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(5/7)-Secrets..and George
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 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.
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"You acted like you knew!" Hermione continued to give both Parvarti and Lavender her best icy glare.
"We don't know..but we do have a guess," Parvarti said.
"Well, what's your guess then?"
"Sorry, we can't tell until we have it confirmed."
Hermione gave a groan, sounding very fed up. "Confirmed?How are you going to know it's confirmed?Taking fingerprint samples from every guy you meet?"
Lavender and Parvarti each had the same air Peeves seemed to possess whenever he was planning one of his worst pranks. They spoke as one. "We have our ways."
Hermione gave a sigh of defeat. "You guys are as bad as Fred and George."
Lavender bowed. "Thank you, thank you very much."
Parvarti chuckled. "You think we're bad now? You should count yourself lucky my sister Padma is in Ravenclaw."
"I'm beginning to think I had better." Recalling the contents of the letter left Hermione with a certain sense of forboding . "What if the letter turns out to be from some really addlepated guy?"
Lavender wasn't nearly as worried about it as Hermione was. "Oh, we'll just set you up with someone else."
Hermione , remembering the last time they tried to match her up couldn't help shivering. She had been forced to spend the evening star gazing with a boy who's favorite class was, in his own words..lunch. Probably just like George. But for some reason, the idea of going through those same motions with him didn't sound so bad.
Of course, Hermione reminded herself, not all that keen to find the hidden message behind her thoughts, Ned Bottom's (the boy she had been set up with) entire vocabulary consisted of the words "cool", "man", and "dude". Probably because those were the only words his equally limited brain could store without exploding.
"Next class will start soon," Parvarti murmured,checking her watch. "Harry and Ron are waiting for you at the door." She corrected herself without even looking towards the door. "Or Ron, rather. Harry seems to have gone off with Cho."
"How did you know? You using your physic abilities or something?" asked Hermione as she looked towards the place where Parvarti should have had to; the door. Hermione noted that Ron was indeed standing in the door frame to the hallway, balancing his books with his knee awkwardly.
"Oh no. Just happened to hear something about them taking some time out for some more intresting pursuits, if you catch my drift,hehe." Cho and Harry had finally become a couple in their fifth year..a fact that was becoming increasingly more obvious as they required more and more as Ron called it, "snogging time".
"What you just happen to hear could fill a book" Hermione stated truthfully, picking her textbooks off the hapless student's chair she had dropped them in (the chair, being charmed to adapt to any weight, was now nearly sunk to the floor from the pressure of about fifty pounds of reading material.)
"See you guys at lunch. You sure you don't want to walk with Ron too, Lavender?" added Hermione as she caught Lavender making eyes at Ron, taking full advantage of being in his blind spot. "You and him do have divination together."
"No. I couldn't possibly. I..umm..have to talk to Parvarti about something." Lavender stuttered to the end of her weak excuse, evidently very aware of the fact that Ron might be able to hear them.
"Oh,okay. No problem. But I would REALLY enjoy your company.." Hermione wiggled her eyebrows to the best of her ability.
"What's she getting at?" Parvarti asked as Hermione walked off, obviously having no idea about the whole thing between Ron and Lavender. From the way she always spread gossip, Hermione figured that every last house in Hogwarts would know, right down to Neville Longbottom. She must have been wrong.
"Oh nothing," Lavender fibbed.
When Hermione met up with Ron, she was grinning more than she had after her first O.W.L exam. That would show Lavender and Parvarti she was every bit as sly as they could possibly be!
Ron immediately started walking down the hall with her, but he looked as if he had expected someone else as well. "Where's Lavender? She usually walks to Divination with me and Harry."
Hermione pretended to be offended. "Uh, hello? Whatever happened to enjoying five minutes talking with one of your best friends?"
Ron laughed. Hermione considered it a personal feat that he at least could figure out she was kidding. It had taken a good three years for her to actually convince him that every other word that came out of her mouth wasn't completely serious.
"Well, you are good company most of the time..but you can't exactly be that when we split to go to seperate classes."
"True" Hermione admitted glibly, "but I can be up to the top of the second foyer!"
Ron, happening to get a good look at her face as they began climbing the stairs, snorted. "Hermione, you're positively beaming, which means one of two things. Did you get a score of 100 or 110 on Flitwick's exam?"
In order to leap over one of the invisible trick steps, Hermione handed her books to Ron for a moment; who had to lean against the railing to keep himself from falling over.
"Oh, Ron, don't be silly!I won't know until next week." She grabbed her books back from him.
George and Fred chose this moment to walk up the stairs to the front foyer themselves; both heading for Professor McGongall's tranfigurations. Fred froze about halfway up, pretending to shield the upper half of his face as if expecting some unseen attack on his eyeballs. George, used to his brother's theatrics (hey, they were twins after all) continued walking calmly up past his brother, offhandedly asking over his shoulder what Fred was doing as he went by.
"Just trying not to get fried by the rays coming from Mrs. Sunbeam." Fred managed to take one hand off his eyes (still keeping them tightly screwed shut) and pointed a trembling finger at the sight of Hermione chatting with Ron further on up the stairs, wearing a smile that stretched pretty much across her whole face.
George, looking where Fred was pointing and imagining what it would be like if that smile was turned full force at him, felt his insides turn to putty. Ever since Professor Flitwick's class he had given up trying to reason why he felt that way whenever Hermione was brought into a conversation or anywhere within a three foot radius of him.
He would have to start going crazy today of all days. Why hadn't he noticed her all along? It didn't make any sense. Stupid letter, George thought, quickly finding something to blame other than his own hormones and feelings. It was all that letter's fault. Turning his mind in this direction to begin with so that he couldn't help but notice when a completely gorgeous, smart, stunning...
George could already tell where his dangerous line of thinking was going and stopped before it could go on any further.
Fred, noticing his brother's non-exsistent response to what was supposed to be a witty comment on his part, felt put out. He noticed a little more then George would have cared him to. "Looks to me like you had better take to wearing shades around Hermione before you get melted by her charms completely" Fred said as George extended his leg to take another step and put it through air. They had reached the top of the foyer, but George didn't comprehend walking past halfway up.
The fact that he was only a few feet from Hermione didn't register with his brain either, but did with his brother and Hermione. Fred pinched George to get his attention and when that didn't work, gave him a shove in the opposite direction.
"What are you doing?" protested George.
"Getting you out of here before you emberass yourself" Fred grunted as he tried to get George to move. George was about to ask just how he was managing to emberass himself when he realized he had been (and still was managing to) stare at Hermione blankly. You were so busy thinking about Hermione you spaced out, didn't you? the annoying voice in his head demanded again.
Face flushing, George walked tersly off in the direction Fred had been trying to direct him towards; the spic and span classroom belonging to Professor McGonagall.
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The bell chimed again, its' bells clanging throughout all of Hogwarts as a warning that class would start soon. Hermione lingered for little bit longer, talking to Ron. She was about to tell him she had to get going for Potions when she a very unsettling feeling came over her..it seemed that someone's eyes were boring into the back of her head. Spinning around halfway cautiously, she found herself the object of George's gaze once again, his twin right beside him.
Hermione felt disconcerted. Wasn't their next class at the opposite end of the foyer?
She hadn't realized she had spoken out loud. "Yeah..why are they over here?" Ron said, taking a backward glance over one shoulder at George-and at Fred, who was quite pointedly trying to get George to move.
Ron faced Hermione again. "What are they? Stalking you?"
"RON!"
Ron shrugged and turned to focus his eyes back on his brothers one more time. Fred had just finally succeeded in his venture of getting George to move. "Hermione, what's with him?" Ron egged, "do you owe George money or something?"
Hermione picked up the singular tense of the subject Ron was talking about immediately. "Why did you just say George ?Fred was there to..why didn't you just mention his name?"
"Because George was the one standing as still as a statue in the middle of the landing, you dimwit," Ron said, leaving Hermione with that thought as he headed off to the north tower. Hermione stopped before going down another flight of zig zagging stairs leading her the opposite way and yelled at Ron's retreating back; quite a common practice among the Hogwart's students. Wanting to wish him luck on his next O.W.L exam, she said the first thing that came to her mind.
"Ron! You have brains, use them!"
Hermione's statement caused Ron to duck around the sharply turning corner of the third tower so no one could see who her shout had been directed at. Hermione could sound an aweful lot like his mum sometimes...Ron smiled none the less as he passed numerous gilded portraits hanging in the passageway.
When Hermione walked down to the Great Hall for lunch, a frown had taken the place of the smile she had been wearing earlier. Turned out Snape's exams had not been nearly such a cinch as the others. He had handed out the forms for the tests with the air of Santa Claus handing out christmas presents. Hermione had to support Neville who sat next to her to keep him from falling over in shock once he saw the contents of the test. Why, she had almost fallen over herself.
At least his class hadn't been as bad as Professor McGonagall's. Hermione had tried to turn a blue napkin into a dove and had managed to transfigure it..into a BLUE dove. It was better than having one that was pink like Seamus Finnigan's had been, but not by much.
Hermione mentally went over every anwser to each problem from the exams in her head, berrating herself for each one she had gotten wrong as she sat down to the scrumptious feast that was provided. As soon as she took her usual place between Ron and Harry, Hermione was bombarded by questions from Lavender and Parvarti, the main topic of which was always George.
It wasn't just them talking about George, though. Harry was now in on the subject too. "So Hermione, what is this I hear about you and George?" he asked conversationally as he passed her the bowl of mashed potatoes, causing Hermione to accidentally dip one of her robe sleeves into her glass of orange juice.
"The normal stuff," she said, not caring to elaborate and have the whole conversation of lunch switch to George.
"Oh,ok." Harry blinked at her. "Umm. What's the normal stuff, exactly?"
Hermione spread her bread with the jelly savagely. "Oh you should know..declaring our hidden passions, meeting secretly at midnight..."
"Hermione???"
"Oh, for goodness sake's, I'm JOKING!"
Hermione exploded and Harry quailed under the tone of her voice. "Ermm..it's not that..would you mind putting the butter knife back now?"
"Oh yeah." Hermione handed the butter knife, now covered in strawberry jam, sheepishly to Harry. She picked up where she had left off her rant, a little more subdued this time. "I can't believe you all think I'm in love with George! About the only one that doesn't know is him!"
"Aha!So you do like him!" Lavender stated from across the table smugly.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"For your information, they could get stuck like that," Parvarti warned Hermione. Hermione rolled her eyes again just to prove her wrong.
"Don't be cross. We're only doing this for your own good," Lavender said."Somebody's bound to have some information on whoever wrote the letter."
"Who did you tell?" asked Hermione, half dreading the reply she was going to get.
"Only the boys."
"Oh, that explains Padma knowing." Padma had come up to Hermione after Potions and had pestered her about George all the way to Professor McGongall's class.
"She's my twin!" Parvarti protested.
Hermione had tried her hardest not to get mad at Parvarti or Lavender over this whole thing..they were her friends..but still..telling everyone what was supposed to be a private matter...
"Right. Then I suppose this would be for your own good?" Hermione smiled craftily. She would tell the one person Lavender had a secret from (Hermione was positive she had told everyone else it) her secret. "Parvarti..Ron's dating Lavender."
Her words had several effects Hermione hadn't thought they would.
Harry finished swallowing his chocolate cake. "He is??"
Parvarti dropped the peas off her fork halfway to her mouth and stared at Ron. "You are??"
Ron was utterly poleaxed and stared along with Parvarti at Lavender, unable to get his jaw to hinge shut. "I am??"
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(5/7)-Secrets..and George
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 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.
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"You acted like you knew!" Hermione continued to give both Parvarti and Lavender her best icy glare.
"We don't know..but we do have a guess," Parvarti said.
"Well, what's your guess then?"
"Sorry, we can't tell until we have it confirmed."
Hermione gave a groan, sounding very fed up. "Confirmed?How are you going to know it's confirmed?Taking fingerprint samples from every guy you meet?"
Lavender and Parvarti each had the same air Peeves seemed to possess whenever he was planning one of his worst pranks. They spoke as one. "We have our ways."
Hermione gave a sigh of defeat. "You guys are as bad as Fred and George."
Lavender bowed. "Thank you, thank you very much."
Parvarti chuckled. "You think we're bad now? You should count yourself lucky my sister Padma is in Ravenclaw."
"I'm beginning to think I had better." Recalling the contents of the letter left Hermione with a certain sense of forboding . "What if the letter turns out to be from some really addlepated guy?"
Lavender wasn't nearly as worried about it as Hermione was. "Oh, we'll just set you up with someone else."
Hermione , remembering the last time they tried to match her up couldn't help shivering. She had been forced to spend the evening star gazing with a boy who's favorite class was, in his own words..lunch. Probably just like George. But for some reason, the idea of going through those same motions with him didn't sound so bad.
Of course, Hermione reminded herself, not all that keen to find the hidden message behind her thoughts, Ned Bottom's (the boy she had been set up with) entire vocabulary consisted of the words "cool", "man", and "dude". Probably because those were the only words his equally limited brain could store without exploding.
"Next class will start soon," Parvarti murmured,checking her watch. "Harry and Ron are waiting for you at the door." She corrected herself without even looking towards the door. "Or Ron, rather. Harry seems to have gone off with Cho."
"How did you know? You using your physic abilities or something?" asked Hermione as she looked towards the place where Parvarti should have had to; the door. Hermione noted that Ron was indeed standing in the door frame to the hallway, balancing his books with his knee awkwardly.
"Oh no. Just happened to hear something about them taking some time out for some more intresting pursuits, if you catch my drift,hehe." Cho and Harry had finally become a couple in their fifth year..a fact that was becoming increasingly more obvious as they required more and more as Ron called it, "snogging time".
"What you just happen to hear could fill a book" Hermione stated truthfully, picking her textbooks off the hapless student's chair she had dropped them in (the chair, being charmed to adapt to any weight, was now nearly sunk to the floor from the pressure of about fifty pounds of reading material.)
"See you guys at lunch. You sure you don't want to walk with Ron too, Lavender?" added Hermione as she caught Lavender making eyes at Ron, taking full advantage of being in his blind spot. "You and him do have divination together."
"No. I couldn't possibly. I..umm..have to talk to Parvarti about something." Lavender stuttered to the end of her weak excuse, evidently very aware of the fact that Ron might be able to hear them.
"Oh,okay. No problem. But I would REALLY enjoy your company.." Hermione wiggled her eyebrows to the best of her ability.
"What's she getting at?" Parvarti asked as Hermione walked off, obviously having no idea about the whole thing between Ron and Lavender. From the way she always spread gossip, Hermione figured that every last house in Hogwarts would know, right down to Neville Longbottom. She must have been wrong.
"Oh nothing," Lavender fibbed.
When Hermione met up with Ron, she was grinning more than she had after her first O.W.L exam. That would show Lavender and Parvarti she was every bit as sly as they could possibly be!
Ron immediately started walking down the hall with her, but he looked as if he had expected someone else as well. "Where's Lavender? She usually walks to Divination with me and Harry."
Hermione pretended to be offended. "Uh, hello? Whatever happened to enjoying five minutes talking with one of your best friends?"
Ron laughed. Hermione considered it a personal feat that he at least could figure out she was kidding. It had taken a good three years for her to actually convince him that every other word that came out of her mouth wasn't completely serious.
"Well, you are good company most of the time..but you can't exactly be that when we split to go to seperate classes."
"True" Hermione admitted glibly, "but I can be up to the top of the second foyer!"
Ron, happening to get a good look at her face as they began climbing the stairs, snorted. "Hermione, you're positively beaming, which means one of two things. Did you get a score of 100 or 110 on Flitwick's exam?"
In order to leap over one of the invisible trick steps, Hermione handed her books to Ron for a moment; who had to lean against the railing to keep himself from falling over.
"Oh, Ron, don't be silly!I won't know until next week." She grabbed her books back from him.
George and Fred chose this moment to walk up the stairs to the front foyer themselves; both heading for Professor McGongall's tranfigurations. Fred froze about halfway up, pretending to shield the upper half of his face as if expecting some unseen attack on his eyeballs. George, used to his brother's theatrics (hey, they were twins after all) continued walking calmly up past his brother, offhandedly asking over his shoulder what Fred was doing as he went by.
"Just trying not to get fried by the rays coming from Mrs. Sunbeam." Fred managed to take one hand off his eyes (still keeping them tightly screwed shut) and pointed a trembling finger at the sight of Hermione chatting with Ron further on up the stairs, wearing a smile that stretched pretty much across her whole face.
George, looking where Fred was pointing and imagining what it would be like if that smile was turned full force at him, felt his insides turn to putty. Ever since Professor Flitwick's class he had given up trying to reason why he felt that way whenever Hermione was brought into a conversation or anywhere within a three foot radius of him.
He would have to start going crazy today of all days. Why hadn't he noticed her all along? It didn't make any sense. Stupid letter, George thought, quickly finding something to blame other than his own hormones and feelings. It was all that letter's fault. Turning his mind in this direction to begin with so that he couldn't help but notice when a completely gorgeous, smart, stunning...
George could already tell where his dangerous line of thinking was going and stopped before it could go on any further.
Fred, noticing his brother's non-exsistent response to what was supposed to be a witty comment on his part, felt put out. He noticed a little more then George would have cared him to. "Looks to me like you had better take to wearing shades around Hermione before you get melted by her charms completely" Fred said as George extended his leg to take another step and put it through air. They had reached the top of the foyer, but George didn't comprehend walking past halfway up.
The fact that he was only a few feet from Hermione didn't register with his brain either, but did with his brother and Hermione. Fred pinched George to get his attention and when that didn't work, gave him a shove in the opposite direction.
"What are you doing?" protested George.
"Getting you out of here before you emberass yourself" Fred grunted as he tried to get George to move. George was about to ask just how he was managing to emberass himself when he realized he had been (and still was managing to) stare at Hermione blankly. You were so busy thinking about Hermione you spaced out, didn't you? the annoying voice in his head demanded again.
Face flushing, George walked tersly off in the direction Fred had been trying to direct him towards; the spic and span classroom belonging to Professor McGonagall.
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The bell chimed again, its' bells clanging throughout all of Hogwarts as a warning that class would start soon. Hermione lingered for little bit longer, talking to Ron. She was about to tell him she had to get going for Potions when she a very unsettling feeling came over her..it seemed that someone's eyes were boring into the back of her head. Spinning around halfway cautiously, she found herself the object of George's gaze once again, his twin right beside him.
Hermione felt disconcerted. Wasn't their next class at the opposite end of the foyer?
She hadn't realized she had spoken out loud. "Yeah..why are they over here?" Ron said, taking a backward glance over one shoulder at George-and at Fred, who was quite pointedly trying to get George to move.
Ron faced Hermione again. "What are they? Stalking you?"
"RON!"
Ron shrugged and turned to focus his eyes back on his brothers one more time. Fred had just finally succeeded in his venture of getting George to move. "Hermione, what's with him?" Ron egged, "do you owe George money or something?"
Hermione picked up the singular tense of the subject Ron was talking about immediately. "Why did you just say George ?Fred was there to..why didn't you just mention his name?"
"Because George was the one standing as still as a statue in the middle of the landing, you dimwit," Ron said, leaving Hermione with that thought as he headed off to the north tower. Hermione stopped before going down another flight of zig zagging stairs leading her the opposite way and yelled at Ron's retreating back; quite a common practice among the Hogwart's students. Wanting to wish him luck on his next O.W.L exam, she said the first thing that came to her mind.
"Ron! You have brains, use them!"
Hermione's statement caused Ron to duck around the sharply turning corner of the third tower so no one could see who her shout had been directed at. Hermione could sound an aweful lot like his mum sometimes...Ron smiled none the less as he passed numerous gilded portraits hanging in the passageway.
When Hermione walked down to the Great Hall for lunch, a frown had taken the place of the smile she had been wearing earlier. Turned out Snape's exams had not been nearly such a cinch as the others. He had handed out the forms for the tests with the air of Santa Claus handing out christmas presents. Hermione had to support Neville who sat next to her to keep him from falling over in shock once he saw the contents of the test. Why, she had almost fallen over herself.
At least his class hadn't been as bad as Professor McGonagall's. Hermione had tried to turn a blue napkin into a dove and had managed to transfigure it..into a BLUE dove. It was better than having one that was pink like Seamus Finnigan's had been, but not by much.
Hermione mentally went over every anwser to each problem from the exams in her head, berrating herself for each one she had gotten wrong as she sat down to the scrumptious feast that was provided. As soon as she took her usual place between Ron and Harry, Hermione was bombarded by questions from Lavender and Parvarti, the main topic of which was always George.
It wasn't just them talking about George, though. Harry was now in on the subject too. "So Hermione, what is this I hear about you and George?" he asked conversationally as he passed her the bowl of mashed potatoes, causing Hermione to accidentally dip one of her robe sleeves into her glass of orange juice.
"The normal stuff," she said, not caring to elaborate and have the whole conversation of lunch switch to George.
"Oh,ok." Harry blinked at her. "Umm. What's the normal stuff, exactly?"
Hermione spread her bread with the jelly savagely. "Oh you should know..declaring our hidden passions, meeting secretly at midnight..."
"Hermione???"
"Oh, for goodness sake's, I'm JOKING!"
Hermione exploded and Harry quailed under the tone of her voice. "Ermm..it's not that..would you mind putting the butter knife back now?"
"Oh yeah." Hermione handed the butter knife, now covered in strawberry jam, sheepishly to Harry. She picked up where she had left off her rant, a little more subdued this time. "I can't believe you all think I'm in love with George! About the only one that doesn't know is him!"
"Aha!So you do like him!" Lavender stated from across the table smugly.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"For your information, they could get stuck like that," Parvarti warned Hermione. Hermione rolled her eyes again just to prove her wrong.
"Don't be cross. We're only doing this for your own good," Lavender said."Somebody's bound to have some information on whoever wrote the letter."
"Who did you tell?" asked Hermione, half dreading the reply she was going to get.
"Only the boys."
"Oh, that explains Padma knowing." Padma had come up to Hermione after Potions and had pestered her about George all the way to Professor McGongall's class.
"She's my twin!" Parvarti protested.
Hermione had tried her hardest not to get mad at Parvarti or Lavender over this whole thing..they were her friends..but still..telling everyone what was supposed to be a private matter...
"Right. Then I suppose this would be for your own good?" Hermione smiled craftily. She would tell the one person Lavender had a secret from (Hermione was positive she had told everyone else it) her secret. "Parvarti..Ron's dating Lavender."
Her words had several effects Hermione hadn't thought they would.
Harry finished swallowing his chocolate cake. "He is??"
Parvarti dropped the peas off her fork halfway to her mouth and stared at Ron. "You are??"
Ron was utterly poleaxed and stared along with Parvarti at Lavender, unable to get his jaw to hinge shut. "I am??"
----chapter ends here-----
