A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Confessions of a Summer Romance

The Diary Of Hermione Granger

July 2nd

George's Room (The Burrow)

12:26 AM

Now, don't be so quick to judge! I have, on more than one occasion, fallen asleep while studying and it seems I had done just that last night. There had been nothing "naughty" taking place while George and I were both in this room though Ginny had suggested it loudly through the closed door on a number of occasions. George had brushed it off with a comment about how strange his sister was and how Mrs. Weasley should have stopped with him. I questioned about whether or not Fred should have been allowed to be born and he'd laughed and called Fred a waste of good Weasley genes before pausing to add, "Then again, so is Percy..."

I, being the more mature of the two, had swatted him on the arm for such a rude comment. Percy Weasley had joined Harry's side in the battle against Voldemort after that fateful night in the Department of Ministries, yet his head hadn't deflated enough to admit having been wrong for two years and so, he was still...estranged from the Weasley family. Such a shame, I believed. He had been such a bright boy and I'd looked up to him fondly before his betrayal. Now, I found myself siding with George about such a waste of good Weasley genes. Though, you'd never hear me admit that to George.

He and I had argued heatedly, after that. It seemed the kiss I had so suddenly shoved on him the night before had created a bit of... tension, that we had found easy to dispense through short, sloppy battles of wit. He used the crudest of remarks while I used words that stumped even my parents who were both quite intelligent.

By the end dinner time we had covered the words pernicious, -"It means harmful or spiteful." "So Ginny is being very pernicious when she says that your hair is too frizzy today and that you should have used the conditioner she bought for you that day at the store?" "Yes, that's right." "But, what if I agree with her? Your hair is looking mighty-." He didn't get to finish.- inundate, -"To overwhelm something, George." "Well then, Hermione, you inundate me with all of your big, fancy words."- nebulous, - "It means 'vague'." "That kiss last night was nebulous, Hermione. I think you've found something that you don't do so well. Then again, I'd be happy to re-grade you if you agreed to re-test." "You're being pernicious, George and stop bringing that up before I-!" "Now, now! Keep your knickers on woman and stop using words I don't know." "We just talked about-" "I don't remember such trivial things. Lay one on me again and I may remember."

The moments after that had been winsome and my dominion over the whole act just heightened how great it felt to be doing it all over again. I think I'm starting to like this snogging with George deal... It seems to have it's high points.

An example of one would be the way he's seemed to take a liking to defending me. When Ginny walked in whilst we were still connected at every inch of viable skin and cartilage, she'd taken a quick gasp before squealing about how she'd known it all along and that our 'secret affair' had been discovered. I hadn't bothered pulling away long enough to give her the time of day. Let her squeal and babble about her nonsense predictions and such, I was in heaven at that moment with George's hands rested against my thin hips that made my self-consciousness about their size fade away and with my toes hurting from standing on their tips for so long being blurred in my mind by the feel of his tongue taking long, warm swipes against the seal of my lips. However, much to my displeasure, he'd pulled away long enough to show her a rather vulgar hand gesture and tell her to go off and snog Harry before he was forced to show said brunette images from the "Happy Potty" incident.

I have no idea what the "Happy Potty" incident is but Ginny apparently remembered it quite well seeing as her eyes grew to the size of the clock on the wall before she squealed once again about how cruel George was while she stomped out of the room to go and badger Ron or Harry. Either was fine with me at the time. I just wanted her out.

Another incident happened that evening at dinner when I dropped my spoon on the ground on accident. George had reached bent over and grabbed it for me but instead of just handing it back, he'd headed to the sick to give it a quick rise. Ron had snorted and said, "What are you? A muggle? Just charm it clean!"

George hadn't even turned to offer a sarcastic comment; strange, I know.

Harry had taken to him after that, "How polite, George. Cleaning up a spoon for your girlfriend."

George had snorted slightly, handing my spoon back to me and not acknowledging my 'thank you' when he said, "No, Harry. Cleaning up a spoon for a lady who's dropped her is what we call manners. You may want to learn some quickly otherwise you and Ron will find yourselves snogging each other senseless because no woman wants either of you."

His smile had been small, charming and polite before he'd turning back to his meal.

Oh, yes Diary. I'm really getting used to this snogging with George Weasley thing. He even helped me study for my Healer exams this evening. That's the reason I'm in his room, writing at his desk and listening to his snores from the small bed he'd created for himself on the floor.

Always the gentleman, that George Weasley. Who would have thought?

Goodnight wishes,

Hermione J. Granger

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