George Weasley was well known around Hogwarts. He was also well known to Hermione Granger, and not in a good way. She knew him as Ron's big brother, a prankster and general troublemaker that made her life hell. So she was not going to even give him a second thought about going to the Yule Ball with him. He was the last one left that she hadn't turned down or given a vague yes to. He had been even worse than Ron, leaving his decision until the very last minute. Fred thought that he was mad and in a way he was. Hermione had made it clear on a number of occasions that she thought the twins were very immature and should try to do more work, for a change. But despite that he thought that she was lovely, really really nice and almost perfect for him, though he knew he did not stand a chance with her.
"Granger!" She looked around at him, her long brown hair flying across her shoulder in a way that made him want to scoop it up in his hands and well, he didn't really know what he wanted to do with it he just wanted to touch it.
"Have you got a date for tomorrow?" She raised an eyebrow at him, questioning him slightly with her eyes. "You know, a date, a dance partner." She nodded, smiling slightly as he started to go slightly red and flushed.
"I know what you meant. Are you trying to ask me out George?" Her smiled broadened slightly. He shrugged, looking down at her. She looked so feminine, shyly smiling up at him, blushing and doing that twisty waist thing that made her seem as though she was flirting with him.
"Are you flirting with me?" She shrugged as well, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"I might be, possibly." He answered, leaning against the cold stone of the Charms corridor. Her cheeks immediately flushed with colour and she looked away from him suddenly nervous and slightly shy. George then realised how much taller he was than her, almost towering over her as she stood there looking down at the floor and her feet.
"It's alright if you have a date, I won't be offended, I just wondered."
For some reason she didn't want to see him look so upset and hurt. She may not like George sometimes, but he was still a nice guy.
Her hand found its way onto his arm, resting just above his elbow, pulling him back to her as he started to turn away.
"I'm sorry and I was flirting with you." Her voice was soft as he bent down, returning her touch. He was so close to her, she could smell his soap and aftershave. So close she could just lean up and brush her lips against his. She didn't know why she wanted to kiss him but there was just something about him that made her feel different inside, very different inside from when she spoke to Diggory and Krum or any of the other boys who over the past couple of days had asked her out.
"Will you save a dance for me?" She dumbly nodded as he pulled way leaving her with the faint scent of his scent. Why did love have to be so complicated?