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"What the hell do you think you were doing?"
George paced in front of Hermione's hospital bed venting off his anger. It was actually quite funny, he wasn't actually mad he was just declaring anything that ran through his head. Hermione sat back on her hospital bed with a smile, cradling her broken arm lightly in her other arm. Rescuing Black and running through the woods took its toll on her as she finally slowed down, her arm was broken and she had several scratches up and down her arms but other than that she was okay.
"You were following an convict and murderer then not only did you get attacked by a werewolf but you get attacked by Dementors! I mean, what part of this whole thing didn't leap out at you and scream 'trouble!' Do you have some inner desire to be some wild-child that happens to enjoy doing anything that's against the rules like some…ironic bookworm or something."
Hermione bit back a laugh, "Finished?"
"I mean, I get that Ron and Harry would do something like that but aren't you the voice of reason, the one that pulls them back before doing something stupid? Don't get me wrong I mean that fact that you are rebellious is sexy but you could have been killed, do you know that?"
He braced his hands against opposite ends of the metal footboard of the bed, staring down at her. She smiled at him, titling her head at a cute angle.
"Sit with me?"
Sighing, he smiled at her and then walked over to slide in next to her, minding her broken arm.
"Are you okay though?" he asked concerned.
"I'm fine," she said assuringly, "Your little soap opera was entertaining."
"Soap opera?"
She grinned, "It's a Muggle show that two-thirds of the population watch."
"Well I'm happy to entertain," he said with a chuckle. "Listen…I'm sorry about ranting, I couldn't find you this morning and when I went to breakfast this morning I heard that you three were in the hospital, not really the best morning to date."
"Sorry, it just all…happened so fast, you don't really have a chance to stop and think."
"I can see that," he said in understanding. He pulled her in closer to him being delicate of her arm, and she leaned her head against his shoulder. "Just…don't…be careful okay? I want to spend more time with you."
"I'll try," she glanced up at him with a smile, "No promises though,"
He returned the smile and leaned down kissing her quickly. "I'll take that."
They began to talk about what they wanted to do for the summer break which was quickly approaching. Hermione wanted him to meet her parents but Fred wanted George's help with some…experiments.
"What kind of experiments?" She asked, eyeing him.
"Experiments that shouldn't be discussed with someone who's a stickler for the rule book,"
She stiffened, "It's illegal isn't it?"
He laughed, "No, we're just…practicing our skills."
"Can you be anymore cryptic?"
"Just adds to the charm,"
"Sure it does," she sighed, snuggling into him and closing her eyes.
"Hey, what do you plan on doing—"
"MISTER WEASLEY!"
George and Hermione jumped out of each arms and looked up to see Madame Pomfrey standing at the end of the bed in a fit of fury.
"Visiting hours are over and sitting with a patient in her bed in HIGHLY inappropriate! I suggest you get out!"
"All right, all right," George crawled out of the bed and raised his hands in mock surrender. "As a sign of good faith can I give milady a kiss goodbye?"
"GET OUT!"
"Okay!" with a quick kiss on the cheek he darted away from Pomfrey's flying hands and shouts.
Hermione bit back a giggle and crawled under her bed covers, resting on the pillow and then quickly falling asleep.
"Hey Mi, we're in here!"
It was the end of the year and everyone was filing onto the Hogwarts Express. Hermione finished leaving her luggage by the attendants and then made her way to the back of the train searching for Harry and Ron. She smiled at George and slowly made her way to the compartment, struggling to get past the running first years and the snogging fifth years. When she finally reached George, he swept her up in her arms and lifting her so that her feet dangled in the air.
"George! Put me down!"
"It was an impulse, so sue me!"
As she laughed, George let her down and gave her a light kiss on her forehead. She smiled up at him and pulled him by the front of his sweater bringing him closer to him and kissed him with a little more boldness in her. Suddenly, they were shoved into the doorway of a compartment out of the way by some energetic first years and fell backwards, Hermione on top of George.
"Merlin!" he moaned from beneath her, "Bloody rug rats! Ugh…I think I landed on my wand."
"Nope," Hermione moaned trying to push herself up. "I landed on it."
"OKAY! I really didn't need to hear that!" yelled Ron above them, covering his eyes in disgust.
They found themselves stared down by Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred and Lee Jordan all staring down at them from their seats above them. Looking at each other then back up at their friends then everyone in the compartment burst out in to laughter. Fred and Lee were clutching their sides with tears coming out of their corner of their eyes, George covering his eyes and Hermione burying her face into him with her face blushing twenty shades of red, and Harry taking off his glasses snickering as he was a support post for Ron and Ginny who were trying to catch their breath.
"That," Lee managed to say, "Has got to be…the funniest thing I've seen on this train!"
"Glad to entertain," Hermione mumbled lifting her head up to look at everyone.
"We accept money and or books for our services," George answered letting out a breath.
As the laughter died down, George moved so that he was leaning against the wall underneath the window on the floor pulling Hermione to him so she sat comfortably between his legs. They started a game of Exploding Snaps, which soon turned into a competition with Hermione and Ginny the ones to meet.
"Wait-wait!" bellowed Ron lunging to tap his wand on a card. "Ha HA! Take that Mione,"
"You shouldn't get cocky Ronald," she said quickly following, "Especially if I do…this!"
The stack of cards exploded shower Ron and Harry in ashes and dust with everyone coughing and laughing as the dust settle. The candy trolley finally stopped in front of their compartment and everyone moved to get something to eat.
"Sugar Quills?" George whispered into Hermione's ear as she sat up. "Or Cauldron Cakes?"
"Both please," she said, blushing a bit before digging into her pockets for change, "Here this should—"
"Don't worry, I'll get it," he said, brushing past her before she could protest.
She sighed and sat down next to Ginny who was nibbling on her Licorice wands. Glanced over to her young friend, she notice Ginny was giving her the 'I know something' look that unnerved Hermione to no end.
"What?"
"You two are good for each other," she said, offering a wand to her. "I'm glad you guys are going out, and don't worry I'll hex him if he's an arse."
Hermione smiled as she bit into the licorice, "I hope I don't have to take you up on that,"
"You won't need to, he would rather go against my mother then go against you. He really cares for you."
"I know, I care for him too," she said smiling at him.
"Now that's obvious," Ginny said giggling.
"What's obvious?" George answered, a small bag of sugar quills and cauldron cakes in one hand and a handful of chocolate frogs in the other.
"Ron's stupidity," Ginny answered, winking at Hermione.
"Well, that goes without question," he answered, handing Hermione her sweets and sliding in next to her, "But I believe it is lack of sense instead of a stupidity on his part."
"You two are terrible," Hermione said shaking her head, and pulling out a sugar quill
"It's in the job description love," he said sneaking a bite out of her quill
Once everyone had their own supply of sweets, the conversation gravitated towards the next Quidditch World cup that was suppose to happen during the summer. Hermione bowed out of the conversation and turned her attention to her Numerology and Grammatica textbook. As she was just about to be completely absorbed in her book George poked her in the rib.
"Question," he stated. "Would you like me to write this summer?"
She smiled, not taking her eyes off her book, "I'll reply back if you do,"
He grinned at her, "I'll make it a top priority then."
She glanced up at him, "You're cheesy sometimes you know that?"
"Yes, yes I do," he grinned and leaned forward to kiss her sweetly.
"Oh merlin! Please stop them!" Fred mockingly whined, drawing everyone's attention to them.
Hermione blushed and raised her book like a screen, blocking everyone else's stares as she kissed him back. He cupped her face as he quickly deepened the kiss, ignoring the sounds of protest that sound throughout the compartment. The whole situation brought a shiver down Hermione's spin, she wasn't a person of public affection but this gave her a thrill like no other. She broke away for air but he continued to kiss her along her jawline, teasing her as he nibbled a spot that made her moan deep in her throat.
"OH PLEASE! Stop the horror!" Fred called out dramatically.
Blushing Hermione broke away and slowly brought the book down, facing the small group of laughing friends. George wrapped an arm around her and kissed her on top of her head, chuckling with everyone else. Hermione smiled and leaned into him, loving how warm she felt with him.
"You'll write back?" he asked softly.
"Always," she said with a sigh. "How else am I going to pass the summer?"
He grinned, "Hopefully with me?"
She returned the grin with a twinkle in her eye. "I would love to."
Next chapter is the Quidditch World Cup - a romantic atmosphere, a chase and perhaps a declaration of love?
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