was sitting in Ginny's room, thinking about the run they'd went on the night before. Everyone else had been playing Quidditch. Last night had been the first night that George had been able to run the entire run; both ways. They had taken a nice, long break at the pond, looking at the sunset, then laying down and gazing at the starts. For Hermione, however, the entire evening had been ruined by the way back. They'd never gotten to fly, not even a little bit. Not only did she miss flying – which with George's help she'd grown to like – but she'd also missed wrapping her hands around George's waist to "stay on." Earlier in the summer, he'd shown her now to stay on without holding his waist, but Hermione had claimed that she "didn't feel safe" when she wasn't holding on to his waist. By that time Hermione had grown to enjoy her arms hugging George.
"What! No!" Hermione mentally slapped herself. "You shouldn't be thinking about that! BAD THOUGHTS! Stop that!"
After Hermione had thoroughly mentally slapped herself, she re-examined why she had been thinking those thoughts. She shuddered.
"In the words of Scarlett O'Hara," she thought, "I'll think about that later." She looked around Ginny's room. She had never really examined it before. Ginny had a small white desk, next to a set of drawers. Then was a night stand, and her bed. In the wall opposite that was a small closet, filled with shelves, hangers and clothes. On her night stand, Ginny had a picture of all the Weasley children in Egypt, all in front of a pyramid. They were all covered in freckles from the sun, and it looked like they all had a tan. Starting from the left was Mr. Weasley, hugging his wife, who was hugging Ginny. On Ginny's other side was George, Fred, Ron, Percy, Charlie, and then Bill. All were waving frantically.
"Engorgio," Hermione muttered. The picture grew to twice its original size, and Hermione could better see George. It was a good photo. She pointed her wand at the photo after taking it out of the frame. First she replicated it, placing the original back in the frame. Then, muttering "Diffindo" she cut out everyone except George and vowed to always keep the photo with her.
"C'mon, George, you're being slow," Hermione shouted through Fred and George's door.
"Be down in a couple minutes," George shouted back. Hermione shook her head.
"I'm heading out; you can catch up whenever on the broom. I'll wait at the pond."
Hermione ran all the way to the pond by herself. George never caught up with her. She sat for a while, and then finally lay down to get a better look at the sky. However, she soon got tired of staring at the sky, not being able to focus on its beauty because of George's absence. She sat up and looked behind her; she couldn't see any movement in the woods.
After thoroughly checking the woods, Hermione took out the little picture of George that had been in her pocket. Gazing at his face, she felt her stomach flutter. Smiling, she kissed his forehead. She loved that picture.
"Hermione," a voice said behind her. "Why do you have a picture of me?"
George was sitting in a tree behind where Hermione was sitting. He'd had a harder time getting up there than usual, because he didn't want to ruin his shirt or tie, so he'd landed up here, off of his broom. "Shirt and tie." That's what Fred had told him after George told him told him what he wanted.
Flashback"I want her to notice me, Fred. I want her to really notice me." Fred spun around at his twin's voice. George had been moping around all day, and as his twin, Fred knew George would tell him eventually. Fred checked the hall for Lee, who had been sent down to help Mrs. Weasley identify his socks out of the laundry pile. No one was there.
"Who?" Fred said. "Who do you want to notice you?" George opened his mouth to say something when there was a knock on the door.
Hermione's voice drifted through the door. "C'mon, George, you're being slow."
George nodded his head at the door, mouthed "her" at Fred and yelled, "Be down in a couple minutes."
"I'm heading out, you can catch up whenever. I'll wait at the pond." Fred and George heard Hermione walk down the stairs.
After checking the stairs to make sure Hermione was all the way down, Fred closed the door and spoke.
"Her? You like Hermione?" George looked down at his hands that were in his lap and muttered something about her. Fred could swear he caught the words "hot," "top," and "running." He grinned.
"Well," Fred said aloud, "I find that a shirt, tie and nice jeans are a perfect way to melt girls' knees. Then all you've got to do is catch her when her knees give away, and you've got yourself a girl." Fred had closed his eyes, and when he was finished speaking, he opened then. He looked around for George, and saw him already rummaging through their closet. Fred chuckled.
Fifteen minutes later, George was on his broom slowly making his way to the pond. He didn't want to catch up to Hermione until she was at the pond. Fred had said the "art of surprise" melted knees the quickest.
End Flashback
George had come out of his hiding place in the tree when he was Hermione kissing the picture she had pulled out of her pocket. He had to see who it was. "Her parents, surely," he thought, half wishing it was true, half knowing it was not. He snuck up behind her and saw the picture was…of him. It was a cut-out of the picture for the Prophet of them all in Egypt. Momentarily forgetting that Hermione had just been kissing his picture, he asked, "Hermione…why do you have a picture of me?"