Dancing in the Rain
Chapter 3
"Very well then," George said, pouncing on top of Hermione, digging his fingers into her ribs, met by a maelstrom of uncontrollable giggles. He stopped for a moment, though, staring intently at her, the way her body wriggled in tangled sheets, the way her hair fell into her face. An internal battle was now waging inside George now, more powerful than a shaken-up can of Weasley Wizard Wheezes Wizzer. He leaned in close to her so that her face was mere centimeters from his own, whispering, "Would you be terribly offended if I kissed you?"
He looked eerily like Ron to Hermione in that moment.
"George, I don't think--"
"Say no more," he rolled off of her, "I'm really sorry, 'Mione. I just got caught up in the moment, I guess…Must have been all that soda pop."
He ran out of the room, leaving Hermione to her thoughts.
***
"What's up with you, man?" Fred asked, looking at his twin strangely. The two sat in their "laboratory," the corner of the seventh year boys' dorm, hard at work on their latest invention.
"Nothing. Just kind of tired, that's all."
"It's not nothing. I can tell when something's up with you. You've got that look you always get when you get a crush, you know, the kicked puppy look. So who's the girl?"
"There is no girl! And I do NOT look like a kicked puppy."
"You do too! Seriously George, who's the girl? We shouldn't keep secrets from one another."
"What a load of tripe! You didn't tell me about your fling with Alicia until after I found you two...ugh. Too many disgusting memories."
"Okay, okay, you got me there, but I'm really curious. It's not everyday George Weasley gets a crush on a girl. Sure, there was Angelina, but she was just so brutal and--"
George grimaced, "Please, don't remind me…Let's just get on with the new products."
***
Hermione had always prided herself on never letting emotions run away with her, always composed, always together--that was Hermione Granger. Sure, there were the moments when she got so angry that she slapped Malfoy, but he deserved it afterall. But now Hermione sat on the edge of her bed, sheets wrapped around her, examining the can of soda George had given her and thinking rather fondly of him. More fondly than is appropriate to feel for the brother of her best friend, that is.
"How very clever, George," she thought as she noticed the drawing on the can. It was of a pretty girl, her bushy brown hair sticking out in all directions like Medusa's snakes. Beneath it was the label, "Weasley Wizard Wheezes Wizzer Frizzer." Yes, George, very clever indeed.
She added "Kill Fred and George" to her mental 'to do' list.
***
The next day, George was feeling terrible. He couldn't eat, and now matter how hard he tried he just couldn't sleep. After 24 miserable hours, he finally resolved to see ol' Poppy, who had grown aggravated with him through years of bludger injuries and 'accidental' explosions.
He inhaled the heavy smell of medicinal potions as he told her his symptoms. After examining him and finding nothing wrong, she gave him a knowing smile.
"So, who's the girl?
"What girl?"
"The girl you fancy."
"What? I don't fancy anyone," he said uneasily.
"Oh come on, Weasley. You've got all the symptoms. And there's only one way to make them go away."
"And what would that be?"
"Tell her how you feel."
***
Okay, you have my sincere apologies for the length. I am sick. Ugh. The "would you be terribly offended if I kissed you?" line is borrowed out of the pages of my real life...I responded, "Would you be terribly offended if I threw up?"
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Chapter 3
"Very well then," George said, pouncing on top of Hermione, digging his fingers into her ribs, met by a maelstrom of uncontrollable giggles. He stopped for a moment, though, staring intently at her, the way her body wriggled in tangled sheets, the way her hair fell into her face. An internal battle was now waging inside George now, more powerful than a shaken-up can of Weasley Wizard Wheezes Wizzer. He leaned in close to her so that her face was mere centimeters from his own, whispering, "Would you be terribly offended if I kissed you?"
He looked eerily like Ron to Hermione in that moment.
"George, I don't think--"
"Say no more," he rolled off of her, "I'm really sorry, 'Mione. I just got caught up in the moment, I guess…Must have been all that soda pop."
He ran out of the room, leaving Hermione to her thoughts.
***
"What's up with you, man?" Fred asked, looking at his twin strangely. The two sat in their "laboratory," the corner of the seventh year boys' dorm, hard at work on their latest invention.
"Nothing. Just kind of tired, that's all."
"It's not nothing. I can tell when something's up with you. You've got that look you always get when you get a crush, you know, the kicked puppy look. So who's the girl?"
"There is no girl! And I do NOT look like a kicked puppy."
"You do too! Seriously George, who's the girl? We shouldn't keep secrets from one another."
"What a load of tripe! You didn't tell me about your fling with Alicia until after I found you two...ugh. Too many disgusting memories."
"Okay, okay, you got me there, but I'm really curious. It's not everyday George Weasley gets a crush on a girl. Sure, there was Angelina, but she was just so brutal and--"
George grimaced, "Please, don't remind me…Let's just get on with the new products."
***
Hermione had always prided herself on never letting emotions run away with her, always composed, always together--that was Hermione Granger. Sure, there were the moments when she got so angry that she slapped Malfoy, but he deserved it afterall. But now Hermione sat on the edge of her bed, sheets wrapped around her, examining the can of soda George had given her and thinking rather fondly of him. More fondly than is appropriate to feel for the brother of her best friend, that is.
"How very clever, George," she thought as she noticed the drawing on the can. It was of a pretty girl, her bushy brown hair sticking out in all directions like Medusa's snakes. Beneath it was the label, "Weasley Wizard Wheezes Wizzer Frizzer." Yes, George, very clever indeed.
She added "Kill Fred and George" to her mental 'to do' list.
***
The next day, George was feeling terrible. He couldn't eat, and now matter how hard he tried he just couldn't sleep. After 24 miserable hours, he finally resolved to see ol' Poppy, who had grown aggravated with him through years of bludger injuries and 'accidental' explosions.
He inhaled the heavy smell of medicinal potions as he told her his symptoms. After examining him and finding nothing wrong, she gave him a knowing smile.
"So, who's the girl?
"What girl?"
"The girl you fancy."
"What? I don't fancy anyone," he said uneasily.
"Oh come on, Weasley. You've got all the symptoms. And there's only one way to make them go away."
"And what would that be?"
"Tell her how you feel."
***
Okay, you have my sincere apologies for the length. I am sick. Ugh. The "would you be terribly offended if I kissed you?" line is borrowed out of the pages of my real life...I responded, "Would you be terribly offended if I threw up?"
Special thanks to those who reviewed:
Unholy Deity
nataleen
Carrie Lauder
Rally-as-Twiddle's
serenity
MistressOfMayhemof2005
Julia
oonagh
Chrissy
Thayet
Weasley-Gurl
silverphoenix
gracie
GinnyPotter387
Ashley
pinacolada56
dracoishot1326 CHANGING TO: Chortni Evans
lavender ice
Daya
Kali Shadow
Gatomon
AllyMcLean
Moon-Ying