A/N: hey, I know, the first chapter was BOOOOORING, but soon enough there'll be some 'action' ;) if you know what I mean... hehe, I bet you know...
Yours FaerieGirl
**Unexpected Feelings**
**Chapter 2 - in Diagon Alley**
As son as Hermione entered Diagon Alley, she spotted the jet balck hair of Harry's and right next to it, Ron's flaming red hair, which gave you the impression, his head was on fire...
"Hey, boys!! Long time, no see, ey!!" she grinned over to them.
They turned around (and away from the vision of the new Stardust Sweeper 3000, the newest broom in store of 'Quality Quidditch Supplies') and greeted Hermione with a hug each.
When they finished their enthusiastic rites, they took an intensive look at Hermione and both of them had to gape in awe.
"Wow, Herm, you look great!!" Harry said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Ron just stared and nodded in agreement.
"Well, boys, not too bad yourselfs." she laughed while blushing... now it was their time to blush.
But she was right.
Harry had grown quite a few muscles in the past few years from Quidditch training, that wasn't new, but Ron must've been working out heavily this summer.
He wasn't long and gangly anymore... and his armes and feet suddenly didn't really seem to long for his body... actually rather, well, right.
And his hair wasn't as 'unfitting' anymore, aswell.
Hermione had to admitt, he was a real looker (if I can use this word for a boy... well he was VERY handsome).
Somehow, she had the strange thought, that he strongly reminded her of George Weasley... not Fred, Fred had other eyes, brown, not green, like George's.
Although, she found that George was a touch more attractive, mainly because the 'top-of-the-ears-blushing' fitted his small ears a bit better than Ron's, neatly under his hair hidden, big elefant ears (now, THAT was mean... sorry *grin*), which were his only (two) disadvantages.
(Just imagine nibbeling those ears, it would take you half an hour for one of them... ;) just a little joke, sorry *hihi*)
And Harry, well, Harry was Harry... handsome as always and no great changes.
After they had all finished mustering each other, Hermione asked, where to go first.
They decided to go pick up their new robes first, since all the other things, such as books and cauldrons, were quite heavy to carry for 2-3 hours.
Even for Ron and Harry...
So, off they headed to Flourish and Blotts...
* * * * * * * * * * * *
After, as I said, two and a half hours of intensive shopping, they threw themselves onto their nice, cosy Leaky-Cauldron-beds.
The three of them shared a room, much to Hermione's dismay, although she knew none of them had any interest of that kind in her... but anyway, she didn't like the thought of having to spend the whole night between two grunting and snoring maturing boys (men) ...
But, she'd have to...
Now, it was already 18:30, time for dinner... Hermione could have swallowed an alive hippogriff, she was sooo hungry.
So she went down into the small sideroom which they had booked for the evening meal, since the whole Weasley family along with Hermione and Harry wouldn't have had enough space in the bar room.
When Hermione entered, everyone was already sitting at the table, just waiting to be able to begin eating.
She blushed as they all turned around and smiled at her.
Quickly she looked for a place to sit in, the only one left, was between Harry and Ron... of course.
She sat down and looked at her plate, while the group of people started brabbeling about the odds of their lifes again.
She looked up and her chocalate brown eyes met with sparkling, mischievous, bright green ones. George Weasley's.
"Hi, ehm, Hermione, right?" he kind of asked and waited for her response.
"Hi George, of course Hermione, what did you think I was?" she asked, gaining her self-confidence again, she hated being mixed up or not recognized...
"Not 'what' you are, 'who' you are... you've..." he was cut off by his louder, cheekier twin, Fred: "Changed... I must for once agree with my little Georgie-twin.
If you don't have anything to do tonight, just come to me..." he howled with a twinkling in his deep brown, nearly black, big, roung 'innocent' (if you don't know Fred...) puppy-dog eyes.
Hermione laughed and started piling food onto her plate, ignoring Fred's offer.
He pretended to be hurt: "Oh, Her-mii-own, my love! Do thee reject mee affection?!" he asked with one hand dramatically extended in her direction, the other one clasped over his chest where his heart (was supposed to sit... nah, lil' joke *grin*) sat.
Hermione just shook her head with giggles and returned to eating, not noticing the incredulous looks Fred was getting from his brothers...
especially George...
When she looked up, Fred was already deep inside his plate again, buried in sausages, meat and many other gross things mixed up like in a pig's stall.
"Yeah, right, affection towards your fat belly, Fred." she exclamed with a fake hurt expression in her voice and a grin on her face, showing her, now normally long, white teeth.
He just grinned back and kept on pigging out on the really excellent food of the Leaky Cauldron's kitchen.
During dinner, she got involved in a very interesting conversation about work at the ministry with Percy.
So deep involved, infact, she didn't see the looks she was getting from the rest of the Weasley's male population (except Arthur, of curse, he was too busy asking Harry about how to use a 'velytision' and what the use of stamps are...)
If she had, she would have been really surprised, since she had thought Fred and George had girlfriends, infact Angelina and Katie...
But, nevermind, she found Percy was a really great guy to talk to, as long as he didn't fall into a lecturing phase or trance, whatever you may call it...
* * * * * * * * * * * *
After dinner in the twin's room:
"Hey, Fred, you still awake?" mumbled George groggily into his pillow, just looud enough for his brother to hear.
"I was just about to fall asleep, you twit..." the other boy said a little angrily, still anxious to hear what George had to say...
"D'you like Hermione??"
He was really surprised by this question, but answered anyway: "D'you really think I'd be hitting on her this... banally... if I'd really like her?! I'm not THAT much of a dimwit... and anyway, I've got Angelina. It's a real pity you broke up with Katie..."
"Well, wouldn't you, if you saw her snogging a Hufflepuff... I mean, come on... A HUFFLEPUFF!" George exclaimed angrily.
"Oh, George, I'm sorry, I didn't know that..." Fred said sincerely thrown aback... Katie and a Hufflepuff!?Well, they didn't fit together anyway...
"But, hey George, why did you ask anyway??" Fred asked, interested.
As George didn't answer, he turned in his bed and saw he was already fast asleep and probably in dreams of cotton candy and similar...
Yours FaerieGirl
**Unexpected Feelings**
**Chapter 2 - in Diagon Alley**
As son as Hermione entered Diagon Alley, she spotted the jet balck hair of Harry's and right next to it, Ron's flaming red hair, which gave you the impression, his head was on fire...
"Hey, boys!! Long time, no see, ey!!" she grinned over to them.
They turned around (and away from the vision of the new Stardust Sweeper 3000, the newest broom in store of 'Quality Quidditch Supplies') and greeted Hermione with a hug each.
When they finished their enthusiastic rites, they took an intensive look at Hermione and both of them had to gape in awe.
"Wow, Herm, you look great!!" Harry said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Ron just stared and nodded in agreement.
"Well, boys, not too bad yourselfs." she laughed while blushing... now it was their time to blush.
But she was right.
Harry had grown quite a few muscles in the past few years from Quidditch training, that wasn't new, but Ron must've been working out heavily this summer.
He wasn't long and gangly anymore... and his armes and feet suddenly didn't really seem to long for his body... actually rather, well, right.
And his hair wasn't as 'unfitting' anymore, aswell.
Hermione had to admitt, he was a real looker (if I can use this word for a boy... well he was VERY handsome).
Somehow, she had the strange thought, that he strongly reminded her of George Weasley... not Fred, Fred had other eyes, brown, not green, like George's.
Although, she found that George was a touch more attractive, mainly because the 'top-of-the-ears-blushing' fitted his small ears a bit better than Ron's, neatly under his hair hidden, big elefant ears (now, THAT was mean... sorry *grin*), which were his only (two) disadvantages.
(Just imagine nibbeling those ears, it would take you half an hour for one of them... ;) just a little joke, sorry *hihi*)
And Harry, well, Harry was Harry... handsome as always and no great changes.
After they had all finished mustering each other, Hermione asked, where to go first.
They decided to go pick up their new robes first, since all the other things, such as books and cauldrons, were quite heavy to carry for 2-3 hours.
Even for Ron and Harry...
So, off they headed to Flourish and Blotts...
* * * * * * * * * * * *
After, as I said, two and a half hours of intensive shopping, they threw themselves onto their nice, cosy Leaky-Cauldron-beds.
The three of them shared a room, much to Hermione's dismay, although she knew none of them had any interest of that kind in her... but anyway, she didn't like the thought of having to spend the whole night between two grunting and snoring maturing boys (men) ...
But, she'd have to...
Now, it was already 18:30, time for dinner... Hermione could have swallowed an alive hippogriff, she was sooo hungry.
So she went down into the small sideroom which they had booked for the evening meal, since the whole Weasley family along with Hermione and Harry wouldn't have had enough space in the bar room.
When Hermione entered, everyone was already sitting at the table, just waiting to be able to begin eating.
She blushed as they all turned around and smiled at her.
Quickly she looked for a place to sit in, the only one left, was between Harry and Ron... of course.
She sat down and looked at her plate, while the group of people started brabbeling about the odds of their lifes again.
She looked up and her chocalate brown eyes met with sparkling, mischievous, bright green ones. George Weasley's.
"Hi, ehm, Hermione, right?" he kind of asked and waited for her response.
"Hi George, of course Hermione, what did you think I was?" she asked, gaining her self-confidence again, she hated being mixed up or not recognized...
"Not 'what' you are, 'who' you are... you've..." he was cut off by his louder, cheekier twin, Fred: "Changed... I must for once agree with my little Georgie-twin.
If you don't have anything to do tonight, just come to me..." he howled with a twinkling in his deep brown, nearly black, big, roung 'innocent' (if you don't know Fred...) puppy-dog eyes.
Hermione laughed and started piling food onto her plate, ignoring Fred's offer.
He pretended to be hurt: "Oh, Her-mii-own, my love! Do thee reject mee affection?!" he asked with one hand dramatically extended in her direction, the other one clasped over his chest where his heart (was supposed to sit... nah, lil' joke *grin*) sat.
Hermione just shook her head with giggles and returned to eating, not noticing the incredulous looks Fred was getting from his brothers...
especially George...
When she looked up, Fred was already deep inside his plate again, buried in sausages, meat and many other gross things mixed up like in a pig's stall.
"Yeah, right, affection towards your fat belly, Fred." she exclamed with a fake hurt expression in her voice and a grin on her face, showing her, now normally long, white teeth.
He just grinned back and kept on pigging out on the really excellent food of the Leaky Cauldron's kitchen.
During dinner, she got involved in a very interesting conversation about work at the ministry with Percy.
So deep involved, infact, she didn't see the looks she was getting from the rest of the Weasley's male population (except Arthur, of curse, he was too busy asking Harry about how to use a 'velytision' and what the use of stamps are...)
If she had, she would have been really surprised, since she had thought Fred and George had girlfriends, infact Angelina and Katie...
But, nevermind, she found Percy was a really great guy to talk to, as long as he didn't fall into a lecturing phase or trance, whatever you may call it...
* * * * * * * * * * * *
After dinner in the twin's room:
"Hey, Fred, you still awake?" mumbled George groggily into his pillow, just looud enough for his brother to hear.
"I was just about to fall asleep, you twit..." the other boy said a little angrily, still anxious to hear what George had to say...
"D'you like Hermione??"
He was really surprised by this question, but answered anyway: "D'you really think I'd be hitting on her this... banally... if I'd really like her?! I'm not THAT much of a dimwit... and anyway, I've got Angelina. It's a real pity you broke up with Katie..."
"Well, wouldn't you, if you saw her snogging a Hufflepuff... I mean, come on... A HUFFLEPUFF!" George exclaimed angrily.
"Oh, George, I'm sorry, I didn't know that..." Fred said sincerely thrown aback... Katie and a Hufflepuff!?Well, they didn't fit together anyway...
"But, hey George, why did you ask anyway??" Fred asked, interested.
As George didn't answer, he turned in his bed and saw he was already fast asleep and probably in dreams of cotton candy and similar...