Sorry its taken me a little while to update the story. I had a little case of writers block. The story is turning out slower than I had anticipated. However here is the fourth chapter. I hope you enjoy.
As always I do not own any of the characters. That genius belongs to JK Rowling.
As I watched her walk away I felt the urge to scream. I had finally gotten the courage to tell her how I feel and someone had to throw a stick in my spokes. Why did she always have to do what she's told? Why couldn't she have told McGonagall to bugger off and she'd do her work when she got around to it? Of course if she did, she wouldn't be the girl I love.
I stood there in front of the library before deciding to head back to Gryffindor Tower. There was no point in standing around in the corridor waiting for her. That just might creep her out. NO, I would just have to figure out another time to get her alone. In the meantime, I should really get back to George and find out what he was blabbering about.
I walked through the portrait hole and it seemed like everyone was watching me. George called me over to where I had been sitting earlier. "What happened? Did you scare her off? Why don't you look happy? Did she laugh in your face?" Wow what brotherly support. "No, you idiot she didn't laugh in my face. I didn't get the chance to tell her because McGonagall interrupted." Repeating the event made me want to throw something. "Okay I don't want to think about it. What were you talking about earlier?" George seemed all too happy to change the subject.
"Well, you remember how we were talking about having more products geared more towards our female customers? I was thinking why not love potions, enhancement potions and transfiguring flowers and other trinkets." He continued on his idea for love potions but something else he had mentioned caught my attention.
"George, what do you mean by transfiguring flowers?" Maybe, just maybe I had found a way to tell Hermione how I felt. He explained the concept that he had learned from Lee Jordan. It was just a basic charm that could be placed on any regular flowers.
My mind went into hyper drive to make the perfect plan. She would love it. But I had to be careful. I could do it on her birthday. It was still a week away which gave me plenty of time to prepare. George now knew about my feelings so he could help me. I would also need to Professor Flitwick in on my plan. Having a professor on your side always made things work better. Besides, it wouldn't be too hard to convince him. Flitwick loved George and me. We may be the biggest jokesters in the school and most people may think we are incredibly dim- witted but we are aces at charms. Probably the best in the school, except for perhaps Hermione. Flitwick was always telling us how amazingly talented we are. We had him eating out of the palms of our hands. Not that we let that go to our heads. With that in mind, I told George about my plan and since we still had half an hour before curfew we headed down to Flitwick's office.
Professor Flitwick was sitting at his desk grading papers when we walked in the door. He looked up to greet us. "Good evening Mr. Weasley, Mr. Weasley. It's getting pretty late. Shouldn't you boys be getting ready to turn in for the night?" I walked around the room for a moment to calm my nerves. George sat down in a chair across the desk from the professor and I could feel his eyes on me as I paced. Normally George would have just taken the lead but I knew he knew that I had to do this. He was just here for support. I walked over to the chair and looked at the Professor.
"Professor, I was wondering if I could ask you a favor?" I was getting nervous. I mean yeah Flitwick likes us but granting me this favor would mean including permission for not only me but Hermione to be out after hours. Plus he gets very protective of his classroom. The professor looked at me and nodded his head signaling me to continue. "Well you see Professor, there is this girl and I like her a lot. In fact, I love her. I want to tell her how I feel and I've come up with an idea on how I'm going to do it."
Professor Flitwick smiled from ear to pointy ear. "This girl must be very special. Young love is so wonderful. I will help you anyway I can. And since I know her birthday is in a week we'll have to hurry." He winked at me as he finished. "But Professor I never said…" He looked at me and laughed. "I have been doing this job for a very long time and I have seen many students fall in love right before my eyes. Don't think that I missed the way you look at Miss Granger."
I smiled at the sound of her name. This just might work. After all, Flitwick is encouraging this so maybe he knows something about Hermione's feelings that I don't.