When The Wrong One Loves You Right
Author - Clara Lou
Disclaimer - You think I own it Ha Ha! Oh wait your serious? Nothing of Harry Potter belongs to me it all belongs to the wonderful J.K.Rowling. The title of the story is a Celine Dion Song so it belongs to her and her record companies. The only thing that belongs to me is Jennifer Connelly and anything about her.
Summary - Well, well looks like hormones get out of control, lots of sap and someone finds them together as well, but who?
Couples - G/Hr, F/Hr, F/OC, G/OC, H/G, R/??
Spoilers - Upto the Goblet Of Fire
Authors notes - Ok I've changed a tiny wee bit in this chapter, it's basically who discovers them as the whole Draco thing just gave me writers block. This was suppose to be funny, but its got really bogged down with angst, and I kept thinking up ways for Hermione to end up with Draco, which is wrong cause this is a George/Hermione fic, so bye bye Draco. So from the next chapter things will be different and I even know what I'm going to write for chapter nine which will hopefully be on Sunday. I do want to say thanks to everyone who has been supportive of the time I took away from this fic. To all of you that TOLD me to update ASAP, go write your own story cause I'm writing this at my own pace, teling me to update only makes my writers block get worse.
Also remember to review and tell me what you think.
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Hermione slowly walked around him, so she was looking at his face. Biting her lip, she tried to figure out what he was thinking by the emotions in his eyes. Raising her hand, she stopped suddenly, and then taking a deep breath, she gathered up her Gryffindor courage and softly laid her palm on his cheek.
Sucking a sharp breath, George looked at her; he wondered what she was doing. There was no way she could want him, could there? She proclaimed to Jennifer that she was in love with Fred, but emotions were funny things, especially at their age. Could she have been wrong about what she felt? Could he change her mind? Did he want to try?
Looking at her, the resounding answer was yes; it was all he could think of, it consumed his every thought. If he could make her want him physically, maybe he could work on her heart. He had always imagined that she would fall for him first and the physical stuff would come later, but if it would let him be with her then he would try anything.
Hermione's mind screamed at her; what the hell was she doing? She thought maybe all the studying had finally made her insane as Ron kept suggesting. Logically she knew just because she was attracted to George, it didn't mean she was in love with him. Lust happened all the time and that was all this was, a good healthy dose of lust. However her heart was whispering to her about how sweet he was, how kind, how considerate, and how maybe she wasn't in love with Fred as she thought. Maybe just maybe, she had gotten the twins mixed up in her heart; maybe she thought that Fred was safer for her to love. She pushed that thought out of her head, as she thought about how she had felt when Fred had taken Angelina to the Yule Ball. She had been jealous and she hadn't known why. It was one of the reasons why she had accepted Krum's invitation.
These were, of course, only whisperings, and many people had ignored them or not heard them before, and Hermione was no different. She had long ago learned not to listen too closely to her heart. She learned that love wasn't forever and that it could hurt you. Krum had done that to her, when she found out that he had only dated her because she was unattainable to all the other guys. She was a challenge to him, nothing more. This had taught her to be wary and not to trust in love; it wasn't always true and pure. Deep in a small region of her heart she did still believe in love, and she knew what she had with Krum was her only settling for second best. However, she still had to fully believe this, and till that happened she would never be fully accepting any kind of romantic love.
Slowly George placed a palm over her hand, startling her out of her revelry. As if by some magic her eyes were pulled towards his. Brown met blue, and the world around them faded away. Nothing was important, except each other.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he slowly and gently pulled her towards him. Lifting his hand off hers, he slowly trailed his fingers down her cheek and over her nose. He ran his thumb over the small indentation in her lips, which had been inflicted from her biting them all the time. Leaning down he softly kissed it, running his tongue over it, as if he was caring for a battle wound. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she let out a breathless sigh from all the feelings and emotions he was causing in both her heart and body.
Lifting his head, he took in her closed eyes; lowering his head again, he placed soft butterfly kisses on both her eyelids, before doing the same to her nose. George ignored his body screaming at him to take her, and instead proceeded to romance her with tenderness and love. He knew that he couldn't rush her; he needed to sweep her off her feet. He smirked slightly before deciding to do it literally.
Pulling his head up, he slipped an arm under her legs and lifted her up. Ignoring her shocked expression and opened eyes, he carried her over to the window seat, grabbing her school robes as he went. Sitting down, he placed her on the window seat; he started to sit down when he kicked something over. Leaning to pick it up, he spotted a small, brown glass bottle with a note stuck to it. Pulling the note off, he opened it and started to read.
George,
I know that right now you want to kill Fred and me, but just read the rest of this letter first. Hermione has had trouble sleeping the past couple of weeks; she has been having nightmares of some sort. The only reason I know is because I heard her one night when she fell asleep in the common room. She made me swear not to tell anyone, but I had to let you know so you could help give her some potion in a drink. It's a mild sleeping potion that Madame Pomfrey made up for her to stop the nightmares. Just add a drop to a glass of pumpkin juice and give it to her; she won't know, as it is odourless and tasteless.
Jennifer
P. S. Fred says not to do anything he wouldn't do. So basically you have permission to do anything.
Looking down as he kicked something again, he came across a small picnic basket. Opening it up, he reached in and pulled out a small bottle of pumpkin juice and two glasses. He handed a glass to Hermione, who was watching him with an expression of confusion on her face. Opening the bottle, he poured some of the contents into the glass. Making sure she wasn't looking, he slipped in some of the sleeping potion. He took the empty glass from her hands and gave her the full one. He poured the rest of the juice into his glass, and placed the now empty bottle back into the basket along the bottle of sleeping potion.
Looking at her, he waited for her to take a drink and smiled slightly as she took a small sip. Lifting up the glass he took a long gulp and placed the glass down on the floor. Looking up at Hermione, he was slightly shocked to see her eyelids drooping. Taking the glass from her hands, he placed it down beside his.
Leaning back, he slowly pulled her towards him and covered her with her cloak. He watched her, as her eyelids got lower and lower; he waited till he heard her breathing get slower and deeper, before trying to get comfortable.
Closing his eyes, he shifted around slightly till he found a comfortable position. Pulling Hermione closer, he smiled and thought that this was the way he always wanted to fall asleep with Hermione beside him. Slowly he fell asleep with a contented smile on his face.
Quietly a click could be heard, and the door creaked as it opened. The unknown intruder pushed the door completely open, and was treated to a perfect view of George and Hermione, entwined in sleep, illuminated by the light from the library and from the moon outside. A small smile played over his mouth, and the twinkle in his eyes sparkled even brighter.
Dumbledore turned around and shut the door quietly behind him so not to disturb the sleeping pair. He had always know Hermione would end up with a Weasley, but he had thought it would be Bill. He smiled as he walked out of the library, he needed to go pay Proffesser Sprout a vist, it seemed he owed her twenty galleons now.
Author - Clara Lou
Disclaimer - You think I own it Ha Ha! Oh wait your serious? Nothing of Harry Potter belongs to me it all belongs to the wonderful J.K.Rowling. The title of the story is a Celine Dion Song so it belongs to her and her record companies. The only thing that belongs to me is Jennifer Connelly and anything about her.
Summary - Well, well looks like hormones get out of control, lots of sap and someone finds them together as well, but who?
Couples - G/Hr, F/Hr, F/OC, G/OC, H/G, R/??
Spoilers - Upto the Goblet Of Fire
Authors notes - Ok I've changed a tiny wee bit in this chapter, it's basically who discovers them as the whole Draco thing just gave me writers block. This was suppose to be funny, but its got really bogged down with angst, and I kept thinking up ways for Hermione to end up with Draco, which is wrong cause this is a George/Hermione fic, so bye bye Draco. So from the next chapter things will be different and I even know what I'm going to write for chapter nine which will hopefully be on Sunday. I do want to say thanks to everyone who has been supportive of the time I took away from this fic. To all of you that TOLD me to update ASAP, go write your own story cause I'm writing this at my own pace, teling me to update only makes my writers block get worse.
Also remember to review and tell me what you think.
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Hermione slowly walked around him, so she was looking at his face. Biting her lip, she tried to figure out what he was thinking by the emotions in his eyes. Raising her hand, she stopped suddenly, and then taking a deep breath, she gathered up her Gryffindor courage and softly laid her palm on his cheek.
Sucking a sharp breath, George looked at her; he wondered what she was doing. There was no way she could want him, could there? She proclaimed to Jennifer that she was in love with Fred, but emotions were funny things, especially at their age. Could she have been wrong about what she felt? Could he change her mind? Did he want to try?
Looking at her, the resounding answer was yes; it was all he could think of, it consumed his every thought. If he could make her want him physically, maybe he could work on her heart. He had always imagined that she would fall for him first and the physical stuff would come later, but if it would let him be with her then he would try anything.
Hermione's mind screamed at her; what the hell was she doing? She thought maybe all the studying had finally made her insane as Ron kept suggesting. Logically she knew just because she was attracted to George, it didn't mean she was in love with him. Lust happened all the time and that was all this was, a good healthy dose of lust. However her heart was whispering to her about how sweet he was, how kind, how considerate, and how maybe she wasn't in love with Fred as she thought. Maybe just maybe, she had gotten the twins mixed up in her heart; maybe she thought that Fred was safer for her to love. She pushed that thought out of her head, as she thought about how she had felt when Fred had taken Angelina to the Yule Ball. She had been jealous and she hadn't known why. It was one of the reasons why she had accepted Krum's invitation.
These were, of course, only whisperings, and many people had ignored them or not heard them before, and Hermione was no different. She had long ago learned not to listen too closely to her heart. She learned that love wasn't forever and that it could hurt you. Krum had done that to her, when she found out that he had only dated her because she was unattainable to all the other guys. She was a challenge to him, nothing more. This had taught her to be wary and not to trust in love; it wasn't always true and pure. Deep in a small region of her heart she did still believe in love, and she knew what she had with Krum was her only settling for second best. However, she still had to fully believe this, and till that happened she would never be fully accepting any kind of romantic love.
Slowly George placed a palm over her hand, startling her out of her revelry. As if by some magic her eyes were pulled towards his. Brown met blue, and the world around them faded away. Nothing was important, except each other.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he slowly and gently pulled her towards him. Lifting his hand off hers, he slowly trailed his fingers down her cheek and over her nose. He ran his thumb over the small indentation in her lips, which had been inflicted from her biting them all the time. Leaning down he softly kissed it, running his tongue over it, as if he was caring for a battle wound. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she let out a breathless sigh from all the feelings and emotions he was causing in both her heart and body.
Lifting his head, he took in her closed eyes; lowering his head again, he placed soft butterfly kisses on both her eyelids, before doing the same to her nose. George ignored his body screaming at him to take her, and instead proceeded to romance her with tenderness and love. He knew that he couldn't rush her; he needed to sweep her off her feet. He smirked slightly before deciding to do it literally.
Pulling his head up, he slipped an arm under her legs and lifted her up. Ignoring her shocked expression and opened eyes, he carried her over to the window seat, grabbing her school robes as he went. Sitting down, he placed her on the window seat; he started to sit down when he kicked something over. Leaning to pick it up, he spotted a small, brown glass bottle with a note stuck to it. Pulling the note off, he opened it and started to read.
George,
I know that right now you want to kill Fred and me, but just read the rest of this letter first. Hermione has had trouble sleeping the past couple of weeks; she has been having nightmares of some sort. The only reason I know is because I heard her one night when she fell asleep in the common room. She made me swear not to tell anyone, but I had to let you know so you could help give her some potion in a drink. It's a mild sleeping potion that Madame Pomfrey made up for her to stop the nightmares. Just add a drop to a glass of pumpkin juice and give it to her; she won't know, as it is odourless and tasteless.
Jennifer
P. S. Fred says not to do anything he wouldn't do. So basically you have permission to do anything.
Looking down as he kicked something again, he came across a small picnic basket. Opening it up, he reached in and pulled out a small bottle of pumpkin juice and two glasses. He handed a glass to Hermione, who was watching him with an expression of confusion on her face. Opening the bottle, he poured some of the contents into the glass. Making sure she wasn't looking, he slipped in some of the sleeping potion. He took the empty glass from her hands and gave her the full one. He poured the rest of the juice into his glass, and placed the now empty bottle back into the basket along the bottle of sleeping potion.
Looking at her, he waited for her to take a drink and smiled slightly as she took a small sip. Lifting up the glass he took a long gulp and placed the glass down on the floor. Looking up at Hermione, he was slightly shocked to see her eyelids drooping. Taking the glass from her hands, he placed it down beside his.
Leaning back, he slowly pulled her towards him and covered her with her cloak. He watched her, as her eyelids got lower and lower; he waited till he heard her breathing get slower and deeper, before trying to get comfortable.
Closing his eyes, he shifted around slightly till he found a comfortable position. Pulling Hermione closer, he smiled and thought that this was the way he always wanted to fall asleep with Hermione beside him. Slowly he fell asleep with a contented smile on his face.
Quietly a click could be heard, and the door creaked as it opened. The unknown intruder pushed the door completely open, and was treated to a perfect view of George and Hermione, entwined in sleep, illuminated by the light from the library and from the moon outside. A small smile played over his mouth, and the twinkle in his eyes sparkled even brighter.
Dumbledore turned around and shut the door quietly behind him so not to disturb the sleeping pair. He had always know Hermione would end up with a Weasley, but he had thought it would be Bill. He smiled as he walked out of the library, he needed to go pay Proffesser Sprout a vist, it seemed he owed her twenty galleons now.