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(2/7)-Matchmaking and The Letters
by:GoldenSilence
email=flipgal14@yahoo.com
category:romance/humor
keywords:George, Weasley Twins, Hermione, George/Hermione, Ron/Lavender
spoilers:PS/SS, CoS
rating:PG
summary:Sometimes the most unlikely people are really the most likely to get together. George and Hermione find humor and romance..eventually. First they must deal with the gossips that are Lavender and Parvarti, Jordan Lee being his usual self, strange letters from mystery admirers, and Ron's crush.
disclaimer:This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N=Thanks to everyone that has reviewed. Yup, that's it. Wins the shortest a/n ever award, don't it? At least it isn't paragraphs long-like the one after I see the Harry Potter movie for the third time probably will be.:)
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Harry woke up to the distinct feeling of something squishy and slimy beneath his arm. The squishy and slimy thing in question was protesting his smothering with feeble croaks.
"'Lo, Neville. Did you lose your frog again? "
Neville bounded over to Harry's bed worriedly.
"Did you see him?Is he alright? "
Harry let up his arm to reveal a very angry green frog, who now that he wasn't being smothered was croaking to the fullest of his ability.
"Trevor!"
Neville scooped up the frog and hugged him, placing Trevor in his front pocket while the frog squirmed vehemently against this new arrangement.
"Thanks Harry. "
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Against the frog and all the other hubub of the boy's dormitory, Fred shouted at George.
"What is it? "
"Just come over here, okay? "
Fred crossed over the chaos that was the boy's dormitories obligingly.
"Honestly, why can't you just shout whatever it is across the room? It works well enough for everyone else."
George was starting to have second thoughts about the whole thing. Maybe he should just keep this letter to himself.
Too late for that now.. Lee Jordan had happened to be around when Fred was talking, couldn't help overhearing him, and was now looking at both of the twins curiously.
"What kind of top secret plan are you guys up to? Another order form for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes? Sending Malfoy a howler? Pulling off Proffesor Mull's wig? Let me in on the fun!"
Fred grinned.
"No clue. I was just going to ask George here what it was he had to tell me."
George doubted his brother or his best friend would keep the letter a secret for two seconds, but still whispered the information to them, none the less.
"Keep it down guys!I got this letter.. and I'm not sure who it's from."
Lee raised his eyebrows.
"No signature? "
"Nope."
Fred, not having read the letter yet, had no idea as to the nature of it, and therefor couldn't understand why anyone wouldn't have signed it.
"Stupid. Why wouldn't anyone put a signature on a letter? "
George jabbed the letter at him. "It's..well..you'll see why."
Fred and Lee read over the letter. By the time they finished, both were gaping at George.
George ran a hand through his hair and adopted his most Lockhart-like expression.
"I know, I know. Who on earth would write to me? It could be any of millions of girls!"
"Ha!" said his twin. "Don't flatter yourself."
George was serious for a moment. "Look, Fred, would you mind not telling everyone about this?"
Lee, still listening in, was no longer looking shocked and now had a sort of malicious twinkle in his eye. The next thing George knew, Lee was bellowing at him as if they were a million miles away from each other instead of a few feet.
"WHAT? YOU GOT A LETTER FROM A GIRL AND DON'T WANT ME TO SAY ANYTHING? "
George winced. Instantly, half of the boy's dorm stopped what they were doing to look over at Lee, Fred, and George. Even Neville was temporarily distracted from trying to keep his frog from jumping out of his shirt pocket.
George felt extremely grateful that the other half of the boy's dorm had already gone
to breakfast. Lee gave an impish smile.
"SPEAK UP! I CAN'T HEAR YOU, GEORGE!"
George mentally decided the next time he got his hands on Neville's toad, he would make sure and hide it in Lee's bed.
"Of course you can't hear over that deafening din you're making," George muttered, resigned to the fact that as it was, a good twenty boys now knew about his little letter.
Jordan laughed and reverted back to his normal voice.
"Don't be so sore, George. I don't get what the big deal is. You don't even know who it's from!"
Fred added, "I don't think I would want to know if I were him. No offense, George, but the poetry in this letter is pretty awful."
"Yeah. Sounds like something you'd find one of those blasted dwarfs singing," said Jordan, referring back to three years ago when Gilderoy Lockhart had employed dwarfs and dressed them up like cupids. The resulting image looked more like Harry's cousin Dudley then anything else.
"The only person that would send a letter like that would be moaning myrtle, though it would be hard for her to fall in love with you unless...George, you haven't been in the girl's bathroom lately, have you? "
George glared at both of them.
"Oh, hardy har har."
Fred glanced around the room. "Hey, if you guys just want to sit around here playing detective, that's great, but we are already going to be late to breakfast, and I'm starving."
George and Lee glanced around as well. Sure enough, no one was left in the dormitory. The other guys had all already filtered out.
The twins and Lee started making their way down the spiral staircase, talking as they went.
Lee appeared to be contemplating something. "Hmm....George, you think it could be from Hermione?"
George looked skeptical and Fred guffawed. "How can it be? It doesn't mention S-P-E-W once."
George for some reason, found himself defending Hermione.
"Oh, lay off it. Hermione couldn't have written this."
"No, but maybe Fleur could, " said Lee.
"Nah. The only poetry Fleur writes is probably to herself," Fred disagreed, making George chuckle.
Fleur had transferred just that year to Hogwarts, much to her own chagrin. It had been her parent's choice, and Fleur could daily be heard complaining about everything from the banisters ( not polished!) to the content of the classes ( boring!)
By the time the gang reached the Great Hall, they were already quite late. A good number of heads turned to watch as the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan tried to make their way inconspicuously to the Gryffindor table.
Their plan failed miserably. A scraping of chairs was heard as Harry and Ron scooted to one side to make room for them ( Hermione just looked at them dissaprovingly from her spot on Ron's right side and refused to budge an inch. )
McGonagall had seen their entrance too ( along with all the rest of the teachers ) but didn't say anything, though her eyes said volumes; something along the lines of "I'll deal with you later."
Hermione, who wasn't anywhere near as much like McGonagall as to be able to keep silent, hissed at George through her teeth.
"You're late."
George grinned at her.
"Exactly..for us, that's right on time."
Hermione was about to say something else, and from the look on her face, it was probably something not exactly nice, but Dumbledore interrupted.
"Ahem! For our morning announcement, I have something sort of important to discuss. At least, important to you diligent students"- was it George's imagination or did he glance in Hermione's direction?-"The rest of you, I'm sure, will simply forget all about it in the next few minutes. Ahh, the wonders of a rememberball at times like these.."
McGonagall coughed impatiently, giving Dumbledore the signal to hurry on and get to the point.
"Anyway, the heart of the matter is...the day for your O.W.L's exams has been rescheduled, or should I say moved up to, today."
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(2/7)-Matchmaking and The Letters
by:GoldenSilence
email=flipgal14@yahoo.com
category:romance/humor
keywords:George, Weasley Twins, Hermione, George/Hermione, Ron/Lavender
spoilers:PS/SS, CoS
rating:PG
summary:Sometimes the most unlikely people are really the most likely to get together. George and Hermione find humor and romance..eventually. First they must deal with the gossips that are Lavender and Parvarti, Jordan Lee being his usual self, strange letters from mystery admirers, and Ron's crush.
disclaimer:This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N=Thanks to everyone that has reviewed. Yup, that's it. Wins the shortest a/n ever award, don't it? At least it isn't paragraphs long-like the one after I see the Harry Potter movie for the third time probably will be.:)
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Harry woke up to the distinct feeling of something squishy and slimy beneath his arm. The squishy and slimy thing in question was protesting his smothering with feeble croaks.
"'Lo, Neville. Did you lose your frog again? "
Neville bounded over to Harry's bed worriedly.
"Did you see him?Is he alright? "
Harry let up his arm to reveal a very angry green frog, who now that he wasn't being smothered was croaking to the fullest of his ability.
"Trevor!"
Neville scooped up the frog and hugged him, placing Trevor in his front pocket while the frog squirmed vehemently against this new arrangement.
"Thanks Harry. "
****************
Against the frog and all the other hubub of the boy's dormitory, Fred shouted at George.
"What is it? "
"Just come over here, okay? "
Fred crossed over the chaos that was the boy's dormitories obligingly.
"Honestly, why can't you just shout whatever it is across the room? It works well enough for everyone else."
George was starting to have second thoughts about the whole thing. Maybe he should just keep this letter to himself.
Too late for that now.. Lee Jordan had happened to be around when Fred was talking, couldn't help overhearing him, and was now looking at both of the twins curiously.
"What kind of top secret plan are you guys up to? Another order form for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes? Sending Malfoy a howler? Pulling off Proffesor Mull's wig? Let me in on the fun!"
Fred grinned.
"No clue. I was just going to ask George here what it was he had to tell me."
George doubted his brother or his best friend would keep the letter a secret for two seconds, but still whispered the information to them, none the less.
"Keep it down guys!I got this letter.. and I'm not sure who it's from."
Lee raised his eyebrows.
"No signature? "
"Nope."
Fred, not having read the letter yet, had no idea as to the nature of it, and therefor couldn't understand why anyone wouldn't have signed it.
"Stupid. Why wouldn't anyone put a signature on a letter? "
George jabbed the letter at him. "It's..well..you'll see why."
Fred and Lee read over the letter. By the time they finished, both were gaping at George.
George ran a hand through his hair and adopted his most Lockhart-like expression.
"I know, I know. Who on earth would write to me? It could be any of millions of girls!"
"Ha!" said his twin. "Don't flatter yourself."
George was serious for a moment. "Look, Fred, would you mind not telling everyone about this?"
Lee, still listening in, was no longer looking shocked and now had a sort of malicious twinkle in his eye. The next thing George knew, Lee was bellowing at him as if they were a million miles away from each other instead of a few feet.
"WHAT? YOU GOT A LETTER FROM A GIRL AND DON'T WANT ME TO SAY ANYTHING? "
George winced. Instantly, half of the boy's dorm stopped what they were doing to look over at Lee, Fred, and George. Even Neville was temporarily distracted from trying to keep his frog from jumping out of his shirt pocket.
George felt extremely grateful that the other half of the boy's dorm had already gone
to breakfast. Lee gave an impish smile.
"SPEAK UP! I CAN'T HEAR YOU, GEORGE!"
George mentally decided the next time he got his hands on Neville's toad, he would make sure and hide it in Lee's bed.
"Of course you can't hear over that deafening din you're making," George muttered, resigned to the fact that as it was, a good twenty boys now knew about his little letter.
Jordan laughed and reverted back to his normal voice.
"Don't be so sore, George. I don't get what the big deal is. You don't even know who it's from!"
Fred added, "I don't think I would want to know if I were him. No offense, George, but the poetry in this letter is pretty awful."
"Yeah. Sounds like something you'd find one of those blasted dwarfs singing," said Jordan, referring back to three years ago when Gilderoy Lockhart had employed dwarfs and dressed them up like cupids. The resulting image looked more like Harry's cousin Dudley then anything else.
"The only person that would send a letter like that would be moaning myrtle, though it would be hard for her to fall in love with you unless...George, you haven't been in the girl's bathroom lately, have you? "
George glared at both of them.
"Oh, hardy har har."
Fred glanced around the room. "Hey, if you guys just want to sit around here playing detective, that's great, but we are already going to be late to breakfast, and I'm starving."
George and Lee glanced around as well. Sure enough, no one was left in the dormitory. The other guys had all already filtered out.
The twins and Lee started making their way down the spiral staircase, talking as they went.
Lee appeared to be contemplating something. "Hmm....George, you think it could be from Hermione?"
George looked skeptical and Fred guffawed. "How can it be? It doesn't mention S-P-E-W once."
George for some reason, found himself defending Hermione.
"Oh, lay off it. Hermione couldn't have written this."
"No, but maybe Fleur could, " said Lee.
"Nah. The only poetry Fleur writes is probably to herself," Fred disagreed, making George chuckle.
Fleur had transferred just that year to Hogwarts, much to her own chagrin. It had been her parent's choice, and Fleur could daily be heard complaining about everything from the banisters ( not polished!) to the content of the classes ( boring!)
By the time the gang reached the Great Hall, they were already quite late. A good number of heads turned to watch as the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan tried to make their way inconspicuously to the Gryffindor table.
Their plan failed miserably. A scraping of chairs was heard as Harry and Ron scooted to one side to make room for them ( Hermione just looked at them dissaprovingly from her spot on Ron's right side and refused to budge an inch. )
McGonagall had seen their entrance too ( along with all the rest of the teachers ) but didn't say anything, though her eyes said volumes; something along the lines of "I'll deal with you later."
Hermione, who wasn't anywhere near as much like McGonagall as to be able to keep silent, hissed at George through her teeth.
"You're late."
George grinned at her.
"Exactly..for us, that's right on time."
Hermione was about to say something else, and from the look on her face, it was probably something not exactly nice, but Dumbledore interrupted.
"Ahem! For our morning announcement, I have something sort of important to discuss. At least, important to you diligent students"- was it George's imagination or did he glance in Hermione's direction?-"The rest of you, I'm sure, will simply forget all about it in the next few minutes. Ahh, the wonders of a rememberball at times like these.."
McGonagall coughed impatiently, giving Dumbledore the signal to hurry on and get to the point.
"Anyway, the heart of the matter is...the day for your O.W.L's exams has been rescheduled, or should I say moved up to, today."
------end of chapter------
