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A Girl Named Hope: Chapter Nine: Realization
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It dawned on him so suddenly that he might've fallen over if he wasn't paying attention.
"Georgie? You alright?" Fred asked curiously, a small flicker of worry entering his eyes as he gripped his twin's elbow to steady him, not quite understanding the expression of blank shock in his eyes. "What's wrong?"
George looked at Fred, his mouth slightly ajar. "I think I'm mad for her," he said in an almost vacant manner.
Fred stared at him for precisely three seconds before bursting out into such loud peals of laughter that several people they passed in the hallway skirted around them, shooting them furtive glances of bewilderment.
"It's not funny!" George said, sounding slightly insulted. He was very close to hyperventilating! How on earth was he supposed to tell his younger brother that he fancied his best mate?
"What's so funny is that you're just figuring it out now," Fred sniggered. "I swear this is the most attention I've ever seen you pay towards a girl."
George found himself quite unable to speak as a flash of dark red rounded the corner as Hope explained something to Ron with Hermione interjecting every so often, the three sharing laughs.
George opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out, and she walked right past him, missing him completely as she laughed at Ron's words.
"Boy, you've got it bad," Fred sniggered as a horrible blush spread across George's cheeks.
