A/N: Eventually, I've updated this fic! WOOHOO! Thanks to all the awesome people who have reviewed, followed, and favorited this fic so far! *Longer A/N at the bottom*
George was excited. He knew he shouldn't be, but he was. It was a few hours before dinner, a few hours before he found out what was wrong with Hermione.
A short while before the usual crowd congregated in the Burrow's kitchen for dinner, George entered the nearly-empty living room to see it empty, except for Hermione.
"Heya, 'Mione," He said.
"Hmm?" She mumbled, zoned out. Then she clocked George. "What're you- oh. It's you. Hi George." She replied. The two made little conversation, or none at all. When they did speak to each other, it was usually to comment on things like the enchanted clock that hung in the Burrow: the clock that had one arrow for each member of the Weasley family, changing positions according to whatever a person was doing, and wherever they were. George's, Molly's and Arthur's arrows were all pointing to 'home'. Percy's and Fred's were pointing to 'work', and Bill's, Charlie's, Ron's and Ginny's were pointing to 'away'.
After a while, all the clock's hands were pointing to 'home' apart from Bill's, Charlie's and Percy's, as the three no longer lived at home, and we're most likely to be at work in any case. Though strangely, Ron was not home yet, and his arrow was indicating that he was away. The remaining Weasleys (plus Harry and Hermione, who had always been considered family) sat down around the large table in the (equally large) dining room, and, after a moment, the Weasley appetite got the better of them all, and they decided to start eating.
But then, there was a voice.
"Mum, I'm back!" He called, and Hermione paled. George did not notice this. "And I brought my girlfriend!"
This statement earned looks of shock from most of the room, bar Hermione, Harry, Molly and George. Hermione looked like she could cry at any moment. Harry looked sick to his stomach. Molly looked confused and slightly angry at his son- Wasn't Hermione his girlfriend? Dear Hermione, who Molly had deemed the perfect woman for her son, and they always seemed so happy together. And George...? He looked furious. Like smoke could plume from his ears at any time. Like if he could turn green and roar, he would. You get the picture- he was angry. And he was also the first one to speak as Ron waltzed through the door with none other that... the pureblood Lavender Brown. Hermione had never particularly liked Lavender, despite sharing a dorm room with her at Hogwarts. In the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione had saved Lavender from Fenrir Greyback, after she fell from a balcony. The two girls had never been close, and grew further apart when she began dating Ron in their sixth year, and even further part after they broke up.
"Ron? May I speak with you, in the living room?" George asked, faking politeness whilst plastering a fake smile on his face.
Lavender beamed at Ron as he nodded and followed George, looking terrified.
And he should. Fred and Ginny exchanged looks whilst Harry facepalmed.
~Meanwhile~
George 'helped' Ron into the next room, shoving him down into a chair. With a flick of his wand and some inaudible whispering, he cast a Silencing Charm on the door.
"There." He said. "Now I can have a nice little chat with my dear, dear brother." He muttered.
"Right." He said louder. "You, Ronald, are a vile, loathsome little rat. A complete idiotic moron who broke Hermione's heart!" He shouted at his younger brother.
"Why do you care?" Ron said dismissively. George fixed him with a glare, which silenced him immediately.
"You have the emotional range of a teaspoon." He said. Ron couldn't remember where he'd heard someone say that to him before...
The two boys returned to the dining room, shooting glares at each other and not even attempting to feign being polite anymore, to find most of the room sat talking amongst themselves, Lavender beaming again, and Hermione... Well, not finding Hermione because she wasn't there.
"Oh, great." George thought. "He's once again left me to clean up his mess."
A/N: Ooh, interesting chapter... But it doesn't matter what I think, I just want to know what you think of it! Here's the longer A?N I promised:
I'm sooo sorry that I didn't update sooner, but I'm writing my other fics too now. I'm planning on publishing new fics too! :D
I also want to know if I should actually bother to continue this. It's rough around the edges, and I'm not happy with it. Please PM me/reply in a review to this question: Should this fic be deleted or not?
Thanks for reading this (maybe for the last time! :'( ),
Lolidge19 xxx
