A/N: Hey I'm sooo glad you guys liked it! I'm so happy *happy dance*...wow...sorry. Anyway, so far you guys think it's evil. Puuurfect!! Mwahahaha *cough*. Once again, sorry, I'm semi-hyper. Woo-hoo! So please read and review this chapter. Also I've decided to put due dates on my stories (though I've sworn not to in my other stories). Anyway, enjoy! Love Ty :)

Chapter Two

It was a beautiful morning, Hermione decided, looking up at the ceiling of the Great Hall, which was sparklingly blue. She bit into her toast and watched Ron and Harry slave over a bit of parchment. She couldn't make out what it was but guessed by they way they kept glancing up at her and over at Fred and George, it was part of the "plan". This big plan that was so important to them. Yeah, Hermione knew it was for the good of keeping Mr. Weasley's job, but she had to admit Harry and Ron were having too much fun with this.

"What're you two up to now?" Hermione muttered, taking a sip of orange juice.

"Oh heh," Harry grinned and looked sideways at Ron, who nodded. "Read it, and see if you can tell it's my handwriting." Harry slide they piece of paper over to her. Hermione noticed it was a note written in loopy letters and purple ink.

George-

It's funny you know, how many times I've seen you, even been to your house. It seemed I haven't really noticed you. Well that's not true. I've always found you attractive of course, so different from all your brothers. I've always wondered what you think of me. I need to prove to you I'm not the know-it-all, fifteen-year-old, prefect you may think I am. If you would, I'd like to meet you at the skating rink in Hogsmeade on Saturday at 4 in the afternoon. Don't tell anyone about it. I can't wait to see you

-Hermione.

Hermione looked up and started laughing. "This suppose to be from me?!" She asked.

"Um, yeah," said Harry, taking the letter back.

"C'mon Hermione," Ron pleaded, "one little date with George?"

"Fine. So this Saturday I'm ice skating with him, even if he wants to go that is, so what do I do then?"

Both the boys grinned but said nothing. Hermione swallowed hard. Those two, she thought angrily to herself.

Hermione slipped the note in George's bag the next day in Advanced Transfiguration, which she had with the 7th years. He caught up with her two periods later, at dinner.

"Hey Hermione." He said, somewhat awkwardly.

"Oh hello George," Hermione replied.

"Um...Saturday. Sounds...great."

"Oh, ok, good." Hermione stammered.

"Well 'bye," he smiled and walked towards his seat. Hermione joined Harry and Ron at their usual place at the table. She glanced down at the twins, who sat with Lee and a few other 7th years. Maybe the letter was somewhat truthful, Hermione thought, rather embarrassed. George was different from his identical twin in a strange sort of way. He was gentler looking. Hermione couldn't help notice how much more blue and sparkly his eyes were than Fred's. His bright red hair was clean cut yet intentionally messy with some gel.

"Er...earth to Hermione." Said Harry's voice suddenly. Hermione was brought out of her daze. She quickly put her thoughts about George out of her mind.

"Yes?"

"You were...never mind." He smiled, "excited about Saturday?"

Hermione shrugged innocently. "If I HAVE to..."

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Saturday crept up on Hermione. She had so much homework to do; she almost forgot what was approaching. Early that morning, Hermione woke up, dressed and went down to the common room. She searched around for Harry and Ron, but couldn't find them anywhere. Just as she was about to go through the portrait hole, Ginny Weasley approached her.

"Hey Hermione."

"Hullo Ginny, have you seen-?"

"Harry and Ron?" Ginny interrupted her. Hermione nodded. "Yeah they told me to tell you to meet them the 'special bathroom', whatever that means."

Hermione thanked Ginny and rushed towards Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Of course neither of them wanted to tell Ginny about it, it was sort of their secret place.

"Guys?" Hermione asked, pushing into Myrtle's bathroom. The pearly ghost was seen floating around by the cracked mirror, sobbing.

"Oh, hi Myrtle. How are you?" Hermione said, with a forced smile.

"How AM I?" Myrtle choked. "I'm dead for crying out loud!" With that she drifted swiftly into her stall.

Hermione rolled her eyes. She turned around and saw Harry and Ron standing by the sinks.

"Wondering when you'd notice us..." Ron said, grinning. Hermione noticed a large plastic bag he was holding in his hands. Harry was holding a small paper bag in his.

"Ready for your date?" Harry asked. He opened the bag and pulled out a large bottle of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion. Hermione recognized it as the product she had put on her hair the day of the Yule Ball last year.

"What's in there?" Hermione asked, gesturing towards the large bag Ron was clutching.

"Oh, we had Ginny raid Lavender's closet for some clothes. She said you two were about the same size." Ron said.

"What's wrong with the clothes I'm wearing?" Hermione asked, looking down at her gray pants and red long sleeve shirt. Harry and Ron both shrugged.

"Listen," Ron said impatiently, "sorry, but we can't be your personal assistants. We are just going by what a few girls said. Now if you don't mind, we need to get to work."

Hermione frowned and grabbed the bottle of hair potion from Harry. She tapped the bottle with her wand and the potion began to shimmer and turn a deep gold. Hermione squirted it onto her hair and combed it through with her fingers.

After two hours of work, they were finally done. Hermione, rather reluctantly, walked over to the spotted full-length mirror. It wasn't as bad as she expected. Her cinnamon hair was straight and hung almost to her elbows. She was wearing Lavender's tan-pants, white cable-knit sweater, jean jacket and colorful scarf. There were soft touches of make-up on her face, just enough to bring out her eyes and color her cheeks.

"You look very nice." Both the boys said at the same time. Hermione laughed.

They left the bathroom together and headed down to the entrance hall. Hermione checked her watch. It was only 2-'o clock. The three of them decided to go hang around Hogsmeade until it was time to meet George.

A chilly December wind pushed Hermione's sleek hair away from her face. They followed the rest of the students, some who were staring at Hermione's new look in surprise, down the long path.

Hogsmeade was covered in only a light dusting of snow, which was usual. Harry, Ron and Hermione all enter Honeyduke's, that was bursting with excited students (mainly chatty first-years). Hermione pressed her face against a glass case filled with as many different kinds of chocolate she could imagine. They walked in and out of other stores, until five of four, where Hermione left them with a wave.

The ice-skating rink was just outside the village. It was large and round and enclosed by a handsome gold fence. Hermione looked around but couldn't see George, it was too crowded. She sat down on a bench and pulled on her white skates. Just as she had laced up the left one, she saw someone skate in front of her. She looked up into George Weasley's face. His red hair was ruffling slightly in the wind. His brilliant blue eyes looked right into hers.

"Hermione," He breathed, "You look.... Wonderful."

Hermione blushed, "Thank you."

"Do you want to skate?" George asked, offering an arm. Hermione pulled herself up and took it. They both glided, somewhat gracefully, across the ice. Hermione held tight onto George's arm as they turned a corner.

"I never knew," George said, now taking her hand, "you were interested in me."

Hermione looked up at him. "Neither did I."

A/N: Well, how'd you like it? Is there something going on between Hermione and George? I don't know.... Hehehe. Please review. (Thanks to all my lovely reviewers before ^_^) I won't be able to have the next one out for about a week because of exams I have at school (yuck). Love Ty. 3

Disclaimer: I own some lip balm and a cordless phone, not Harry Potter and Co.

Next Chapter: Chapter three- Hermione and George spend the day together in Hogsmeade and they get to...talking. How will things go? What will things be like at school? Date due: January 25.