Things were getting heated between the two. George knew it was wrong, ickle Ronnie-kins had a crush on this person he was snogging with. But it felt so right. The two teenagers had their lips smashed together, as if they had glue on their lips. There was just not enough skin for George to kiss. The girl started running her fingers through George's red hair while George locked his hands firmly on her hips.

"George," she moaned.

Hermione wrapped her arms around George's neck. She opened her mouth to say something.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!" she yelled.

"AH!" George shot up in his bed. He looked over at his Muggle clock. It was making the same noise Hermione had. George reached out and flung it at the wall.

"Screw that," he thought. He had started using it so he would wake up before 1:00 pm, but it usually just made George angry.

George reached for the fire whiskey that was almost always on the bed side table, but then he remembered that Hermione threw it all away. He started contemplating whether he wanted to go buy some more, but he didn't feel like going out into public. Besides, Hermione had asked him to stop drinking.

Hermione.

Ever since she came and helped George that much, George had started having dreams about when they were secretly hooking up during their time at Hogwarts. They were love sick. They even had a system for when they wanted "alone-time". Hermione would say she had homework, or she wanted to get extra-credit because she missed one point on a test, or something Hermione-ish. Five minutes later George would make up an excuse, something like he needed to steal a potion for a new product. He would go into the hallway push on the nose of the seventh statue down, a passage way Fred and him had found that wasn't on the Marauder's Map. Hermione would be in there, patiently waiting. That's when they started.

The dreams always ended the same way. Hermione or something (or someone) else would open their mouths and make that horrible noise of the alarm clock right when things got especially hot. Then George would wake up.

George had started becoming attracted to Hermione around his sixth year, when Hermione's teeth shrunk and her curves started becoming more noticeable. George didn't just like her for her body though. He liked her for her humor, too.

Yea. Hermione Granger had a sense of humor. And a good one, too. George was always cracking jokes so he could hear her amazing laugh, which she always tried to cover up. They didn't get to talk enough though, since they were keeping their relationship a secret. Well, that and the snogging.

They broke up when Hermione realized she still had feelings for Ron. George acted like everything was okay, but it killed him inside. He didn't look at any girl like that for almost two months.

And now Hermione was back in George's life. If Fred was still there, George would have been overly excited. He would have been using every trick in the book to win Hermione back. It would have been okay, though, because Ron and Hermione broke up about one-and-a-half years ago. They just fought all the time.

"Hermione and I wouldn't have fought," George thought.

But George wasn't trying to win her back, because he wasn't feeling happiness.

Just depression.

Hermione was teaching her class.

She had moved George completely out of her mind. She was focused on the Arithmancy lesson she was currently teaching.

Well, she was focused on it, until an owl tapped on her window bearing a message from Ginny.

Hermione,

Harry is working and I need to baby sit Teddy today. Can you please watch George tonight?

Please reply soon!

-Ginny

Hermione sighed.

She didn't hate watching George; she just hated that she would most likely get behind on her grading. Hermione took out a piece of parchment and quickly wrote a reply, saying that she would, attached it to the owl's leg, and let it out the window.

But Hermione had been thinking a lot about George lately, and their fling during school. Maybe Hermione still had feelings for him. Maybe she would want him back

Hermione was still lost in thought until one of her students coughed.

"Um, Professor Granger, you were just teaching us the numbers to predict a future involving someone's name," said one of Hermione's favorite third year students, Amelia Branstone.

"Oh, y-yes, thank you Miss Branstone," Hermione stammered. She was still thinking about George though.

She wished that four o' clock would either come sooner, or not come at all.

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A/N: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS, MRS. JK ROWLING DOES.

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