Undateable by WeasleyForMe
Hermione knew better than to form a crush on any of the boys in Gryffindor house. They were all so undateable! If only there were something she could do about it... something other than fall for George!
Thanks to Clover Bay for inspiring and beta reading this story!
"Oh, great! The sandwiches are here! I'm starving!" Tucking a napkin into his shirt collar, George lunged into his chair and devoured one of his sandwiches in a single bite. He attacked his meal with gusto, seemingly much happier with his food than his date, a fact which did not go unnoticed by Fred and Angelina.
He smiled as he chewed, showing off the bits of bread and watercress from his lunch. "Eat up, Romilda! Whatever is left on your plate in five minutes is mine!" With another big bite, only two of his four sandwiches remained, and Romilda shakily picked up her soup spoon and started to eat. She tried to ignore the sound of George's lips smacking off his fingertips as he inhaled each stray crumb.
Fred and Angelina ate their sandwiches daintily and kicked each other under the tabletop whenever they threatened to start giggling out loud. It was a fact that nobody could eat quite like a Weasley, but George was clearly going overboard as he stacked his final two turkey sandwiches together and took a noisy bite.
"Mmm, oh, this is so tasty. Want a bite?" George asked with his mouth full. He thrust his double-decker sandwich at his date who promptly shook her head looking outraged. "Suit yourself," he mumbled around the partly chewed food before scarfing down the rest.
It was sort of mean, even George realized that. But he didn't want to be here with this girl, and she had a long track record of 'collecting' the most popular boys at Hogwarts, and he didn't want to be involved. He'd have to ask Angelina why on Merlin's green earth she was hanging around such a silly bint.
With a wink across the table at Fred and Angelina, George announced, "Times up!" He grabbed the soup spoon out of his date's hand and pulled to bowl across the table toward himself. Romilda gasped as George scooped several spoonfuls of broth into his mouth, catching a fair amount of liquid on his makeshift bib.
"I wasn't done with that," she complained unhappily.
"Five minutes was up, babe," George reminded her. "This isn't very good," he told everyone as he frowned at the soup.
"My soup was just fine, George," Angelina told him as she bit her lip to keep from laughing.
"Obviously, girls have horrible taste in food, Angelina," he replied, grinding up several crackers with his hands and spraying the crumbs all over Romilda's lap. "Whoops! That was supposed to go into the bowl," George laughed merrily before upending the remainder of the soup from the bowl into his mouth. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and looked around the table.
"Get enough to eat there, George?" Fred asked overly politely.
"No, but I figured we can stop for second lunch at the Three Broomsticks in about an hour. Now, who's ready to shop for Quidditch supplies until second lunch?" George asked, rubbing his palms together in anticipation. In reality, his stomach was about to burst, having eaten so much in under ten minutes, and he was hoping to have a chance to talk to Hermione.
"Sounds good. I need new gloves for the match tomorrow," Angelina agreed.
"A whole hour shopping for Quidditch stuff?" Romilda asked, clearly not enjoying her date.
"Right you are. Now why don't you go ask the waitress for the bill?" George prompted, sending her away from the table.
"What in the heavens has gotten into you?" Fred asked with a laugh as soon as Romilda was across the restaurant.
"She's horrible, and I realized I want to spend the day with another girl. Honestly Angie, are you really friends with her?" George asked, rather upset.
Angelina shrugged. "She's not so bad. I wouldn't say I'm great friends with her, but I've shared a dormitory with her for so long that you just get used to her. Besides, she really wanted to go out with you. I'm sorry you're having such an incredibly bad time."
"Actually, it's kind of fun. Just help me ditch her," George whispered as Romilda returned to the table. She passed the bill around and Fred and Angelina added money to the pile.
"George, you owe two galleons and seven sickles," Romilda informed him.
"I'm not paying for your soup. It was horrible. And besides, I only have two galleons on me today." He set the galleons down and started for the door. Begrudgingly, Romilda added seven sickles to the pile of money and followed him out.
"Oh, don't walk over there. It's about to smell wretched," George informed her as he skirted the last table by the door. She raised an eyebrow in question, so he mouthed that he had just passed gas. Romilda ran outside holding her breath and looking on the verge of tears. George could barely contain his mirth; this date was like an unanticipated prank gone completely right!
As George belched and picked food out of his teeth, the group headed toward the Quidditch shop. "Do we have a minute to look in Gladrags first?" Romilda asked. "I wanted to look at a lovely set of red, formal robes they have."
Angelina glanced at her watch. "I don't know… George gets really cranky if his second lunch isn't on schedule."
"No, we have no extra time. Besides, I can't stand it when girls wear red," George informed her, flicking a bit of turkey from his mouth onto the sidewalk.
Romilda stopped in her tracks and looked down at her red outfit with a scowl. "Really? Then pray tell, George, what do you like? Obviously, you've got no manners, contrary to popular belief. I was hoping you'd dote on me, like you clearly should, but you're being absolutely ridiculous! You owe me seven sickles! And you eat like a pig!" Romilda shouted at George who was standing just a few feet away.
He felt so badly that he immediately wanted to apologize, at least for eating like a troll. But, on the other hand, he needed to be rid of her. "Now who is being rude, Romilda? You had the audacity to wear a red dress today, and now you're cutting into our shopping time.
She snarled in disgust. "You're the most undateable man I have ever seen!" she announced and stomped away.
George watched her go and shook his head. "You know, I was hoping it would at least be a little more difficult than that to make her run away. I didn't think I was being so bad, really."
Angelina shook her head. "The two of you can certainly accomplish anything you put your minds to."
"That was so sweet, Angie," Fred told her with a grin.
"If you ever do that to me while we're dating, I'll have you kicked off the team."
"So does that mean you'll be my girlfriend?" Fred exclaimed.
"I didn't say that…."
George rolled his eyes. "I'm still standing right here, you do realize that, right?"
"Yeah, so why don't you get lost?" Fred asked, shaking his head toward the other side of the road.
"Hermione is waiting for you somewhere, after all," Angelina added, hoping to be alone with Fred.
George paused. "How did you know I wanted to be with Hermione?"
Angelina smiled. "A woman's intuition. Besides, haven't you noticed she's formed an interest in Quidditch because of you? Now go find her."
George hugged Angelina and gave his twin a loud kiss on the cheek before heading into the center of Hogsmeade in search of his favourite bookworm.
Wow, everyone outdid themselves with the reviews for chapter seven! I was so excited to see them all :) I figured I'd better not keep anyone waiting too long for the next one!
I hope this chapter gets as much love! I had way too much fun writing it! Please review!
