//Author's Note\\ Here is chapter four! Wee! They're just spitting out of
me. Maybe they're not the greatest, but I'm starting to get ideas and need
to get them out before they vanish like Mr. Clean's hair. Weee! So as
always, please read, review, and leave some suggestions! On with the story!
--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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WHERE WE LEFT OFF: "Advanced Arithmancy." She pointed to the book, revealing part of her left arm.
"Hermione," George asked. "What's that cut on your wrist?"
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"Oh, it's nothing," Hermione said quickly, hastily covering her arm with her deep peach colored sweater. George bent down to look into her eyes, lifeless and dull before him.
"Hermione, are you cutting yourself?" he asked. Hermione looked abruptly away from his gaze, answering his question with her eyes. "Oh, 'Mione, why?" he murmured, making his way to the counter with her book. He paid for it, then went back to a surprised Hermione. "I got some money from a well wishing friend," he explained. They walked outside and sat down on the curb, watching various witches and wizards stroll by. More often than not, they noticed a classmate from school and would say hello cordially. "'Mione, why do you do this to yourself?" George asked again, gently probing, holding her hand softly in his.
"Do what?" she asked, her eyes brimming with tears.
"This!" he brought the sleeve up on her arm, showing her (and himself) the many fresh cuts that lie across her wrist.
"Why do you think, George? I'm alone in the world. I have NO ONE. Harry and Ron don't care. They ran off first thing we got here. Quidditch means more to them than know-it-all Granger ever will. My parents are gone. Dead. Because of me, and don't you DARE say it's not my fault, because it was my love of books that killed them!" she said when George opened his mouth to object. "If I could've just gotten my lazy ass up and walked home, they'd still be alive. If I hadn't pestered them into giving me rides there and back, they would be here with me! And you ask why I cut, George? I'll tell you. When I cut myself, the physical pain dampens the emotional pain, even if for just a little while. The death of them can slip into the back of my mind, and all I can feel is my skin being sliced open, and I know I deserve all the pain in the world, because I killed my parents. It's MY fault they're dead, and not working with their dental patients right now. It's my fault!" she cried. George pulled her close to him and held her while she cried into his chest, warranting many strange looks from passersby. They stayed there for what seemed an eternity to George. Hermione pulled her face away from his chest and dried her eyes with her palm. She was blushing furiously and looking down towards the ground, avoiding eye contact with George at all costs.
"C'mon, don't be embarrassed or ashamed. It's okay. Everyone needs to cry."
Hermione was shocked. George seemed to have two personalities.Prankster!George and then this completely new one, Compassionate!George. She, in fact, had always thought that he had never taken anything but his jokes seriously. Now, she could see that she was completely off base. He was kind, and passionate, and, most surprisingly, serious. While her best friends ran off the first chance they got, George passed on a day of fun at Diagon Alley to stay with her and keep her company. He had followed through on his words of friendship, while the others just said the words halfheartedly. Sure, they'd be there for her, but only when it was convenient for them.
"George, I'm really sorry," she burst out, after a few minutes of silence.
"For what?" He gave her a puzzled look.
"For assuming that all you cared about in life were your pranks and jokes."
He snorted with laughter. "Oh, it's quite alright. I seem to give off that impression to everyone. Actually," he said seriously, "I've always wanted to be a teacher, but I couldn't leave my dear old, not to mention extremely handsome, brother all alone in the world. We've stuck together through it all, he and I, through the good times and the bad. He's my twin. I want his dreams to come true, but he's horrible at potions, and he needs me, so I'll do whatever it takes for him to be happy."
"But what about your happiness?" Hermione asked, astounded at his selflessness.
"Well, I have plenty of time for my dreams to come true." He smiled. "And just because I'm not a teacher right now doesn't mean I can't be happy. I get happiness from little things in life. I love making people laugh. I doubt I could ever tire of that. I love learning new things, and then teaching it to others." He blushed. "I'm a complete dork, I know."
"No! No you're most certainly not! I never knew that all of this lay under your skin and I'm sorry I was too dense to realize it."
"Don't be sorry at all. Even Mum doesn't know I want to teach. She thinks I'm just like Fred, and I'm not. Although," he smirked, puffing out his chest, "we are both devilishly good looking. We are so good looking, it should be illegal. Don't you agree?"
Hermione laughed, and it was music to George's ears. He hadn't heard her laugh in so long. Laughing meant she was on the road to recovery. "I must agree," she giggled.
"Now," he said, standing up, and helping Hermione up with him, "What do you say we go get our school supplies?" She nodded, and the two walked to get their school supplies arm in arm.
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Weee! Two chapters in two days. I'm pretty proud. Yes, this was a short one (not like that's anything to you.) but it came out quickly, and gave a lot of information. If I made it too long, you guys (or I) might forget the details come next chapter. So, since I'm tired and about ready to fall to sleep, I'll start on the next chapter tomorrow. Please review! I'm working hard.
-Chiara-
--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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WHERE WE LEFT OFF: "Advanced Arithmancy." She pointed to the book, revealing part of her left arm.
"Hermione," George asked. "What's that cut on your wrist?"
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"Oh, it's nothing," Hermione said quickly, hastily covering her arm with her deep peach colored sweater. George bent down to look into her eyes, lifeless and dull before him.
"Hermione, are you cutting yourself?" he asked. Hermione looked abruptly away from his gaze, answering his question with her eyes. "Oh, 'Mione, why?" he murmured, making his way to the counter with her book. He paid for it, then went back to a surprised Hermione. "I got some money from a well wishing friend," he explained. They walked outside and sat down on the curb, watching various witches and wizards stroll by. More often than not, they noticed a classmate from school and would say hello cordially. "'Mione, why do you do this to yourself?" George asked again, gently probing, holding her hand softly in his.
"Do what?" she asked, her eyes brimming with tears.
"This!" he brought the sleeve up on her arm, showing her (and himself) the many fresh cuts that lie across her wrist.
"Why do you think, George? I'm alone in the world. I have NO ONE. Harry and Ron don't care. They ran off first thing we got here. Quidditch means more to them than know-it-all Granger ever will. My parents are gone. Dead. Because of me, and don't you DARE say it's not my fault, because it was my love of books that killed them!" she said when George opened his mouth to object. "If I could've just gotten my lazy ass up and walked home, they'd still be alive. If I hadn't pestered them into giving me rides there and back, they would be here with me! And you ask why I cut, George? I'll tell you. When I cut myself, the physical pain dampens the emotional pain, even if for just a little while. The death of them can slip into the back of my mind, and all I can feel is my skin being sliced open, and I know I deserve all the pain in the world, because I killed my parents. It's MY fault they're dead, and not working with their dental patients right now. It's my fault!" she cried. George pulled her close to him and held her while she cried into his chest, warranting many strange looks from passersby. They stayed there for what seemed an eternity to George. Hermione pulled her face away from his chest and dried her eyes with her palm. She was blushing furiously and looking down towards the ground, avoiding eye contact with George at all costs.
"C'mon, don't be embarrassed or ashamed. It's okay. Everyone needs to cry."
Hermione was shocked. George seemed to have two personalities.Prankster!George and then this completely new one, Compassionate!George. She, in fact, had always thought that he had never taken anything but his jokes seriously. Now, she could see that she was completely off base. He was kind, and passionate, and, most surprisingly, serious. While her best friends ran off the first chance they got, George passed on a day of fun at Diagon Alley to stay with her and keep her company. He had followed through on his words of friendship, while the others just said the words halfheartedly. Sure, they'd be there for her, but only when it was convenient for them.
"George, I'm really sorry," she burst out, after a few minutes of silence.
"For what?" He gave her a puzzled look.
"For assuming that all you cared about in life were your pranks and jokes."
He snorted with laughter. "Oh, it's quite alright. I seem to give off that impression to everyone. Actually," he said seriously, "I've always wanted to be a teacher, but I couldn't leave my dear old, not to mention extremely handsome, brother all alone in the world. We've stuck together through it all, he and I, through the good times and the bad. He's my twin. I want his dreams to come true, but he's horrible at potions, and he needs me, so I'll do whatever it takes for him to be happy."
"But what about your happiness?" Hermione asked, astounded at his selflessness.
"Well, I have plenty of time for my dreams to come true." He smiled. "And just because I'm not a teacher right now doesn't mean I can't be happy. I get happiness from little things in life. I love making people laugh. I doubt I could ever tire of that. I love learning new things, and then teaching it to others." He blushed. "I'm a complete dork, I know."
"No! No you're most certainly not! I never knew that all of this lay under your skin and I'm sorry I was too dense to realize it."
"Don't be sorry at all. Even Mum doesn't know I want to teach. She thinks I'm just like Fred, and I'm not. Although," he smirked, puffing out his chest, "we are both devilishly good looking. We are so good looking, it should be illegal. Don't you agree?"
Hermione laughed, and it was music to George's ears. He hadn't heard her laugh in so long. Laughing meant she was on the road to recovery. "I must agree," she giggled.
"Now," he said, standing up, and helping Hermione up with him, "What do you say we go get our school supplies?" She nodded, and the two walked to get their school supplies arm in arm.
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Weee! Two chapters in two days. I'm pretty proud. Yes, this was a short one (not like that's anything to you.) but it came out quickly, and gave a lot of information. If I made it too long, you guys (or I) might forget the details come next chapter. So, since I'm tired and about ready to fall to sleep, I'll start on the next chapter tomorrow. Please review! I'm working hard.
-Chiara-