I woke up horrified. My neck hurt from the awkward angle it was at. But that wasn't it. It was the fact that I was laying on George Fabian Weasley that got me going. Oh my god, I fell asleep on him. The blanket was tucked higher now, resting just to my shoulders. His arm that was around me kept it in place from falling. His head was resting on top of mine, and it couldn't have been comfortable.

I could hear a soft snore come from his body and suppressed a laugh.

It was silent for a few moments. I didn't want to move to wake him, but I really had to go pee. Like, really bad. I squirmed slightly and tried to move the blanket off of me slowly so I could make a fast slip away and transfigure a book to go in my place.

"What 'r'ya doin'," George muttered, sucking in a breath as he took in the morning sun with his eyes closed.

"I need to pee," I muttered, embarrassed.

"Hold it in," George whispered, his other arm, which was resting on his lap, wrapped around the front of my waist and pulled me closer.

"George," I whispered, "I have to pee and if you don't let me go, I-" I grinned evilly, "I'll pee on you."

His arms immediately retracted, "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, but I would," I grinned, standing up and quickly leaving the room.

As I finished my business in the bathroom, I leaned against the door and sank down until I was sitting on the floor. I just slept dreamless-ly in George's arms. No nightmares, and I took it he didn't have any either. I was so confused. But today was Ron's wedding. My ex-boyfriend, who so happened to be my fiancee's brother. I grimaced, not wanting to believe it.

I sighed and stood, washing my hands before returning to his bedroom. I noticed from the clock on his nightstand that it was noon. Well, we did fall asleep at four.

"It's too early to be up," George complained as I grabbed some clothes from my trunk.

"It's noon."

His eyes opened, "Huh? Why didn't mum wake us up?"

I shrugged, "Don't ask me. I'm confused, too."

He sighed and thumped against the wall. How could his head not hurt after that?

"You coming to sit back down?" he inquired as I walked to my door.

I hesitated. "After I get dressed."

"Then hurry, because I'm going to be out."

I rolled my eyes but obliged, closing his bedroom door behind me as I sat on the pillow beside him. My Irish hoodie - curtosy of Ron during the Quidittch World Cup three years ago - had a Bulgarian t-shirt underneath - thanks to Viktor. I had on a pair of jean shorts. Overall, I was in a rare Quidittch mood today.

"You look hot," George muttered, his arm going around my shoulders.

I blushed, "That's just because I'm wearing Quidittch clothing, isn't it?"

"Well, that certainly helps. I didn't notice."

I snorted, "Uh huh."

His face was getting closer to mine as he kept trying to convince me. "I didn't. You have a hot body."

I raised an eyebrow, "Uh huh."

The door flew open and we jumped, me looking at the door and George groaning to him self. "'ello Her-my-oh-ninny," the intruder said sheepishly.

Ginny grinned broadly. "Oh my god, Viktor!" I cried, shooting straight up and hugging him fiercly. "What are you doing here?"

"The Ministry changed their minds about Malfoy! He's with Padma, instead! They didn't want two purebloods together. So they paired me with Viktor!" Ginny cried.

"That's fantastic," I grinned. "You two will be great together!"

"I'm so excited," Ginny squealed, hugging me.

I laughed, "Gin, god, you're going to crush me."

Viktor raised an eyebrow, "Ireland?"

I laughed, shrugging and pulling up the front of my sweatshirt so that the T-shirt was showing. "It's freezing up here and it's so hot outside, so I decided to wear both."

"You didn't look like you were freezing when we came in," Ginny winked.

I opened my mouth to reply, but George was already next to me, "I'm George, Hermione's fiancee."

"Pleasure," Viktor said, shaking George's hand.

"Likewise," George nodded. "So, wait, you aren't marrying Malfoy?"

"Nope," Ginny grinned. "Thank god!"

George looked at me, frowning, "You are so going to win that bet."

I smirked, "I know."

"A bet?"

"Yup," George grinned. "You want in?"

"Vat is it about?" Viktor asked.

"Mum will go completely mental with Lavender."

"I said two weeks," I interjected.

"I said a month," George finished.

"I say a week," Ginny decided after a moment. Viktor just looked confused, but I couldn't blame him. He had no idea who Lavender was. "What do I win if I'm right?"

George and I looked each other before I turned back to Ginny, "I'll buy you a firebolt."

She gasped, her eyes wide, "No way!"

I nodded shortly, "Completely honest."

"Oh, I love you, Hermione!" Ginny squealed, hugging me fiercly. The two men looked at me with raised eyebrows. I just shrugged. "I have to go finish introducing Viktor to everyone before Mum hounds him at lunch. See you."

"...Bye," I said, but she had already left.

George and I locked eyes, "She is so losing," we said together. Then we laughed, me rolling my eyes. I couldn't believe this. We were acting like twins. Like how Fred and George were. . . before Fred died. I stopped laughing suddenly and stepped away from him and towards the door.

"I'll... see you at lunch, yeah?"

"Nah, I'm going to the shop."

I nodded, "Alright, um, see you when you get back then."

He grinned, nodding, but his eyes showed me he was confused at my sudden mood change. I left before he could question it. Oh god, what was I getting myself into? More so, what did the Ministry get me into?

Uh oh! I won't be able to update until the first because I'm going on another much needed vacation! I'll post chapters I write there as soon as I get back!:) Hope you enjoyed this one. It was the most fun to write yet:) Review, please!

-Nastya