I had a better idea of an ending, hope you enjoy, and please read note at bottom of story. Thanks!

Hermione tore at the paper and then lifted the top of the box off of the large box. When she looked inside she gasped. "What is it?" Ginny asked and then Hermione took the item out of the box. It was a stuffed bear holding a guitar in its hands. "Aww, it's cute."

Hermione smiled at the bear and noticed a note on its foot, "What's this?" Hermione asked as she looked at the note, "Press here" was what it said. Hermione did as the note said and then suddenly the bear came to life.

Hold on little girl
Show me what he's done to you
Stand up little girl
A broken heart can't be that bad
When it's through, it's through
Fate will twist the both of you
So come on baby come on over
Let me be the one to show you

As the bear sang and danced along with the song, the two girls laughed. Hermione gasped and said, "I know this voice."

"It's Mr. Big, isn't it?" Ginny asked.

"Well, he sings it, but this isn't him," Hermione stopped talking as she listened to the bear sing the rest of the song.

I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you

Build up your confidence
So you can be on top for once
wake up who cares about
Little boys that talk too much
I've seen it all go down
Your game of love was all rained out
So come on baby, come on over
Let me be the one to hold you

I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you

Why be alone when we can be together baby
You can make my life worthwhile
And I can make you start to smile

When it's through, it's through
Fate will twist the both of you
So come on baby come on over
Let me be the one to show you

As the bear stopped singing Hermione looked over to Ginny and asked, "How did you know it was Mr. Big?"

"Oh, you know the twins they love all that muggle stuff."

"Oh, yeah," Hermione agreed. Ginny rolled her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "But wait, there's no note. That's it?" Hermione said sadly, "I thought there was supposed to be something else."

Ginny check the bottom of the box and then pulled out an envelope, "Here's another note!" Ginny said excitedly as she handed the piece of paper over to Hermione.

Hermione unfolded the note and read it out loud:

"My dearest Hermione, if you wish to met me then follow the dancing bear at 8:00 p.m. sharp. Please believe me when I say that I do want to be the next to be with you.

Always yours, your secret admirer.

P.S. Wear your cloak and grab a scarf, it's pretty cold outside."

Hermione looked confused for a moment and then said, "Follow the dancing bear, does he literally mean that?"

Knowing my brother, it probably does. Ginny shrugged her shoulders and said, "So, you're going right?" Hermione bit her lower lip and thought for a moment, "Come on, do something spontaneous! Who knows, this may be the real deal, true love!" Ginny said giddily.

"I doubt that," Hermione said quietly, but then she smiled, "Sure, I mean why not? What do I have to lose, right? I mean besides my dignity, if it ends out that it was just a huge prank."

Ginny crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Hermione, "Stop thinking like that!"

She then jumped off of Hermione's bed and ran for her closet, "Let's pick something out for you to wear!"

Hermione looked at her clock from where she was laying down on her bed, 7:56 p.m., Four minutes and counting. She let out a heavy sigh and asked out loud to the bear that she was holding, "Ugh, I wish things would just hurry up!"

She swung her legs over the side of her bed and stood up, rubbing her palms on her jeans and once again straightening out the non-existing wrinkles from her white blouse that Ginny helped her pick out. "Come on," Hermione said to herself out loud. "I'm the smartest witch of my time. I can figure this out." Even though she told Ginny that she was going to met whoever he secret admirer was, that she was capable of doing something spontaneous, but she still felt a little uneasy. Her woman intuition was telling her that something was not right with this whole thing.

Not being able to stand still, Hermione sat back down at the bed, and looked at the bear that she was supposed to follow in only three minutes. Hermione sighed at the slow motion of time and pressed the bears foot again to hear it sing to her again. Hermione smiled as she heard the bears' words and the promise that it was making to her. Suddenly, Hermiones eyes widened; she knew why the voice sounded so familiar, it was Georges.

Everything started to fall into place. The flowers, the candy from WWW with her favorite chocolates, the Shakespeare's words, it was all George.

All of a sudden her stomach did a few flip-flops and she felt giddy. George Weasley was sending her Valentine's. George Weasley wanted to be the next to be with her. But then another blast of feelings hit her; what if he wasn't serious, what if he was just trying to be nice. Hermione didn't get any more time to think on the subject because at that moment the bear came to life.

Hermione jumped in surprise and watched as the bear jumped off the bed and walked over to the door, but because the door was shut, the bear just continued to walk in place. Hermione bit her lip, she didn't know what to do. She started to pace the room and view her options. "He wouldn't do this as a joke, our friendship means too much to the two of us, so I can rule that out. Oh God, what if he's doing this because he feels bad for me? There's nothing worse then a pity present." she said looking at the bear, who gave no response because it was still trying to lead her to George. "Or even worse, what if Leanne told Fred about me liking George, and trying to be helpful he told George, and now George thinks he's doing something nice, without the thought that he's leading me on." Hermione flopped onto her bed and curled up into a little ball, hugging her knees to her chest, and started to cry, for what reason, she didn't really know.

Meanwhile outside…

George was pacing around where he was waiting for Hermione. He ran his hand through his hair and started to worry. He checked his watch, that Hermione bought him for Christmas, "8:10, okay, there's nothing to worry about, she'll be here soon enough. Ginny said that Hermione was going to come."

Hermione heard her stomach growl and that's when she remembered she missed supper. She looked at her clock on her dresser and realized that it was almost 8:30. She looked over at the floor to where the bear was and saw that whatever spell was placed on it was gone, for it just fell over. Hermione slipped off the bed, picked the bear up and placed it on her bed, and whipped her eyes, hoping that she didn't look like she had been crying for the past 20 minutes. Hermione then stepped out of her room with every intention of making her way to the kitchens to steal some food.

Back outside…

George looked back down at his watch, "8:25, she should have been her by now," then suddenly thoughts of being caught by Filch, or being taunted by Peeves flooded his mind. So he decided to run into the building and just tell Hermione everything while rescuing her.

Hermione was just about to make it to the painting that would take to the kitchens when she heard someone call out her name. When Hermione turned to where the voice was coming from, she saw George standing in the hallway. Choosing to ignore him, she turned and continued her walk to the painting.

George, not understanding why Hermione was ignoring him, ran up to her.

Hermione heard George running towards her. She quickly grabbed for her wand and as he approached her Hermione pointed her wand at George's chest. Before she even got a chance to ask him what was going on, or threaten him to leave her alone, George slapped Hermione's wand out of her hand. Before the two could even hear the wand hit the floor George grabbed Hermione around the waist and pulled her against himself.

Hermione placed her hands on his chest trying to push him away she asked, "What are you doing?"

"Something I should have done from the very beginning," George answered her right before he bent his head down and captured her lips with his own.

Hermione desperately tried to get away from George, for she knew what his kisses could do to her, and she wanted to have a clear head for this conversation. Though as soon as she felt the tip of his tongue outline the seem of her lips, she was lost. Hermione quickly thrust her hands into his thick hair and opened her mouth to him, deepening the kiss. Within seconds George had Hermione up against the wall, with one thigh pressed neatly between her slightly parted legs. Hermione let out a deep moan, which caused George to smile, making Hermione realize what was really going on. 'Just Hermione, just Hermione, just Hermione' the words kept ringing through her head.

Suddenly Hermione pushed George away roughly, but he didn't release his hold on her, "Hermione?"

Hermione looked up at him, his hair a mess from when her fingers messed it up and tried to avoid his eyes, which was another downfall for her, "No George," Hermione said through quiet tears, "I can't take it anymore."

"Hermione," George said as he wrapped a piece of hair behind her ear, "I love you."

"No," Hermione said as she shook her head, "No you don't. I'm just Hermione to you," she said as tears started to cascade down her cheeks.

"Oh, Mione," George said as he cupped her face with his hands and whipped the tears away with his thumbs, "Please don't cry," he said and bent down to caress his lips against her left cheek, "It kills me to see you cry," he said as he laid a soft kiss against her other cheek, "and it kills me even more when I'm the cause of those tears."

Hermione tried to contain her tears as much as possible and said with a sniffle, "I'm sorry, but you've played with my feeling too much this past year and I just can't take anymore of it," she hated to be all girly and cry in front of him, but she couldn't help it, "I don't know if what your doing is out of pity, or a joke, or because you thought you had too, but…"

Before Hermione could continue, George cut her off, "Don't think for a moment that I did this out of pity, Hermione," Hermione could hear the anger in his tone and she wound up biting her bottom lip because she grew nervous, "and," George continued, "if you think I did this as a joke, that's just bad form on our friendship." George took a deep breath and said with a more calm tone, "Though, of course I had to do it, because, stupid me, I thought this would be an easier way of telling you that I love you, rather then just coming out and saying it."

Hermione shook her head, yet again, "No you don't, George."

"Hermione, please don't tell me what I'm feeling here," George said, in almost a pleading tone, as he placed her hand over his heart, "isn't love for you, because it is."

"How do you know?" Hermione asked in a quiet tone, not even moving her hand off of George's chest, "How do you know it's love and not something else?" She asked looking straight at his chest instead of at his face.

"I know," George said as he placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face up to look at him, "because I've never felt this way towards anyone before. When I hear your name my heart starts to race and I look for you even though I know you're no where near me. When I see you, my stomach starts to feel funny and I pray that I can talk to you without sounding like an idiot. When I see you smile, I want to pull you close and kiss you. When I see you upset I want to hurt whoever made you cry and then hold you until your better. And Hermione, when I kiss you I swear my heart stops beating and you're the only one who can pull me back." Hermione was quiet and finally stopped crying while listening to Georges' words. "So please, don't tell me that I don't love you, because if that's not love, then I don't know what is."

Hermione took a deep breath and said, "Why couldn't you just tell me? Why the charade? Why Katie?"

George, feeling a little deflated due to the fact that Hermione didn't say 'I love you' back, said, "Hermione, Katie asked me out just as friends, at first, but apparently that's not the way things ended up. Besides," George said without even skipping a beat, "at that time I didn't want to admit that it was you that I wanted. Mione, I'm just not good enough for you."

"That's not true," Hermione protested loudly.

"Yes it is, Mione. I mean I'm older then you, I dropped out of school to open a joke shop. I'm all jokes, you're all books." George was recalling Ron's words only mere hours ago. Maybe Ron was right, maybe this won't work out. George was ready to retreat; he put his heart on the line and she wasn't responding the way he had hoped.

Hermione shook her head, "No," she said in a sturdy voice, "Please don't say that. George, your two years older then me, not 200. Who cares if you dropped out of school, you own your own business, that's more then anyone your age can say. Besides, you're not all jokes, you know when it's time to be serious." By the time she finished talking she was only mere inches away from him. "Tell me we can make this work, because I love you too." George smiled from ear to ear, and as he bent his head down to kiss her, Hermione put a hand on his chest and kept him at bay as she said, "Say it."

George smiled wider yet, "We can make this work. You can teach me all the wonderful things that I missed from my seventh year and if there's anyone in this world that can make you learn how to be more carefree it's me."

"Good," was all Hermione was able to say before George brought her into another heated kiss.

The End

A.K.A.

To be continued…

Note to all my readers:

I agreed with the reviewers who said that they didn't like the last chapter of my story, I liked this ending better. It's a little more… let's say mushy, then the previous ending, but I like it.

Yes, I AM working on a sequel, but see here's the thing. I have written fan fiction before. I have written A-Team, Ginny/Draco stories, and Smallville fics, and every time I wrote a sequel it came out horrible. To the point where I just stopped writing. So I am trying to finalize my first chapter, make sure I have a well enough plot to go with, and then the first chapter should be within another month.