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A Favour

Part Four

Hermione shifted a little in her sleep, hearing footsteps coming up the stairs. It must be Mrs Weasley, she thought to herself. Breakfast must be ready, time to get up. Going to roll over she was restrained by the arm that was around her waist. George.

That meant they weren't at the Burrow, it wasn't morning, and this wasn't her bed. They were in the upstairs of the shop.

"Shit…shit…shit," Hermione mumbled, forcefully pulling his arm away, and turning, "George," she said insistently, "Wake up," Hermione breathed a quick sigh of relief when he woke up.

"Hey," he said groggily, "What's up?"

"Someone is here," she said simply, climbing off the bed, and searching for her clothes.

"What!" He exclaimed, jumping up, and grabbing his trousers, pulling them up quickly, "How do you know?"

"I heard them on the steps," she answered, pulling her top down, "It can only be Fred, right?" she asked worriedly.

"Mighty fine chance it will be him," George answered, "Can't imagine anyone else coming by today, although Fred is going to be a pain in the arse when he sees us like this."

"Where is your Floo?" She asked, doing up her jeans, "I'll sneak out while you distract him."

"It's in the living room," George answered, "Hopefully he's gone into his room, don't know why the bugger would have come back anyways."

Opening the door, George peeked around, motioning with his hand, he lead Hermione through the flat towards the fireplace.

It seemed that whoever had came upstairs had gone into Freds' room, as the flat seemed empty, as they got to the fireplace Hermione slapped her forehead, "George," she whispered, "My shoes, I left my shoes downstairs, I can't go back without them."

"I'll go," George whispered, "If you hear him coming, just hide somehow, I'll be as quick as I can," he finished before apparating downstairs.

Hermione moved back against the wall, praying to whoever was listening that George would find them quickly and she could get out of here. She did not want Fred to find out, he was an all right guy, but like his brother he would tease her for this forever. And what if the others found out? Ron and Harry would never look at her in quite the same way ever again, Ginny, well who knows how she would respond. Mrs Weasley? Hermione shuddered to think what would happen if she found out.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when George apparated back in front of her, "I couldn't find them," he whispered.

"What? They are down there I know they are," Hermione thought it over, "Never mind, I'll just tell your mum if she asks that some potion spilled on them, and you are cleaning them for me."

"Ok, that'll work," George answered, "Let's get you out of here, I have no idea where that bugger has gone," he whispered ushering her over to the fireplace. Reaching up he grabbed the Floo powder container, swearing to himself as he looked in it.

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

"It's bloody empty," he swore.

"I told you to get some more."

They spun around, and looked to where the voice had came from. Blinking as the light was turned on.

"But you said you'd get it tomorrow," Fred said shaking his head, "tsk…tsk…tsk, and now you can't get your fair maiden home, whatever shall you do?"

"What are you doing back here? You said you were going to Angelina's flat," George asked stepping front of Hermione.

"Change of plans," Fred answered, "Her folks came round, so you two been having your own little tryst, mmm?"

"It's not a tryst," Hermione said, "It's uh…"

"What Hermione?" Fred said raising one of his eyebrows, "What is it exactly?"

"Well, for starters it's none of your bloody business!" Hermione retorted, stepping around George, "So don't you dare have a go at either of us!" She snapped, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him.

"Hermione," George said, "I think me and Fred should go and have a chat in the other room," Fred got up and stormed off, throwing Hermiones' shoes behind him. George gave her a weak smile before he followed.

"What the bloody hell is your problem?" George asked.

"I think that would be pretty bloody obvious," Fred answered.

"No it isn't," George said, "I want to know why the hell you are being so damn difficult about it," Hermione sat down on the couch and put on her shoes as she listened to the two of them arguing in the kitchen.

"Well, for starters, you told me this afternoon, not three bloody hours ago that nothing was going on," Fred said, "And now I come home and it's pretty obvious what you two were getting up to."

"It's a pretty messed up situation Fred," George answered, "I don't think either of us know what is going on."

"But there is something going on? Isn't there?" Fred demanded.

"Kind of," George said, "We've…a couple of times…"

Hermione had heard enough, getting up she made her way over to the kitchen. "That's enough George," she said, "If he's going to be so darn pigheaded about it all…"

"I just can't believe you Hermione," Fred said, "doing this to my own brother."

"What!" She exclaimed, "This is a two way street Fred, George is not being 'mistreated'."

"Not George, Ron."

"Ron has absolutely nothing to do with it," Hermione reasoned, "I went to George, my decision."

"But surely you know he fancies you."

"Did," Hermione said, "He did fancy me, not anymore."

"Don't be daft Hermione," Fred scoffed, "It's all still there for him."

"Oh, so the nine months he spent snogging Lavender, he fancied me then?" Hermione said.

"God he's only sixteen, he doesn't have a clue what he's doing," Fred snapped.

"Yeah well, I know exactly what I'm doing," Hermione said, "And I'd appreciate it if you stayed the hell out of it." Turning to George, "Can you tandem Apparate me back to the Burrow?"

"Sure," he answered, with one last glare at his brother, he turned and walked out.

Hermione looked back at Fred, "Grow up," and she walked out.

The following morning, George woke up at his usual time. Right about when the bacon smell drifted upstairs.

He opened his eyes, and had a big stretch, and jumped when he noticed Fred sitting on the other bed. He hadn't came home last night, he must have stayed at the shop.

"Fred," George greeted, getting up and moving to the door.

"I'm sorry," Fred said, "I was a complete wanker, it was just one hell of a shock."

"How do you think I bloody well feel then?" George snapped.

"Yeah," Fred said.

"How did you know what we were up to anyway?" George asked, his curiousity getting the better of him.

"Well, I tripped over Hermiones' shoes downstairs, and as I started walking again I slipped over your bloody belt," Fred answered.

George chuckled to himself as he left the room, serve the moody bugger right.