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"Blimey, George! We haven't even given a proper demo of Tornado Flippers yet so many people have made advanced bookings for them. That's insane!" , said Ron who was assorting the said new invention in bright yellow containers.

George grinned. "That's called goodwill my less handsome brother."

"Says who?", asked Ron.

"Customers", George replied. He was still grinning.

Ron rolled his eyes and took a deep sigh. "I mean who said that I'm less handsome?"

"I'll give you a hint. Her name ends with eeeeee", said George. He was enjoying this conversation.

"Hermione told you that I'm less handsome?", asked Ron. He was bewildered.

George smirked.

"I can't believe it. I just can't believe it. Back in our fifth year she declared that I had the emotional range of a teaspoon."

George immediately added, " Whoa! I'm amazed by Hermione's intelligence. I knew she was good at academics but she's not just book smart, you know?"

"Of course she's very smart. She is dangerously intelligent. Wait! What do you mean? You mean to say she's correct?" , asked a startled Ron.

"Of course Ronniekins."

Ron winced at the use of that name.

"Hermione is always correct. Almost always."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Almost? What do mean? When is she ever wrong?"

"Her feelings", said George as a matter of factly.

"She's a human. I know how passionate and kind she is. She understands peoples' emotions much better than many people her age. I've seen her." He paused. For a minute. He had a faraway look in his eyes.

"I've seen her console Ginny. And You. She used to console me as well. Well at least she tried to."

Ron immediately understood he was talking about Fred. That time...

George turned to Ron and smiled. "Don't worry I'm fine. Mum now has one less troublemaker to worry about."

Ron's eyes were glistening with tears.

"Ronny Pony! No matter what and how hard you try, I'll always agree with what Hermione said. You have an emotional range of a teaspoon and that's a fact that cannot be changed no matter how much you cry", said George. He had a mischievous smile on his face.

"Hey! Don't call me by that horrendous name. Merlin! Only you can come up with such wicked names. I suggest you save those names for your kids", said Ron. He was now smiling.

"Don't lie Ron. I saw you blush when I called you Ronny Pony. Your cheeks turned the colour of my hair", said George. He grinned.

"I was not blushing and what do you mean by your hair? My hair is just a red as yours. We are Weasleys! We all have red hair", shouted Ron.

"Ah! And that's where you're wrong my adopted brother", said George calmly.

"What? Adopted? -" Ron screamed but was cut off by George.

"Yes, yes Ronniekins. You see, dad and Lucius Malfoy never got along very well. They're enemies. Dad has told you how Lucius was giving him a pain in- well you know where", said George.

"No I don't. That man caused pain to our dad and I never knew it. Dad never told me about it. Where did he cause him pain and how? Is there any way to cure the pain? I hate that man even more now", growled Ron.

George started laughing hysterically. He fell on the floor laughing.

"George that man was giving dad a pain somewhere we don't even know about and you're laughing! You're the insensitive one. Now I got it. Last year when dad came back from work, he was complaining of body pain. Now I know the reason", Ron said through gritted teeth.

George started laughing even more. He rolled on the floor.

Ron got furious. "Care to tell me which part of his body is paining and how do we cure it?", asked Ron. He was glaring at his brother.

George got up from the floor trying very hard not laugh. He took a deep breath and answered.

"Well for your first question my answer is ask dad. It's his body and all rights to reveal exactly where is body hurts are reserved with him", said George who tried very hard to suppress his laughter.

"As for the second question as to how to cure the pain, you need to consult a healer. So next time you break your bones and fracture your leg, just ask the healer about the cure for that pain", said George. He smirked.

Ron nodded. Before he could speak, George started talking again. "But that's not the point. The thing I'm going to tell you is confidential. Don't tell anyone about this Ron."

Ron's face stiffened. "Y-Yeah I wouldn't tell anyone. What is it?"

"You, Ronniekins, are not a Weasley. Dad kidnapped you from St. Mungo's. You are Lucius and Narcissa's son. You're Draco's twin. Unidentical of course. You're a blond just like the Malfoys. Dad wanted to take revenge from Lucius and so kidnapped you and painted your hair red."

Ron grimaced. George started laughing.

"You could have come up with a better story. I bet even Hogwarts : A History is better than this stupid story of yours", said Ron who was disgusted by his brother's story.

"Don't tell me you've read that book", said George raising an eyebrow.

"Merlin no! I can't even dream of reading that book. Hermione keeps reading that book. Only Merlin knows how many times she's read it. She keeps quoting the damn book", said Ron.

"Speaking of Hermione" ,said George, "I think she's confused."

"Confused? Hermione? What are you talking about?" , asked Ron.

"Confused about her feelings Ron. She's confused and needs someone to knock some sense into her."

George saw the confused look on Ron's face.

"Leave it", said George. "I want to ask you something important." He walked towards Ron and stood in front of him.

"Do you think Harry and Ginny should get married?", he asked.

Ron was shocked that George had asked him such a question.

"Of course! Why are you asking? Is something wrong?"

"Why do you think they should get married Ron?", George asked simply.

"Er.. well they know each other. They know each other quite well. They have spent so much time together and Ginny understands Harry like no one does. Harry loves spending time with Ginny. They love playing Quidditch. I don't think anyone else would be better for them. They are perfect for each other", said Ron.

George nodded in understanding. "Ok Ron. By the way what's Harry's favourite colour?"

"Harry's favourite colour? Why are you asking me such silly questions George?", asked Ron. He was still confused.

"Nothing really. Now answer me", George demanded.

"I don't know", said Ron shrugging his shoulders. "I'll ask Hermione and let you know."

George smirked. "What's Hermione's favourite colour Ron? She was your girlfriend. You should be knowing this at least", he said.

Ron felt embarrassed. "We never discussed colours with each other. We were busy getting worried about Harry and helping him as much as we could. We never got much time at Hogwarts to discuss colours. And Hermione used to go spare whenever Harry got into trouble and that was like most of the time. But I'll ask her", said Ron.

"Yes go ahead and ask her. She'll be happy to know that her best friend who is also her ex-boyfriend doesn't know about her favourite colour" , said George. He was grinning.

"Merlin, you're absolutely right George. I think I'll ask Harry. Harry knows Hermione better than me and even if he doesn't know, it doesn't matter. He'll ask Hermione and she wouldn't say a word to him. Hermione's soft with Harry, you know?"

George smiled. "Everyone does except them", he muttered to himself.

"I think it's time you tell mum about your breakup. You've already delayed a lot. Trust me Ron now is the best time to tell her. You have no idea how many lives will be ruined otherwise."

"What? Who's lives will be ruined? George are you fine? Have you been hit by a bludger? You're acting weird", said Ron. He was worried. "I am going to talk to mum today," he said knowing very well that his brother wouldn't accept that he was being silly.

"Oh and it was Ginny", said George.

Ron shot him a confused look but before he could speak George answered, "It was Ginny who called you less handsome."

"What? But you said her name ends with e and Ginny ends with y", shouted Ron.

"I never said the name ends with an 'e' my not so dear brother. I said the name ends like eeeeee and by eeeee I meant Ginyyyyyy", said George. He sported a lopsided grin.

Ron scowled.

Hermione stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel when she heard her mobile ring. 'Mum' , she thought and smiled.

She had left her phone in the living room the night before while going through the Ministry papers. She sighed.

She went downstairs inside her living room and picked up the phone.

"Hey mum! I'm running late. Is there anything important?" , she asked.

Just then she heard a sound coming from the fireplace. Harry came out of the fireplace and started dusting the powder off his robes.

Hermione screamed.

Harry looked up at her. His eyes widened at the sight in front her. Hermione Granger, his best friend, was standing in front of him wrapped in a white towel that was just above her knees with a phone in her hand.

"Hermione what happened? Are you alright?", Mrs. Granger's voice came from the phone.

Hermione trembled. "I-I'm fine mum. I'll talk to you later."

Hermione looked at Harry. Her breath hitched when his eyes laid on her's.

Harry kept gazing at her. Her hair was tied in a bun. A curl was hanging down reaching her left shoulder. A water droplet freed itself from the tip of the curl and Harry's eyes followed it. It travelled down her collarbone and finally merged with the towel.

"Harry", Hermione breathed.

Harry's eyes met her's immediately.

"Yeah", said Harry in such a low voice, he doubted wether Hermione had heard him.

"Harry will you turn around and look somewhere else please", Hermione requested. She looked at TV on the wall, unable to meet his eyes. She could feel her whole body burning. She feared that her body would start radiating heat and that Harry would feel it as well.

Harry nodded furiously and turned around. "I er.. thought that we could go to the Ministry together. I- sorry. I shouldn't have flooed here without telling you. I'm sorry Hermione."

"No Harry it's not your fault. I woke up late else I would've been ready by now. I floo to the Ministry this time everyday. I'll just go get ready and come back. You just wait here. I'll be back in a minute", said Hermione and carefully left the room.

Harry turned around and exhaled a sigh of relief. He sank into the couch and closed his eyes but to no relief. The image of Hermione wrapped in her towel was flashing before his eyes.

No this is not right. Think something. Think something. Think!

The image of Hermione was still there but then, as he started thinking, the towel got replaced by a white gown. A wedding gown. Hermione was dressed as a bride and she looked as breathtakingly beautiful as she looked in that towel.

The towel once again. What are you doing? You're not helping. Think something. Don't think about the towel. Stop saying 'towel'. Towel towel towel.

Harry covered his ears with his hands and started shouting, " Snape in a corset! Snape in a corset!"

Hermione came running into the room and sat next to Harry. She kept a hand on his arm gently and said, "Harry."

He stopped shouting and looked at her.

"I-I'm fine Hermione. I'm perfectly fine. You're ready? You didn't have breakfast. Have it. I'll wait for you. I'll make tea", he said and got up.

Hermione stood up and held his arm. "Harry I don't want anything. We're both already running late. I'll have something at the office. Are you fine? Tell me the truth. You were screaming Harry. Screaming about Snape in a", Hermione didn't finish the sentence. Harry and Hermione looked at each other for a few seconds and then burst out laughing.

"Imagine Snape walking down the hall in a corset deducting points from all the houses for laughing at him", said Harry and they both started laughing again.

After a few minutes Hermione held her hand to Harry. "I think we should go now. We're already very late."

Harry took her hand. It was soft. Her touch was magical. Her fingers lightly wrapped around his palm. He wanted to hold her hand forever.

Harry and Hermione reached the Ministry still holding hands. They entered the lift and were pushed inside by the crowd of wizards and witches who seemed to be too busy to notice anyone or anything.

Hermione was leaning against the wall of the lift and Harry was standing in front of her with his hands on her either side for support. They kept staring at each other and for a moment forgot that they were in a lift surrounded by ministry workers. Harry could feel his increased heartbeat. He didn't know that Hermione felt the same.

He finally spoke, "Vanilla. Your face smells of vanilla."

Hermione blushed. "That's because of my new lip balm." She tried looking at door of the lift but her view was blocked by Harry. Her view was obstructed by Harry's wide shoulders, broad chest and lean physique. Stop! What are you thinking Hermione? He's your best friend. Best friend who's going to get married in a month. I can't. I wouldn't...Harry's attention turned to her lips. Her lips were beautiful. It wasn't the first time he had noticed them. It also hadn't been the first time that he mentally rebuked himself for having such thoughts.

Not again. Not again. You like the smell? Fine. There's still no need to look at her delectable lips. Do her lips just smell like vanilla or they taste like it as well?

"Harry I need to go", said Hermione nervously.

"Huh?"

"My floor's arrived" ,she said pointing towards the door. Harry looked back at the door and made way for her to leave. "Have a nice day Hermione", he said. He smiled at her.

She returned his smile. "You too."