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Chapter Two
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When Hermione came down for breakfast the next morning she felt heat rising up on the side of her face and wondered if she'd been hanging around Ron too long. It turned into a full blush when George looked up to her and then quickly back down. She was embarrassed for crying in front of him, why, he must think her still a child!
Ginny noted this blush and winked at Hermione, causing her to blush further and glare at Ginny for even thinking along the lines of that. Surely she knew that Hermione thought the twins were one person, one extra tall, extra gangly, redheaded troublemaker. Ginny snorted into her oatmeal. At this George looked up from his oatmeal and his head stayed up as he waggled his eyebrows.
"Just, what is going on, Weasley? Ten points from Gryffindor for your impertinence and 20 points because your hair is too bright today!" George drawled out of the corner of his mouth in a perfect imitation of Snape. Ginny laughed and Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron, at that moment, decided to come stumbling down the stairs followed closely by Harry who was by all means wide awake.
"S'too bloody early," Ron managed to mumble.
"Ron!"
"Sorry, sorry," Ron sat down heavily or at least tried to except he slipped and ended up on the floor to the whoops of laughter of the Weasley twins (Fred had slipped in unnoticed). Ron scrambled up, his face bright red, definitely awake now.
"Hey, anyone up for a game of quidditch after breakfast?" Charlie's face appeared in the door. "I bet I could whoop your arse, Potter." Harry laughed. Charlie had made a joke between Harry and himself about who the better seeker was.
"You're on Weasley." Breakfast was the usual rambunctious affair, consisting of one Weasley Wizarding Wheezes product put to use, Bill coming down for breakfast and bugging Ron about his "girl" while Mrs. Weasley bugged Bill about his hair, Mr. Weasley asking Hermione of alarm clocks, Charlie talking animatedly to Ginny about "his" dragons, and Harry watching in fascination as it all occurred. He had all been to plenty of Weasley breakfasts before, but this was the first one with all the Weasleys and this was quite a shock to him, how everyone could talk quite happily, what with all the events that had occurred around him and Sirius's death still a sharp pang inside his stomach. He stopped thinking about that for it made his throat clench up quite terribly and frankly, he did not like that feeling.
Fred stood up abruptly, "Team! Locker rooms!" Everyone laughed at that with the exception of Bill who knew nothing of Oliver Wood. They started clearing the table to get up when a swarm of owls sat them all back in their seats.
"O.W.L.S!" Hermione cried excitedly.
"N.E.W.T.s!" groaned Fred and George rather downcast. Everyone except Bill and Charlie took a letter from the owl while Mrs. Weasley swayed side to side rather apprehensively.
"Well?" she finally asked after the stunning silence.
"I got twelve O.W.L.S." Hermione managed to say, looking rather shocked.
"Well, congratulations! Harry?"
"12 and I'm Quidditch Captain." At this Charlie had a coughing fit and Harry burst out laughing.
"Good! Ron?" At this, Mrs. Weasley's tone turned a little scathing, but not much of a difference.
"11, I'm prefect again." Mrs. Weasley at that began to hug all of her sixth years while Fred and George tried unsuccessfully to sneak out.
"FRED! GEORGE!" Bowing their heads, they walked back in and handed their letters to Mrs. Weasley whose eyebrows began to touch the ceiling. "Boys! That's WONDERFUL!" With that she swooped them both into an enormous hug much to their embarrassment until Bill coughed and mentioned something about quidditch. Mrs. Weasley let them go with an embarrassed sort of smile and everyone started to get up.
"Wait, George!" Hermione managed to catch George's elbow in the hustle and bustle of getting outside. "I need to talk to you." George nodded and they left to go to the living room.
"About last night-"
"Hermione-"
"I shouldn't have been crying like that."
"Hermione-"
"I shouldn't dump my troubles onto you like that."
"Hermione! It's alright, relax, everyone has a right to cry."
"Oh!" Hermione began to blush. "I'm sorry for you know disturbing you, you can go uh play quidditch now." George smiled inwardly at this stuttering Hermione and wondered what had gotten over her. He nodded and left.
Damn! Hermione thought as George left. What just happened? Why did I act so stupidly?! This is George we're talking about, aka WEASLEY TROUBLEMAKER. Her heart was pounding very hard in her chest now. She shook here head disgustedly and left to talk to Mrs. Weasley
LATER
George lay on his stomach in front of the fire place staring at figures on his parchment wondering why he had not been too bright at math. He looked up at Fred who was scribbling furiously on his parchment. Maybe Fred always was the smart child. "Oi! Fred! Whatcha got there?" Fred looked up and grinned. He held up his parchment which said-Dear Angelina, You make my teeth feel funny when I look at you. Your smile dazzles Snape. You make me feel as if my bright red hair is actually mellow brown-
"Fred, that's the most pathetic excuse for a love letter." Fred snorted. "And what would you suggest 'O Sex God'?" George paused a minute. "Don't mention Snape." George said proudly. Fred snorted again and went back to his letter writing, while George still confused went back to his 'math'. He sighed and rolled over and roll all over the floor. That is, until he saw Hermione come in. Then he rolled over and asked her if she wanted to join him. Hermione rolled her eyes and began to walk away. "Wait! Hermione!" She stopped and turned around expectantly.
"Yes?"
"Will you help me?" he begged.
"With what?" she asked annoyed.
"My math!" She sighed and nodded. She took the parchment from him and looked at it, amused.
"George, what's two plus two?"
"That's easy!" George scoffed
"It's five!" shouted Fred and Hermione rolled her eyes. Three hours later, five laughs from Hermione later, and 56 jokes from George later, they finished.
"There!" cried Hermione proudly for teaching something to George.
"There!" cried George proudly for making Hermione laugh.
"There!" cried Fred proudly finishing his love letter. Hermione grinned at the twins then began to gather her things.
"Where you goin'?" George asked.
"To read!"
"I'll come with you!" he said eagerly.
"You, George Weasley, reading?" she asked doubtfully. George blushed and Fred snorted.
"Yep! Lee and I caught him with a book," Fred said in mock sadness. Hermione looked interested now.
"What book?"
"Corana's Life." George was really embarrassed now. Hermione must think him a fool to read such a book!
"I love that book! The author's point of view is so-so refreshing! It's my favorite book in the world."
"Besides 'Hogwarts a History'," coughed Harry as he and Ron entered. Hermione rolled her eyes again.
"Come on, George." She stood up and left to go to the stairs. George grinned quite proudly; Hermione wanted his company, not Ron's, or Harry's, but his! George galloped off upstairs. Fred shook his head sadly at the departure of his brother and said annoyed, "Boys!"
They spent an hour talking of the book and another hour speaking of spells and such causing Hermione to ask admirably of the Invisibility Hat, that the 3W had created. When at last they finished talking, they realized how late it was and Hermione with a hasty goodbye hurried off to talk with Ginny whom she had become such good friends.
When she was gone, George glared at himself furiously. What was wrong with him?! This was his little brother's best friend. But then, he realized something and the realization of it hit him quite hard. Hermione was still his little brother's best friend and she was still a bookworm, but she was no longer a little girl. And blinking dazedly at his pillow, George began to get ready to go to sleep.
Chapter Two
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When Hermione came down for breakfast the next morning she felt heat rising up on the side of her face and wondered if she'd been hanging around Ron too long. It turned into a full blush when George looked up to her and then quickly back down. She was embarrassed for crying in front of him, why, he must think her still a child!
Ginny noted this blush and winked at Hermione, causing her to blush further and glare at Ginny for even thinking along the lines of that. Surely she knew that Hermione thought the twins were one person, one extra tall, extra gangly, redheaded troublemaker. Ginny snorted into her oatmeal. At this George looked up from his oatmeal and his head stayed up as he waggled his eyebrows.
"Just, what is going on, Weasley? Ten points from Gryffindor for your impertinence and 20 points because your hair is too bright today!" George drawled out of the corner of his mouth in a perfect imitation of Snape. Ginny laughed and Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron, at that moment, decided to come stumbling down the stairs followed closely by Harry who was by all means wide awake.
"S'too bloody early," Ron managed to mumble.
"Ron!"
"Sorry, sorry," Ron sat down heavily or at least tried to except he slipped and ended up on the floor to the whoops of laughter of the Weasley twins (Fred had slipped in unnoticed). Ron scrambled up, his face bright red, definitely awake now.
"Hey, anyone up for a game of quidditch after breakfast?" Charlie's face appeared in the door. "I bet I could whoop your arse, Potter." Harry laughed. Charlie had made a joke between Harry and himself about who the better seeker was.
"You're on Weasley." Breakfast was the usual rambunctious affair, consisting of one Weasley Wizarding Wheezes product put to use, Bill coming down for breakfast and bugging Ron about his "girl" while Mrs. Weasley bugged Bill about his hair, Mr. Weasley asking Hermione of alarm clocks, Charlie talking animatedly to Ginny about "his" dragons, and Harry watching in fascination as it all occurred. He had all been to plenty of Weasley breakfasts before, but this was the first one with all the Weasleys and this was quite a shock to him, how everyone could talk quite happily, what with all the events that had occurred around him and Sirius's death still a sharp pang inside his stomach. He stopped thinking about that for it made his throat clench up quite terribly and frankly, he did not like that feeling.
Fred stood up abruptly, "Team! Locker rooms!" Everyone laughed at that with the exception of Bill who knew nothing of Oliver Wood. They started clearing the table to get up when a swarm of owls sat them all back in their seats.
"O.W.L.S!" Hermione cried excitedly.
"N.E.W.T.s!" groaned Fred and George rather downcast. Everyone except Bill and Charlie took a letter from the owl while Mrs. Weasley swayed side to side rather apprehensively.
"Well?" she finally asked after the stunning silence.
"I got twelve O.W.L.S." Hermione managed to say, looking rather shocked.
"Well, congratulations! Harry?"
"12 and I'm Quidditch Captain." At this Charlie had a coughing fit and Harry burst out laughing.
"Good! Ron?" At this, Mrs. Weasley's tone turned a little scathing, but not much of a difference.
"11, I'm prefect again." Mrs. Weasley at that began to hug all of her sixth years while Fred and George tried unsuccessfully to sneak out.
"FRED! GEORGE!" Bowing their heads, they walked back in and handed their letters to Mrs. Weasley whose eyebrows began to touch the ceiling. "Boys! That's WONDERFUL!" With that she swooped them both into an enormous hug much to their embarrassment until Bill coughed and mentioned something about quidditch. Mrs. Weasley let them go with an embarrassed sort of smile and everyone started to get up.
"Wait, George!" Hermione managed to catch George's elbow in the hustle and bustle of getting outside. "I need to talk to you." George nodded and they left to go to the living room.
"About last night-"
"Hermione-"
"I shouldn't have been crying like that."
"Hermione-"
"I shouldn't dump my troubles onto you like that."
"Hermione! It's alright, relax, everyone has a right to cry."
"Oh!" Hermione began to blush. "I'm sorry for you know disturbing you, you can go uh play quidditch now." George smiled inwardly at this stuttering Hermione and wondered what had gotten over her. He nodded and left.
Damn! Hermione thought as George left. What just happened? Why did I act so stupidly?! This is George we're talking about, aka WEASLEY TROUBLEMAKER. Her heart was pounding very hard in her chest now. She shook here head disgustedly and left to talk to Mrs. Weasley
LATER
George lay on his stomach in front of the fire place staring at figures on his parchment wondering why he had not been too bright at math. He looked up at Fred who was scribbling furiously on his parchment. Maybe Fred always was the smart child. "Oi! Fred! Whatcha got there?" Fred looked up and grinned. He held up his parchment which said-Dear Angelina, You make my teeth feel funny when I look at you. Your smile dazzles Snape. You make me feel as if my bright red hair is actually mellow brown-
"Fred, that's the most pathetic excuse for a love letter." Fred snorted. "And what would you suggest 'O Sex God'?" George paused a minute. "Don't mention Snape." George said proudly. Fred snorted again and went back to his letter writing, while George still confused went back to his 'math'. He sighed and rolled over and roll all over the floor. That is, until he saw Hermione come in. Then he rolled over and asked her if she wanted to join him. Hermione rolled her eyes and began to walk away. "Wait! Hermione!" She stopped and turned around expectantly.
"Yes?"
"Will you help me?" he begged.
"With what?" she asked annoyed.
"My math!" She sighed and nodded. She took the parchment from him and looked at it, amused.
"George, what's two plus two?"
"That's easy!" George scoffed
"It's five!" shouted Fred and Hermione rolled her eyes. Three hours later, five laughs from Hermione later, and 56 jokes from George later, they finished.
"There!" cried Hermione proudly for teaching something to George.
"There!" cried George proudly for making Hermione laugh.
"There!" cried Fred proudly finishing his love letter. Hermione grinned at the twins then began to gather her things.
"Where you goin'?" George asked.
"To read!"
"I'll come with you!" he said eagerly.
"You, George Weasley, reading?" she asked doubtfully. George blushed and Fred snorted.
"Yep! Lee and I caught him with a book," Fred said in mock sadness. Hermione looked interested now.
"What book?"
"Corana's Life." George was really embarrassed now. Hermione must think him a fool to read such a book!
"I love that book! The author's point of view is so-so refreshing! It's my favorite book in the world."
"Besides 'Hogwarts a History'," coughed Harry as he and Ron entered. Hermione rolled her eyes again.
"Come on, George." She stood up and left to go to the stairs. George grinned quite proudly; Hermione wanted his company, not Ron's, or Harry's, but his! George galloped off upstairs. Fred shook his head sadly at the departure of his brother and said annoyed, "Boys!"
They spent an hour talking of the book and another hour speaking of spells and such causing Hermione to ask admirably of the Invisibility Hat, that the 3W had created. When at last they finished talking, they realized how late it was and Hermione with a hasty goodbye hurried off to talk with Ginny whom she had become such good friends.
When she was gone, George glared at himself furiously. What was wrong with him?! This was his little brother's best friend. But then, he realized something and the realization of it hit him quite hard. Hermione was still his little brother's best friend and she was still a bookworm, but she was no longer a little girl. And blinking dazedly at his pillow, George began to get ready to go to sleep.