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Weasley Wizarding Wheezes and a Book
Chapter One
It was August after Hermione, Harry, and Ron's fifth year and it was hot and muggy at the Burrow. Hermione was reading a book while everyone else (Ron, Harry, Ginny, Bill, Bill's girlfriend Courtney, and Charlie) were playing a game of quidditch. Mrs. Weasley was inside making dinner; Mr. Weasley was at work as the twins were to Hermione's shock until she learned it was their joke shop. And Percy.well Percy was still miffed at his family even though the Dark Lord was back so he was staying with his girlfriend Penelope Clearwater at her flat which suited everyone but Mrs. Weasley just fine. Hermione looked up to watch the game for a minute, laughing as Bill "accidentally" knocked Charlie off his broom. Charlie immediately began yelling a few choice words that it was apparent he did not want repeated to his mum. Hermione began to read again.
AT THE JOKESHOP
"Well, Fred, I think we should call it a day, eh?"
"That rhymes!" shouted Lee Jordan as he swiped a canary cream and put it in his pocket. Lee was an announcer for a minor league quidditch team, but still came over to the shop and helped a bit.
"That must have hurt your head, huh, Lee," remarked Fred while nodding towards George. George picked up a leather-bound object and Lee groaned.
"You're not reading again, are you George?" He said the word reading with such obvious distaste and disgust that George laughed despite the obvious blush that was growing around his face.
"What?!" yelped Fred. "George reads?!"
"George likes to read. I caught him one day, but he told me if I told anyone he would tell everyone that I used to like Penelope Clearwater." Lee glared at George a bit.
"Clearwater?! The pair of you is disgusting!" And with that Fred apparated home.
"Bye, Lee," George said, his ears still a bit pink.
"Bye, George," Lee said. They both apparated off to their respectable places.
THE BURROW
Hermione looked up from her book after hearing a loud POP and seeing Fred, then a minute later, George. She could tell them apart because Fred's nose stuck out a little more.
George gaped at the beautiful girl reading under the shade of a tree. He figured it was Charlie's new girlfriend, but he grinned and walked up to her. "Who is this beautiful girl that I have the pleasure of being an acquaintance with?" He bowed low and kissed her hand. The girl rolled her eyes at him and it looked oddly familiar.
"Don't tell me you don't recognize your brother's best friend, George!"
"Hermione?" he croaked disbelievingly. "You-you've changed." And it was true, she had changed. She had curves in all the right places and now her hair which had seemed frizzy when she was younger was plainly chocolate brown locks now.
Mrs. Weasley interrupted their little exchange with shouts of "Boys! Dinner!" They did not speak to one another for the rest of the evening, but George couldn't get her out of his mind.
Later that night, when everyone was asleep, it was three in the morning, Hermione crept downstairs. She had been feeling a bit distressed and figured that if she had a little alone time it would be just fine. (No matter how much Ginny pretended she did not like Harry and no matter how much she acted normal in front of him, Hermione had heard Ginny mutter his name in her sleep, and that didn't get Hermione any drowsier.) She sat down at the table, placing her head in her hands and sighing.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Hermione jumped. She hadn't realized any one else was downstairs. She turned and saw George sitting on the couch.
"Oh, I just.I dunno, I mean I've been a bit sad for the past few days." George nodded and patted the couch indicating for her to sit down next to him. She sat. "George, George, I-uh, would you do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"I know this sounds a bit foolish but I-I"
"For the love of dungbombs, get it out already!" Hermione smiled weakly at his use of words.
"Will you make me laugh?" George sat dumbfounded for a minute. It was just so un-Hermione of her that he thought she was playing with him, but when he looked into her eyes, he realized that yes, she was serious. So taking a deep breath, he launched off into a story about Fred and him's war against Peeves in their second year. Hermione smiled a few times and she laughed outright once, but George could tell there was something wrong with her. When he had ended his story (They had all been in a tight spot with Filch and had helped each other escape; Fred setting a diversion and Peeves and George escaping then doubling back to set another diversion for Fred's escape.)
"Hermione, what's the matter?" George asked when his story was completed.
"You'll laugh at me if I tell you."
"No, I won't. Honest, Hermione, you can trust me," he said, his voice so full of earnestness that she did trust him.
"I'm just so, so scared! Sirius Black is dead, I'm afraid of how Harry will react, and Professor Dumbledore, he-he said" She broke off at that point and George saw that her eyes were shining with tears.
"What did he say?" he asked gently.
"He said that, that my parents are endangered of being killed by You- Know-Who since-since I'm muggle born, and-and- oh George!" Hermione was crying now, crying into George's arms, and George, George did not know what to do. It was true that he had held many girls in his arms before, but never one crying and never one so frightened, so scared at every touch he made. So he just held her until she fell asleep and then he carried her to her bed and trekked over to his own room. It wasn't until he was almost asleep did he realize that he might have liked holding Hermione.
Weasley Wizarding Wheezes and a Book
Chapter One
It was August after Hermione, Harry, and Ron's fifth year and it was hot and muggy at the Burrow. Hermione was reading a book while everyone else (Ron, Harry, Ginny, Bill, Bill's girlfriend Courtney, and Charlie) were playing a game of quidditch. Mrs. Weasley was inside making dinner; Mr. Weasley was at work as the twins were to Hermione's shock until she learned it was their joke shop. And Percy.well Percy was still miffed at his family even though the Dark Lord was back so he was staying with his girlfriend Penelope Clearwater at her flat which suited everyone but Mrs. Weasley just fine. Hermione looked up to watch the game for a minute, laughing as Bill "accidentally" knocked Charlie off his broom. Charlie immediately began yelling a few choice words that it was apparent he did not want repeated to his mum. Hermione began to read again.
AT THE JOKESHOP
"Well, Fred, I think we should call it a day, eh?"
"That rhymes!" shouted Lee Jordan as he swiped a canary cream and put it in his pocket. Lee was an announcer for a minor league quidditch team, but still came over to the shop and helped a bit.
"That must have hurt your head, huh, Lee," remarked Fred while nodding towards George. George picked up a leather-bound object and Lee groaned.
"You're not reading again, are you George?" He said the word reading with such obvious distaste and disgust that George laughed despite the obvious blush that was growing around his face.
"What?!" yelped Fred. "George reads?!"
"George likes to read. I caught him one day, but he told me if I told anyone he would tell everyone that I used to like Penelope Clearwater." Lee glared at George a bit.
"Clearwater?! The pair of you is disgusting!" And with that Fred apparated home.
"Bye, Lee," George said, his ears still a bit pink.
"Bye, George," Lee said. They both apparated off to their respectable places.
THE BURROW
Hermione looked up from her book after hearing a loud POP and seeing Fred, then a minute later, George. She could tell them apart because Fred's nose stuck out a little more.
George gaped at the beautiful girl reading under the shade of a tree. He figured it was Charlie's new girlfriend, but he grinned and walked up to her. "Who is this beautiful girl that I have the pleasure of being an acquaintance with?" He bowed low and kissed her hand. The girl rolled her eyes at him and it looked oddly familiar.
"Don't tell me you don't recognize your brother's best friend, George!"
"Hermione?" he croaked disbelievingly. "You-you've changed." And it was true, she had changed. She had curves in all the right places and now her hair which had seemed frizzy when she was younger was plainly chocolate brown locks now.
Mrs. Weasley interrupted their little exchange with shouts of "Boys! Dinner!" They did not speak to one another for the rest of the evening, but George couldn't get her out of his mind.
Later that night, when everyone was asleep, it was three in the morning, Hermione crept downstairs. She had been feeling a bit distressed and figured that if she had a little alone time it would be just fine. (No matter how much Ginny pretended she did not like Harry and no matter how much she acted normal in front of him, Hermione had heard Ginny mutter his name in her sleep, and that didn't get Hermione any drowsier.) She sat down at the table, placing her head in her hands and sighing.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Hermione jumped. She hadn't realized any one else was downstairs. She turned and saw George sitting on the couch.
"Oh, I just.I dunno, I mean I've been a bit sad for the past few days." George nodded and patted the couch indicating for her to sit down next to him. She sat. "George, George, I-uh, would you do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"I know this sounds a bit foolish but I-I"
"For the love of dungbombs, get it out already!" Hermione smiled weakly at his use of words.
"Will you make me laugh?" George sat dumbfounded for a minute. It was just so un-Hermione of her that he thought she was playing with him, but when he looked into her eyes, he realized that yes, she was serious. So taking a deep breath, he launched off into a story about Fred and him's war against Peeves in their second year. Hermione smiled a few times and she laughed outright once, but George could tell there was something wrong with her. When he had ended his story (They had all been in a tight spot with Filch and had helped each other escape; Fred setting a diversion and Peeves and George escaping then doubling back to set another diversion for Fred's escape.)
"Hermione, what's the matter?" George asked when his story was completed.
"You'll laugh at me if I tell you."
"No, I won't. Honest, Hermione, you can trust me," he said, his voice so full of earnestness that she did trust him.
"I'm just so, so scared! Sirius Black is dead, I'm afraid of how Harry will react, and Professor Dumbledore, he-he said" She broke off at that point and George saw that her eyes were shining with tears.
"What did he say?" he asked gently.
"He said that, that my parents are endangered of being killed by You- Know-Who since-since I'm muggle born, and-and- oh George!" Hermione was crying now, crying into George's arms, and George, George did not know what to do. It was true that he had held many girls in his arms before, but never one crying and never one so frightened, so scared at every touch he made. So he just held her until she fell asleep and then he carried her to her bed and trekked over to his own room. It wasn't until he was almost asleep did he realize that he might have liked holding Hermione.