Chapter 11: Your Turn
"It's your turn, by the way," Hermione commented as she gathered up their dishes after the movie was over.
"My turn for what?" George asked as he followed her to the kitchen.
"I told you how I got started acting, now you have to tell me what got you started pranking."
He grinned. "Oh, that's easy. Fred and I got hold of a jar of Mum's applesauce when we were three and filled Percy's shoes with it. Been doing it ever since."
She chuckled. "No wonder Percy despises you two."
He winked at her. "We do try."
She opened the freezer. "Care for some ice cream?"
George opened his mouth and stared at her, completely appalled. "Who in their right mind would turn down ice cream?"
This elicited another laugh. "Thought you might say that. What's your poison, rocky road or mint chocolate chip?"
"Can't I have both?" George's look was comically hopeful, causing Hermione to laugh again.
"You're hopeless, you know that, Sparky?"
"If that means I get both kinds, that's fine by me."
She ceremoniously handed over the ice cream scoop, her eyes sparkling with merriment. "Go nuts."
"I thought I already was."
"No argument there." After they had both dished up a sizeable amount of ice cream, they returned to the living room. "Hey, I was thinking about Fredrick. What if we made it so the colors cycle the rainbow?"
He nodded. "That could work. We'll have to figure that out. Of course, that's only if Katie doesn't murder me in my sleep or hex the lab."
Out came the impish grin. "She was pretty mad, wasn't she?"
"I don't think mad is the right word. She was positively livid!"
"We should probably offer her the counter-spell."
"Oh, probably."
She grinned at him, then said, "It's your turn, by the way."
George cocked his head to the side. "Didn't we already do this conversation a few minutes ago?"
"Close. No, it's your turn to pick a movie. It's only 8 o'clock, unless you want to call it a night. Keep in mind, though, Katie knows where you live, Sparky. You might want to lay low for a few hours." She gave him her impish grin again, which was really starting to do funny things to George's heart.
It took him several seconds to answer, causing her to look at him oddly. "You okay, Sparky?"
He mentally shook himself and smiled at her. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just spaced out for a bit there."
"I can see that. So, how about another movie?"
"Sounds good to me, although I doubt I'll be any good at picking one. I'm hardly a genius when it comes to movies."
"Well, what type sounds good? Comedy, musical, action?"
"Comedy," George stated decisively.
"British or American?"
"Let's say British. I don't quite understand American comedy at times."
Hermione's eyes twinkled at him. "Then I have just the thing. Prepare yourself for" she paused dramatically. "Monty Python and the Holy Grail!"
He blinked. "Monty what and the what?"
She giggled. "That's what I thought. Follow me."
George laughed when the Frenchmen showed up at the Castle Aaaaag again at the end and continued pelting King Arthur with livestock, though he made sure to keep his laughter to a minimum. Hermione's head had found its way onto his shoulder at some point during the movie and he was fairly sure she was asleep.
Not wanting to wake her even when the credits started rolling, George shifted into a more comfortable position. The thought that he should probably go came to him right before he drifted off, one arm unconsciously draping itself over the woman cradled to his chest.
