Disclaimer: I hope you're all enjoying this as much as I am. I've changed the the chapter tease slightly because I've decided to change a few things that will come to pass in the story.
Gwinevere laughed as George pulled her into each store and pub. They had been there for about an hour and Gwinevere didn't want to go back to the Burrow. Entering the Three Broomsticks, George ordered them two butterbeers. He then pulled her to a secluded booth towards the back. Sliding in Gwinevere peeked over the small wall seperating them from the rest of the pub. George turned and peeked with her.
"What's so interesting?" he asked. She shook her head, grinning. Plopping herself back down, she pulled him down also.
"What's the best part about Hogsmeade?" she asked. George grinned.
"You'll see. I'll show you after we're done here," he told her. Nodding, she was about to ask another question when someone interuppted her.
"George Weasley." The two turned to see a woman, obviously around George's age. The woman uncerimoniously sat down at their booth and slid up close to a now very nervous George.
"What are you doing here?! It's been ages since we've talked!" she exclaimed. Gwinevere coughed politely and the woman looked over with a raised eyebrow. She looked Gwinevere over with a critical glare and then turned back to George.
"George dear, don't you know it's illegal to date underaged women. Their normally called jailbait for a reason," she said. George was about to say something, but Gwinevere beat him to it.
"Actually I'm nineteen." Both George and the woman stared at him. Gwinevere had never actually told him her age and now it was obvious he had thought she was much older. The woman obviously only made her statement based on Gwinevere's dress. She was sporting a long flowing white skirt and a rather clingy red tank-top and flip flops. Gwinevere's eyes widened slightly and she made a move to get closer to the woman when George placed a hand on her leg, stopping her. The touch had shot off warning bells and Gwinevere immediately pulled away, earning her a questioning glance from George before he turned back to the woman.
"Nice to see you again Nicole," he greeted. "This is Gwinevere. She's a friend of mine. She came here with Ron." Nicoles eyes brightened at the name.
"Oh Ron! I heard he was alive!" She then turned to Gwinevere. "Are you Ron's girlfriend?" By now Gwinevere was so annoyed that instead of answering she stood, saying that she was going to see if their drinks were coming. She appeared a few minutes later with three opened bottles of butterbeers. She handed one to Nicole.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" she asked. George glanced at her before looking at the bottle Gwinevere had handed Nicole. His eyes widened with barely contained mirth and he coughed looking down at his drink. Nicole began to take a huge swig of her butterbeer.
"I asked if you were Ron's girlfriend?" she said. Gwinevere glanced over at George before answering.
"Many seem to think so," was her short answer. That's when it happened. Nicole's eyes rolled back and she slumped in her chair. George snorted into his drink. Soon the two were laughing.
"Why'd you do that?" he asked, trying to gain his breath. She shrugged.
"She was getting on my nerves..." He smiled.
"So... you want to see the best part of Hogsmeade?" Her eyes brightened and she nodded eagerly, getting up and following him out, leaving Nicole there with the other half of the candy lying by her bottle. Someone would figure it out. George led her out of the town and up the small road, both absorbed in their own thoughts. Gwinevere could tell that, ever since the small episode this morning, George had been trying to figure her out and why she was being so weird when he touched her. Gwinevere also knew that Ron hadn't betrayed her secret and had left it up to her to tell him. Nicholai had said the same thing, though he wasn't so sure about her choice in men. After all, the Weasley twins were notorious for having their fair share of women, until of course, Fred had met Angelina. George however, hadn't been locked down to anyone yet. Nicholai had warned her to be guarded. He didn't want history to repeat itself.
"There it is," George said, breaking her train of thought and drawing her attention to the majestic Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her eyes were wide with joy.
"Wow... It's beautiful," she gasped, gazing at the awesome structure. George smiled at her and she turned to him.
"Thank you... for all of this! I've always wanted to see Hogwarts," she told him. He shrugged.
"It was nothing," he said. It was then Gwinevere realized how close they were. Blushing, she looked away, but George wasn't about to let her get away that fast. He raised her face up with a finger and gazed into her beautiful grey eyes. Hesitant at first, he leaned in and gently caressed her lips with his, feeling her gasp slightly. He stepped closer, pressing his lips more firmly against hers when she stepped away, looking anywhere but at him. Confused he frowned.
"I'm sorry," he said. Her eyes darted up wide.
"No! No! It's not... Oh I'm so sorry. That was lovely, it's just I..."
"What?" he asked embarrassed. Gwinevere looked away.
"I should have told you..."
"Told me what?" George asked. She looked up at him. That's when he noticed how small she looked. How vunerable she was.
"I..." Her voice was barely audible at this point. "George, I... I was raped..." she whispered. There was a terrible silence in which George just stared at her. Then his eyes closed painfully, Ron's words coming back to him.
"Just be careful with her. She may seem light hearted and everything, but she's been hurt... badly... Nicholai and I don't want to see that happen again..."
George opened his mouth to say something but then shut it, not knowing what to say. So this is why she was acting weird...
"Gwinevere..." he stopped himself. She shook her head, trying to put on a brave face.
"No... I'm fine really... I'm alive! I didn't get pregnant..." her voice cracked and suddenly she began to cry. George rushed to her, pulling her to him. Her head fell onto his chest as she continued to cry softly. Her fingers curled around his shirt as she stood there in his arms.
"I was so scared... They didn't even look like the sort who would do such a thing," she whispered, feeling the need to tell him. "They just appeared in their prim suits and pulled me into an ally... It was raining... they left me for dead."
"But Ron found you..." She nodded against his chest. They were silent for a while when Gwinevere suddenly pulled away. She didn't look at him as she backed up.
"I... um... I have to go..." With that she disapparated, leaving George feeling extremely horrible and confused.
"I don't want to talk about it Ginny," Hermione said, exiting the kitchen and sitting down on the couch. Ginny followed and sat beside her.
"Harry told me that you two kissed," she said. Hermione groaned, muttering something about Harry. Ginny smiled.
"It doesn't matter Ginny... I'm married. I can't deal with Ron!"
"Of course you can," Ginny said. Hermione turned to her.
"Shouldn't you be off finishing last minute details or something?" she asked annoyed by her friend's lightness. Ginny waved her hand unmoved.
"Harry's doing that right now. Besides, I've got two weeks until my wedding. I'm not worried yet... but Hermione... you know how Ron is. When he wants something he'll go after it with a will."
"It's been seven years."
"And he still has that same look he gets everytime he sees you. His feelings haven't changed even thought the circumstances have!" Ginny said. Hermione looked away.
"I... Ginny... you don't understand..."
"Then tell me. You've been keeping it all in ever since Ron disappeared..." Hermione looked down at her hands.
"When Ron kissed me... it was as if... something woke up. As if something had just decided to wake up and just dance and it was exhilarating... I hadn't felt that way in a long time..." Ginny's eyes widened.
"Oh my... you do still love him, don't you..." Hermione turned to her.
"Don't you see, Ginny! I can't feel that way! I can't love him anymore! I have two kids and a husband."
"Who you think is cheating on you!" Ginny retorted. Hermione hesitated then stopped, looking away. Ginny took her hands.
"Hermione...You and Ron have the chance to make up for something you lost... What are you so afraid of?" she asked. Hermione got up and went over to the window, looking out.
"I don't want him to hurt me again..."
Gwinevere fiddled nervously with the radio in Ginny's old room. She had heard George arrive an hour ago. She had refused to go to lunch with the gang and after much interogation by Mason and Pfeifer, they all left for Diagon Ally.
Why are you hiding from him?, she asked herself silently as she flipped through the frequencies trying to find something good. She jumped when she heard a knock at the door and turned to find George staring at her. She opened her mouth to say something then stopped herself, turning back to the radio. She heard George cross the room and stand next to her.
"Gwinevere?" She looked up into his worried blue eyes. "If I did something-"
"No," she said quickly. "No you didn't do anything... it's just..." She trailed off, looking away. George took her head in his hands.
"It's just what?" he asked softly. She gazed into his gorgeous blue eyes.
"Ever since I started dating, the men have only been interested in one thing," she whispered. He leaned in and brushed his lips across her cheek before whispering into her ear.
"Don't make me pay for their mistakes..." Pulling away he looked into her eyes. He could still see the lack of trust that had built up from years of abuse... years of hurt... He sighed and looked at the radio. He looked back at her.
"Do you want to dance?" he asked. When she shrugged, he went over to the radio and began to search for a station until he heard a song begin to play. He then took her hand and pulled her close as the introduction began.
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Gwinevere smiled into his chest as George began to hum to the song while they swayed around the room.
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
That's when he started to sing. He spun her, pulling her back in so that their foreheads were touching. Gwinevere began to laugh as he started singing the chorus loudly, spinning and dipping her as they danced around the room.
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be your love suicide
and I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Gwinevere stepped closer to him, their lips barely touching as he continued to sing gently to her. She smiled at some of the lyrics that he whispered in her ear.
Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above
Soon, all they were doing was standing, swaying back and forth. Gwinevere had her arms around his neck, they were cheek to cheek. Her eyes were closed as he made silent promises to her.
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be your love suicide
and I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said
Gwinevere turned her head to the side slightly, looking into his eyes, biting her lip. Hesitantly at first, she kissed him. George was careful not to push anything, knowing that she could bolt at any moment. They just stood there, gently kissing, becoming comfortable with the situation. Gwinevere opened her mouth slightly, letting their tongues gently caress.
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be your love suicide
and I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
They didn't notice the song end and the anouncer begin to speak about nonsense. They didn't care. George felt her shiver slightly as his hands rested firmly on her waist, his fingers lightly brushing against her skin where her tank top had rolled up. She then pulled away, her breath mingling with his as they stood there, eyes still closed.
"You promise?" she asked softly, her lips brushing against his. He nodded, kissing her softly again.
"I promise..."
Pfeifer looked up from toying with Troy's hair to see Gwinevere and George enter. Gwinevere went over to next to her brother, smiling slightly. George drifted over to his brother, who was now smirking at the dazed look on his twin's face. Nicholai watched his sister for a minute before turning to George. He was about to get up when Gwinevere stopped him.
"I want to talk to you..." she whispered. Nicholai frowned but got up, only to be followed by Ron as well. When the three were out of hearing range, Gwinevere turned to them.
"I told George..."
"Gwin!" She held up her hand, preventing Nicholai from finishing his sentence.
"I'm not a child. I know what I'm doing. Besides, Ron! He's your brother. Don't you trust him?"
"I do trust him, but I also know his history with women and it isn't the best one," Ron told her. Gwinevere sighed.
"Well, he's different with me... He actually cares about me and I'm not about to let something like that slip through my fingers... Don't I deserve a little bit after all I've been through?" Nicholai sighed.
"Yeah..." he took his sister's hand. "I guess I'm just acting this way because I don't want to see you get hurt..." Gwinevere couldn't help but blush.
"You don't have to worry..." Ron's eyes widened in alarm.
"You two didn't-"
"No! No... I was just thinking about something, that's all..." Grinning she gave both men a kiss before going back into the room. They watched her go over to George and whisper something to him. He looked up and caught both their eyes at the door. He then turned to Fred and whispered something that made his twin snicker and both men got up and left the room, pulling Gwinevere along with them.
A/N: I promise that the next chapter will be Hermione/Ron! I promise! Maybe I'll give you more flashbacks, but I'm not promising that! And if I don't I promise that you can all hunt me down and chop off my fingers... not really... because that would hurt... ANYWAY! The song, just in case anyone didn't know, is called I'll Be, by Edwin McainR/R!!!!!!
Wesker888: Nope. I don't like to give the redhead a break, do I? I hope you liked the G/G angst/romance!
Avanell: Hermione's being stubborn right now. I'm not exactly sure about the ousting just yet, but maybe. (strokes beard in thought)
connieewing: Were you about Hermione or Gwinevere in the chapter tease? I'm glad you liked it!
Desepere Romantique: I'll try to make Ron/Hermione be the majority of the chapter, though like in all of my stories, there has to be a subplot. Like a deatheater attack or something of the sort to keep it interesting and not all drama and romance. Of course, like in all of my stories, there is an evil little twist that comes up and leaves the reader either extremely mad, or very excited and wanting more. I'm more for the latter.
No Chapter Tease!