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"So," I say when we had walked a good distance out of the Great Hall. "You like me?"

Hermione looks down at her feet before answering me. "What if I said yes?" She asks me softly.

"Well," I say slowly and stop walking. I take her hands and turn her towards me. "I would have to say that I, George Weasley, like you too."

Hermione smiles, her hands still in my own. "And what if I said that I didn't?"

I smile back at her. "I would still have to say that I like you."

"Why?" She asks me, the confusion evident on her face. "You're older than me and you care about pranks more than you do school. You know for a fact that there are many girls who like you, so why would you like me when we're not that alike?"

"Mione," I say and pull her closer to me. "I like you because you are an amazingly smart, talented and beautiful girl. I also know for a fact that you're not as much as a good girl as people make you out to be. You have spent the last five years caring for your friends more than you have yourself and not just any person could do that."

Ignoring the people who are walking by us, I remove my right hand from hers and I place it on her face, moving her head up to look in her eyes. "What I want to know is how such a wonderful person as you could possibly like me."

She takes my hand off of her face and back in her own and smiles at me. "I always have," she replies softly. "My first year here, it was you who helped me get through the barrier. I was so scared of how wizards would treat me being muggle born, and you had no problem with helping me get through the barrier to the platform..."

I rack my brain trying to remember that day and my eyes go large. "I remember that! You were standing by yourself trying to figure out how people were disappearing. I guess I forgot about that…"

"No matter how much I have always acted as though I disagree with your pranks," she continued. "They have always made me laugh. Not necessarily out loud, but I have always liked them. Between you and Fred, it is always you who makes sure that no one is hurt by a prank and I have never seen you be disrespectful towards anyone who has not deserved it."

I smile at her and finally realize all the people who are watching us as they pass. "Come on," I say.

Hermione nods and takes one of her hands out of mine so we walk to the common room hand in hand.

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The common room was empty except for a few second years and Ron, who promptly stormed off to his dorm when we made eye contact. Prat.

"You have something to do?" I ask Hermione, smiling down at her.

She frowns. "I have a potions essay I should really get started on."

"No problem," I reply. "I have a paper for McGonagall due tomorrow…meet you back down here?"

"Sure," she answers with a smile.

I watch as she ascends the stairs to her dorm and quickly rush to my room to find blank parchment and my Transfiguration book. Finding anything in that room is just shy of a miracle. I can't say that my side is any cleaner than Fred or Lee's. I shift the clothes and used parchment on my desk to find what I need for my assignment and make my way back down the stairs, nearly colliding with Longbottom on his way up.

I can't help but to smile when I see Hermione in the Common. She's lying in front of the fire, book spread open in front of her.

"Hello there," I say as I lay down facing her. She looks at my book and laughs. "What," I ask. "You didn't actually expect me to do work, did you?"

She shrugs at me and smiles.

"Funny," I state and open up my book. "That really hurts you know." I say in my best fake hurt voice as I can muster.

"Yeah, I believe that." She replies sarcastically.

I laugh and stop abruptly when I notice her studying me with a smile. "What?" I ask her.

"I like your laugh," she says simply. "When you really laugh, I mean. Sometimes you laugh because you think that's what people want. I like your real laugh."

I smile at her and look down at my book. "Thank you," I reply, not too sure what I should have said in return.

Why am I acting like this? I feel so…nervous. I've liked girls before and I've never felt this bashfulness.

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After about an hour of homework with many interruptions for conversation, the boisterous voice of Fred came through the portrait hole.

"Do my eyes deceive me?" He shouted, gaining the common room's undivided attention, which had filled up considerably from when we first started.

"Can this even be possible? My very own twin, bringing shame to the family!" I roll my eyes as he pauses to be dramatic. "By doing homework!?"

The room erupts in laughter, but knowing Fred as well as I know myself, I wait for him to continue.

"As if Ron being prefect wasn't enough!" Fred falls to his knees before Ginny, who chose that inopportune moment to walk down her staircase. "Save yourself, Ginny. George has crossed over to the other side; it's only a matter of time before I do."

Ginny pushes him over with her foot, and ignores his "Oomph!" as he falls backwards. I can't help but smile at the show my brother put on.

Fred always has to be in the limelight, whatever the reason. We're a lot alike, being twins and all, but we're more different than most people notice. I really only draw attention to myself when I'm with Fred, I don't think I could have ever put on a show like he just did. I envy him sometimes, his easiness and utter lack of embarrassment.

"Don't you have something better to do?" I ask him as he pushes himself up and plops down on the couch to my right, as Ginny does the same beside him.

"Not really," he says grinning. "Seen Ronnykins at all?"

"Yeah, but he wont talk to me at all." I reply, making a quick glance at Hermione.

Fred's grin got wider. "I thought not. We'll fix that."

"Fuck, yeah." I reply, closing my book. "Any ideas?"

"No." Hermione replies before Fred can.

"What?" I ask.

"Just leave him alone." She said sternly.

"Mione," I argue. "He's being a massive prat! Even you can see that."

Instead of answering, she gathers up her books and glares at me. "Goodnight Ginny," she says and heads up the girl's stairs.

I watch after her flabbergasted.

"I'm going to go after her," Ginny states. "Night guys."

Fred grins at me. "Nice job, mate. You're not even dating her and you're already in the dog house. I think that's a record."

"Thanks Fred," I say sarcastically, gathering up my stuff and standing.

"What are brother's for?" He asks, standing beside me and placing a hand on my shoulder. "I mean, besides getting drunk with."

I smile at him, and walk up to our dormitory.