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It was another quiet evening in the common room, as it was still Christmas break and there were very few students staying there. George and Fred Weasley entered the room after having wreaked havoc in one of the trophy rooms. Filch was extremely angry at having found all the trophies filled with whipped cream, but luckily for the Weasley twins, he assumed it had been Peeves, the house poltergeist.
They looked around the room wondering what they could do next when Ron asked one of them to join him in a game of Wizards Chess, as Harry had grown tired of getting beaten for the evening and his older brothers were more of a challenge anyway. George accepted, and sat down to join his younger, stockier brother.
Fred on the other hand had noticed something much more interesting. Or rather, someone more interesting. He wandered over to the small table that Hermione had covered in books and sat down opposite her, sitting there staring at her for a full 5 minutes before she noticed his presence. She jumped, startled, and was just wondering why Fred Weasley would be staring at her like she were Aphrodite when he spoke up.
"You are gorgeous, you know that love?" He asked wistfully.
"Stop picking on me. As if yesterday weren't humiliating enough..." She trailed off as she noticed the serious look on his face. She'd never seen one of the Weasley twins look so serious before.
"What was that song you were singing? It was quite.... interesting." he smiled a little at the memory.
"You are picking on me. If you think it is so funny, you should try being caught doing something like that in your underwear." she turned red at the memory.
"I think I would find it quite funny. Probably play it up a little. Start dancing with my audience. Besides, you weren't quite in your underwear." now he turned red, thinking about what the scene would've been like had she really been in her underwear.
"Yes. Well... That's you, isn't it. I am not you."
"I'm quite glad of that actually, don't think I could stand so much studying." he said leaning over to look at her book. He shook his head, even though he was in 7th year, he didn't understand what she was reading. Mostly because he hadn't taken Arithmancy.
Across the room, George watched them chat out of the corner of his eye and felt a twinge of jealousy as she laughed at something his twin had said. 'She is so beautiful when she laughs.' he thought. 'Why didn't I think to go talk to her?' Just then his attention was brought back to the chess board as Ron beat him and called out check mate.
"Honestly George, were you even trying? George?" Ron was bewildered when his brother didn't answer. He'd never beaten George so easily before, and George had barely noticed. He followed George's gaze and saw Fred talking to Hermione the way he would a supermodel. Ron looked back at George and realized he was staring at her in much the same way. 'What is going on here?' Ron thought.
A/N: I got a few good reviews and had an idea for the next chapter. It's still not that long, but it got everything I wanted to say, said. I do tend to get writers block and I value other peoples ideas and opinions, so if you have a suggestion on what could happen in this story, feel free to mention it in your review. Thanks!
It was another quiet evening in the common room, as it was still Christmas break and there were very few students staying there. George and Fred Weasley entered the room after having wreaked havoc in one of the trophy rooms. Filch was extremely angry at having found all the trophies filled with whipped cream, but luckily for the Weasley twins, he assumed it had been Peeves, the house poltergeist.
They looked around the room wondering what they could do next when Ron asked one of them to join him in a game of Wizards Chess, as Harry had grown tired of getting beaten for the evening and his older brothers were more of a challenge anyway. George accepted, and sat down to join his younger, stockier brother.
Fred on the other hand had noticed something much more interesting. Or rather, someone more interesting. He wandered over to the small table that Hermione had covered in books and sat down opposite her, sitting there staring at her for a full 5 minutes before she noticed his presence. She jumped, startled, and was just wondering why Fred Weasley would be staring at her like she were Aphrodite when he spoke up.
"You are gorgeous, you know that love?" He asked wistfully.
"Stop picking on me. As if yesterday weren't humiliating enough..." She trailed off as she noticed the serious look on his face. She'd never seen one of the Weasley twins look so serious before.
"What was that song you were singing? It was quite.... interesting." he smiled a little at the memory.
"You are picking on me. If you think it is so funny, you should try being caught doing something like that in your underwear." she turned red at the memory.
"I think I would find it quite funny. Probably play it up a little. Start dancing with my audience. Besides, you weren't quite in your underwear." now he turned red, thinking about what the scene would've been like had she really been in her underwear.
"Yes. Well... That's you, isn't it. I am not you."
"I'm quite glad of that actually, don't think I could stand so much studying." he said leaning over to look at her book. He shook his head, even though he was in 7th year, he didn't understand what she was reading. Mostly because he hadn't taken Arithmancy.
Across the room, George watched them chat out of the corner of his eye and felt a twinge of jealousy as she laughed at something his twin had said. 'She is so beautiful when she laughs.' he thought. 'Why didn't I think to go talk to her?' Just then his attention was brought back to the chess board as Ron beat him and called out check mate.
"Honestly George, were you even trying? George?" Ron was bewildered when his brother didn't answer. He'd never beaten George so easily before, and George had barely noticed. He followed George's gaze and saw Fred talking to Hermione the way he would a supermodel. Ron looked back at George and realized he was staring at her in much the same way. 'What is going on here?' Ron thought.
A/N: I got a few good reviews and had an idea for the next chapter. It's still not that long, but it got everything I wanted to say, said. I do tend to get writers block and I value other peoples ideas and opinions, so if you have a suggestion on what could happen in this story, feel free to mention it in your review. Thanks!