//Author's Note\\ Okay, guys.here is chapter three! Please read and review,
and constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcomed. Well, enjoy the chapter!
--It's A Beautiful Day--
++Chapter Three++
Summary:
Hermione's parents are killed in a car crash, and she has taken up residence at the Weasley Burrow. Surprisingly, she becomes fast friends with George, and a romance blossoms. Of course, not without complications. Takes place during Hermione's 5th year at Hogwarts, and George's 7th.
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Hermione walked down the stairs and into the Weasley kitchen, surveying the scene in front of her. Percy, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Molly, Arthur, Fred, and George sat around the large cherry wood table, eating a heaping breakfast of eggs, flapjacks, home fries, crêpes, toast, muffins, and a variety of other foods. As the food was quickly snatched up by the hungry hands, it just as quickly reappeared, due to some charms. Today was their trip into Hogsmeade, and they would need all the energy they could get. Hermione looked at George. His brow was furrowed deep in thought, and he had a worried look in his eyes. He was picking at his food, only taking a bite when Molly demanded he did so. Feeling a pair of eyes upon him, George looked up and spotted Hermione standing in the doorway. He smiled at her, his eyes questioning, trying to determine if she was okay. Hermione slightly smiled back, just enough to let him know that she would be okay. Seven pairs of eyes followed George's gaze, at first wondering why he was smiling for the first time since Hermione's collapse in the hallway the previous evening.
"Hermione, dear, come sit down," Molly smiled, conjuring up an extra chair between George and Harry. She made her way to the table and sat down, and glanced at her environment. The neat, but well worn and lived in kitchen was large and spacious with high ceilings and modest, if not out of date, appliances. Old muggle inventions were scattered about on shelves or the countertops. Many were pulled apart, as if to determine what exactly made them work, and never quite put back together. In the sink, dirty pots and pans were being scrubbed by charmed cleaning brushes, and rinsed and put away magically. The wall paint was chipping and the color was fading from age, but Hermione loved the kitchen and its homeliness. You could tell people lived here, and if it were not for the love that this family shared for each other, the room would be falling apart at the seams.
"Are you feeling better, 'Mione?" Harry asked sympathetically, and quietly, so no one would hear but her.
"A little, I guess," she answered nodding. "I am feeling extremely embarrassed about last night."
"Don't. We all love you and you know that. But you'll get through this. You will, I promise," he repeated when he saw her skeptical look. "And I'll be there for you whenever you need me. No matter when or where or how."
Hermione smiled as he placed a small mountain of food onto her plate. "Oh, let's make me fat on top of it," she joked. Harry noticed a sparkle in her eyes that he hadn't seen since before her parents were killed. However, to Harry's disappointment, the twinkle faded after a few minutes, and the dull, lifeless look returned to her once beautiful dark brown eyes. He wished his old Hermione was back.
Meanwhile, George was staring at Hermione unknowingly. It was as if he were scrutinizing her, as if for an exam. When Hermione looked up, George knew he was caught, and the tips of his ears burned bright red from embarrassment.
"Okay everybody, it's time to go!" Mrs. Weasley ordered. "Come on now. We're going by Floo Powder. Fred, you first."
As Fred shouted "Diagon Alley!" into the bright green flames, Molly whispered to George, "Now, keep an eye out for Hermione. Don't let her out of your sight. Poor thing, I hate to see her like this."
Arthur stepped next into the flames, followed by Ginny, Harry, Ron, George, Hermione, and Molly.
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Ron and Harry took off immediately to Quality Quidditch Supplies, while Fred ran off to meet Angelina, Ginny went to Zonko's, and Molly and Arthur traveled to the local pub.
"Looks like we're stuck together, love," George grinned. "Where shall we head off to first?"
"I don't particularly care," Hermione said quietly.
George gasped. Though he never knew Hermione as intimately as Harry and Ron knew her, he understood that this was a desperate call for help. Shouldn't she be running off to buy new textbooks? That's the Hermione he remembered.
"Why don't we head to the bookstore?" he asked, and she nodded mutely. As they walked, George tried to get her to open up and share what she was feeling, but she was keeping her feelings tightly shut.
"George?" she asked, when they arrived and looking for their textbooks.
"Mhm?"
"Will you get that blue book up there for me? I'm too short."
"Which one?"
"Advanced Arithmancy." She pointed to the book, revealing part of her left arm.
"Hermione," George asked. "What's that cut on your wrist?"
Okay. I thought that was a good place to end it.for now. Dum dum dum. I know the chapter is still pretty short, but it's longer than the first two.so I guess I'm kind of improving. Please review and let me know how you like it!
And now.onto the reviewers!!!
Cool Brat:: Thanks! I didn't even realize until after I wrote in it the humor of identical twin beds! Keep reading! I hope you like it!
Draco Lover3:: Thank you! Yay twin beds! Here is the more you've been waiting for!
Xtreme Nuisance:: Here's more. Don't cry! ::hands over a mini George chocolate thing::
Pinkchicklet:: I'll keep going if you keep reading!
CissboX:: Here's the next chappie!
Ranei:: You should keep writing no matter what. If it makes you happy, then by all means, go for it. If people have nothing better to do than insult someone who is as brave (yes brave. It takes a lot of courage to post up your work where others can read and criticize it) as you, then they need lives. Keep writing for yourself. Not them.
Gwen Potter:: Thank you! Pompous!Percy and Protective!George do rock my socks.
Flight:: WOO GNOMES! Thank you for reading my story and reviewing!
Damia:: I'm working on the whole making chapters longer thing lol. And this will probably wind up being a George/Hermione story. YAY!
Shenaux:: I can't tell how I'm going to continue, silly. LOL It's gonna be a surprise! Wee!
Mione n George:: Thank you! Wee!
Princess310889:: Thank you! W00t!
Big*Mean*Silver*Dragon:: YAY! I updated I hope you still like it!
--It's A Beautiful Day--
++Chapter Three++
Summary:
Hermione's parents are killed in a car crash, and she has taken up residence at the Weasley Burrow. Surprisingly, she becomes fast friends with George, and a romance blossoms. Of course, not without complications. Takes place during Hermione's 5th year at Hogwarts, and George's 7th.
------88888------
Hermione walked down the stairs and into the Weasley kitchen, surveying the scene in front of her. Percy, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Molly, Arthur, Fred, and George sat around the large cherry wood table, eating a heaping breakfast of eggs, flapjacks, home fries, crêpes, toast, muffins, and a variety of other foods. As the food was quickly snatched up by the hungry hands, it just as quickly reappeared, due to some charms. Today was their trip into Hogsmeade, and they would need all the energy they could get. Hermione looked at George. His brow was furrowed deep in thought, and he had a worried look in his eyes. He was picking at his food, only taking a bite when Molly demanded he did so. Feeling a pair of eyes upon him, George looked up and spotted Hermione standing in the doorway. He smiled at her, his eyes questioning, trying to determine if she was okay. Hermione slightly smiled back, just enough to let him know that she would be okay. Seven pairs of eyes followed George's gaze, at first wondering why he was smiling for the first time since Hermione's collapse in the hallway the previous evening.
"Hermione, dear, come sit down," Molly smiled, conjuring up an extra chair between George and Harry. She made her way to the table and sat down, and glanced at her environment. The neat, but well worn and lived in kitchen was large and spacious with high ceilings and modest, if not out of date, appliances. Old muggle inventions were scattered about on shelves or the countertops. Many were pulled apart, as if to determine what exactly made them work, and never quite put back together. In the sink, dirty pots and pans were being scrubbed by charmed cleaning brushes, and rinsed and put away magically. The wall paint was chipping and the color was fading from age, but Hermione loved the kitchen and its homeliness. You could tell people lived here, and if it were not for the love that this family shared for each other, the room would be falling apart at the seams.
"Are you feeling better, 'Mione?" Harry asked sympathetically, and quietly, so no one would hear but her.
"A little, I guess," she answered nodding. "I am feeling extremely embarrassed about last night."
"Don't. We all love you and you know that. But you'll get through this. You will, I promise," he repeated when he saw her skeptical look. "And I'll be there for you whenever you need me. No matter when or where or how."
Hermione smiled as he placed a small mountain of food onto her plate. "Oh, let's make me fat on top of it," she joked. Harry noticed a sparkle in her eyes that he hadn't seen since before her parents were killed. However, to Harry's disappointment, the twinkle faded after a few minutes, and the dull, lifeless look returned to her once beautiful dark brown eyes. He wished his old Hermione was back.
Meanwhile, George was staring at Hermione unknowingly. It was as if he were scrutinizing her, as if for an exam. When Hermione looked up, George knew he was caught, and the tips of his ears burned bright red from embarrassment.
"Okay everybody, it's time to go!" Mrs. Weasley ordered. "Come on now. We're going by Floo Powder. Fred, you first."
As Fred shouted "Diagon Alley!" into the bright green flames, Molly whispered to George, "Now, keep an eye out for Hermione. Don't let her out of your sight. Poor thing, I hate to see her like this."
Arthur stepped next into the flames, followed by Ginny, Harry, Ron, George, Hermione, and Molly.
------8888------
Ron and Harry took off immediately to Quality Quidditch Supplies, while Fred ran off to meet Angelina, Ginny went to Zonko's, and Molly and Arthur traveled to the local pub.
"Looks like we're stuck together, love," George grinned. "Where shall we head off to first?"
"I don't particularly care," Hermione said quietly.
George gasped. Though he never knew Hermione as intimately as Harry and Ron knew her, he understood that this was a desperate call for help. Shouldn't she be running off to buy new textbooks? That's the Hermione he remembered.
"Why don't we head to the bookstore?" he asked, and she nodded mutely. As they walked, George tried to get her to open up and share what she was feeling, but she was keeping her feelings tightly shut.
"George?" she asked, when they arrived and looking for their textbooks.
"Mhm?"
"Will you get that blue book up there for me? I'm too short."
"Which one?"
"Advanced Arithmancy." She pointed to the book, revealing part of her left arm.
"Hermione," George asked. "What's that cut on your wrist?"
Okay. I thought that was a good place to end it.for now. Dum dum dum. I know the chapter is still pretty short, but it's longer than the first two.so I guess I'm kind of improving. Please review and let me know how you like it!
And now.onto the reviewers!!!
Cool Brat:: Thanks! I didn't even realize until after I wrote in it the humor of identical twin beds! Keep reading! I hope you like it!
Draco Lover3:: Thank you! Yay twin beds! Here is the more you've been waiting for!
Xtreme Nuisance:: Here's more. Don't cry! ::hands over a mini George chocolate thing::
Pinkchicklet:: I'll keep going if you keep reading!
CissboX:: Here's the next chappie!
Ranei:: You should keep writing no matter what. If it makes you happy, then by all means, go for it. If people have nothing better to do than insult someone who is as brave (yes brave. It takes a lot of courage to post up your work where others can read and criticize it) as you, then they need lives. Keep writing for yourself. Not them.
Gwen Potter:: Thank you! Pompous!Percy and Protective!George do rock my socks.
Flight:: WOO GNOMES! Thank you for reading my story and reviewing!
Damia:: I'm working on the whole making chapters longer thing lol. And this will probably wind up being a George/Hermione story. YAY!
Shenaux:: I can't tell how I'm going to continue, silly. LOL It's gonna be a surprise! Wee!
Mione n George:: Thank you! Wee!
Princess310889:: Thank you! W00t!
Big*Mean*Silver*Dragon:: YAY! I updated I hope you still like it!