A/N:After this chapter I'll be editing a lot of the story, so don't be SUPRISED if you see some major changes! This MIGHT be the last chapter, it might not. Keep clicking to find out! Also, Watch out for Draco's Decievement, it's FAR from ending, I think it'll be a lot longer then this one. I might have a sequel to this one, I mean, George's crush on Mandy didn't seem complete ;) Although, I could make this longer... Hm...
George walked into Three Bromsticks, his mind well occupied on Herimione, a smile on his face. He started thinking about the conversations that they had together, she always said the right things to make him smile, no matter what. He walked over to a newstand inside, paid a sickle, and took a Daily Prophet. He sat down at a table alone, scanning the headlines. DUMBLEDORE'S DEVIOUS SECRETS by Rita Skeeter, HOW TO ORGANIZE YOUR BROOM CLOSET by Steve Vander Ark, and it didn't get much better from there. He skipped over to the advertisements.
He opened the pages, and searched through them. LAST FIVE FIREBOLTS IN STOCK, MAIL ORDER NOW!.... THIEVE'S TREATS, MAKE YOUR JOB EASIER, COME DOWN TO KNOCKTURN ALLEY!.... ZiPPiN' ZANY FLOWER ARTS! GIVE YOUR SWEETHEART A LITTLE TREAT! FLOWERS THAT GLOW, MOVE, AND EVEN SAY A TELEGRAM! MAIL ORDER TODAY! He looked at the flower bit, thinking of Herimione. It wouldn't be a bribe, just more of a... persuasion. He smiled to himself, and ripped the ad out so he could mail order it once he got back.
"Want a nice warm butterbeer to go with that newspaper, sir?" asks Madam Rosmerta, frowning at the ripped newspaper. He snorts, then nods lightly. He continues to read his newspaper, hearing a few people walk in. He looks up, and sees Harry, Ron and Fred, probably having some boy bonding moment since Mandy nor Herimione were there. He waves to them, and they all sit down next to them.
"Hey George, here with your ickle own self? I reckoned you'd be with ickle sweetkins Herimione." says Fred, smirking. George laughs, then shakes his head.
"Where's ickle Mandy?" he replies, Harry and Ron snorting. Ron sits down and looks down at the newspaper. He looks at the ripped section curiously. George could already hear the question coming out of Ron's loud mouth, his ears turning red.
"Hey why is this paper ripped? You get your sickle ripped off?" asks Ron curiously. Fred looks down at the advertising George ripped out, and smirked.
"Plan on making a little mail order are we? For sweet ole' Hermoninny?" jokes Fred, Harry and Ron looking over his shoulder to read the mail order. George gave him the 'quit it' sign, he gestured a line through his throat, and Fred nodded. Ron looked at George curiously, then at the ad. Harry suddenly gave a realising look on his face, then looked at George as if he were crazy.
"You fancy Herimione?" Harry suddenly says, Fred hitting his face. Thanks a lot, Fred, George thought to himself. He nodded, Madam Rosmerta setting down the Butterbeer. He gave her three sickles and she went on her way.
"Well, she's got Viktor. I know she wont listen to me, she'll go to the Yule and probably make out with him." says Ron bitterly. Fred pats Ron's back sympathetically, but Ron just looks at him like he's crazy. George suddenly realises he's right. He'd never have a chance with Herimione, I mean, Viktor's a famous foriegn Quidditch player with an accent. Girls go for him all the time. And George? He hadn't been asked to the Yule at all, this was his first time he had ever made a serious move.
"Sucks to be you." mutters Harry, Ron and George not really sure who he was saying it to. Ron was still way in denial, from what George could tell, which was good. But he would probably wack into his senses if Herimione said yes to George. One could only hope....
***
Herimione sat with Harry and Ron in the early Sunday morning, eating a cinnamin roll very carefully so as to not get her fingers sticky. If her parents saw her eating such a sugary meal, they'd kill her. But she still continued to eat unhastily as Ron and Harry were well into a conversation about Harry's Quidditch training. She sighed lightly, then looked around.
The owl post started flying down, differant owls returning to their owners, strange owls sending letters from home, and school owls returning with replies from letters students have sent. Herimione continued eating her cinnamin roll until she heard something was carefully set in front of her. She looked up, and there was a bouquet of strange flowers, purple and white daisies, which waved back and forth and they almost seemed to glow. She looked at them in awe, Ron and Harry staring at her curiously. She read the card outloud, knowing they'd probably ask anyways.
AND I MEAN EVERY WORD OF IT. POINT YOUR WAND AT THE BOUQUET AND SAY 'VELISIUM'. -GEORGE
She couldn't help but smile hugely and let out a small giggle. She took out her wand and said in a weak voice 'velisium', and suddenly the daisies stopped waving, and it looked like they had grown mouths. They were smiling warmly.
"Herimione, you've been there for me through thick and thin
You've shown the real me, not the twin
I know I did ask a really strange way
But please say yes to this proposal which these daisies will say
That if you could be with me for one more night
The Yule would be fantastic and just right
So please say yes and I'll treat you like a queen
If you'd just go to the Yule with me!" the daises said in a squeaky voice, waving in unicent to the rythm of the poem. She put her hands over her mouth in shock, smiling warmly. She couldn't help but let out an 'aaawe'.
"Bad poem if you ask me." muttered Ron, then grabbed some bacon and started chewing on it.
"Are you joking? It's totally sweet!" Herimione says happily, gazing at them happily.
"It's cheap bribary." says Ron bitterly, his mouth stuffed with bacon.
"Swallow then speak, first year. Honestly, what do you have against me having a date? I mean, sure, Viktor had a slightly understandable but debatable reason, but your brother was just completely sweet!" she says, then took a bite of her cinnamin roll.
"Well... what are you going to say?" asks Harry to avoid a fight between the two of them. Herimione paused because she had to chew the rest of her cinnamin roll. After swallowing, she took a sip of pumpkin juice, then replied.
"Yes! He's so sweet! And he'd be a perfect date, I mean he's a real gentleman! And he's so unshallow." she said, smiling whidely. And he's older then her, and cute...
***
George walks down to the Great Hall at dinner time, seeing Harry and Ron ahead of them. He waves over to them, and Harry stops, Ron reluctantly stopping, rolling his eyes. Uh oh, George thought to himself.
"Hey George. Your flowers were a big hit." said Harry, smirking. George smiles widely, his ears turning slightly red.
"Really? What'd she say? Did she tell you what her answer was?" asks George hastily.
"Don't ruin the suprise, Harry." mutters Ron, approaching the Gryffindor table. They all sat down and grabbed some food.
"Oh no! Please do!" jokes George, and Harry just shrugs.
"Yeah, I reckon he's right. Besides, you'll find out soon anyways." says Harry, gesturing his head over to behind George. George turned around and saw Herimione walking over to them. George could instantly feel butterflies jumping in his stomach. He could feel his face turn redder then ever. He took a sip of pumpkin juice and acted like he didn't know she was approaching.
"H- Hey George, I got your... telegram." she says quietly, smiling shyly.
"Oh... That's good." he says quietly, running his fingers through his hair cooly. Harry and Ron snorted at him trying to act cool.
"So... I reckon we oughta go to the Yule together. I mean... we've been good friends n' all..." she says quietly, her cheeks slowly burning. George could hear Ginny's giggle from a distance.
"Just as friends, you mean? Or like... not just as friends?" asks George, feeling his gut being stomped on.
"Well... I dunno... If you want to go as more then friends..." she says quietly, looking at her shoes.
"Yeah... I reckon I do." he replies, smiling warmly. She looks up at him, a huge smile on her face.
"Okay! See you later!" she says, then hussles off. He could hear her skip from a distance, just like he did. He wondered if she could hear him when he skipped...
George walked into Three Bromsticks, his mind well occupied on Herimione, a smile on his face. He started thinking about the conversations that they had together, she always said the right things to make him smile, no matter what. He walked over to a newstand inside, paid a sickle, and took a Daily Prophet. He sat down at a table alone, scanning the headlines. DUMBLEDORE'S DEVIOUS SECRETS by Rita Skeeter, HOW TO ORGANIZE YOUR BROOM CLOSET by Steve Vander Ark, and it didn't get much better from there. He skipped over to the advertisements.
He opened the pages, and searched through them. LAST FIVE FIREBOLTS IN STOCK, MAIL ORDER NOW!.... THIEVE'S TREATS, MAKE YOUR JOB EASIER, COME DOWN TO KNOCKTURN ALLEY!.... ZiPPiN' ZANY FLOWER ARTS! GIVE YOUR SWEETHEART A LITTLE TREAT! FLOWERS THAT GLOW, MOVE, AND EVEN SAY A TELEGRAM! MAIL ORDER TODAY! He looked at the flower bit, thinking of Herimione. It wouldn't be a bribe, just more of a... persuasion. He smiled to himself, and ripped the ad out so he could mail order it once he got back.
"Want a nice warm butterbeer to go with that newspaper, sir?" asks Madam Rosmerta, frowning at the ripped newspaper. He snorts, then nods lightly. He continues to read his newspaper, hearing a few people walk in. He looks up, and sees Harry, Ron and Fred, probably having some boy bonding moment since Mandy nor Herimione were there. He waves to them, and they all sit down next to them.
"Hey George, here with your ickle own self? I reckoned you'd be with ickle sweetkins Herimione." says Fred, smirking. George laughs, then shakes his head.
"Where's ickle Mandy?" he replies, Harry and Ron snorting. Ron sits down and looks down at the newspaper. He looks at the ripped section curiously. George could already hear the question coming out of Ron's loud mouth, his ears turning red.
"Hey why is this paper ripped? You get your sickle ripped off?" asks Ron curiously. Fred looks down at the advertising George ripped out, and smirked.
"Plan on making a little mail order are we? For sweet ole' Hermoninny?" jokes Fred, Harry and Ron looking over his shoulder to read the mail order. George gave him the 'quit it' sign, he gestured a line through his throat, and Fred nodded. Ron looked at George curiously, then at the ad. Harry suddenly gave a realising look on his face, then looked at George as if he were crazy.
"You fancy Herimione?" Harry suddenly says, Fred hitting his face. Thanks a lot, Fred, George thought to himself. He nodded, Madam Rosmerta setting down the Butterbeer. He gave her three sickles and she went on her way.
"Well, she's got Viktor. I know she wont listen to me, she'll go to the Yule and probably make out with him." says Ron bitterly. Fred pats Ron's back sympathetically, but Ron just looks at him like he's crazy. George suddenly realises he's right. He'd never have a chance with Herimione, I mean, Viktor's a famous foriegn Quidditch player with an accent. Girls go for him all the time. And George? He hadn't been asked to the Yule at all, this was his first time he had ever made a serious move.
"Sucks to be you." mutters Harry, Ron and George not really sure who he was saying it to. Ron was still way in denial, from what George could tell, which was good. But he would probably wack into his senses if Herimione said yes to George. One could only hope....
***
Herimione sat with Harry and Ron in the early Sunday morning, eating a cinnamin roll very carefully so as to not get her fingers sticky. If her parents saw her eating such a sugary meal, they'd kill her. But she still continued to eat unhastily as Ron and Harry were well into a conversation about Harry's Quidditch training. She sighed lightly, then looked around.
The owl post started flying down, differant owls returning to their owners, strange owls sending letters from home, and school owls returning with replies from letters students have sent. Herimione continued eating her cinnamin roll until she heard something was carefully set in front of her. She looked up, and there was a bouquet of strange flowers, purple and white daisies, which waved back and forth and they almost seemed to glow. She looked at them in awe, Ron and Harry staring at her curiously. She read the card outloud, knowing they'd probably ask anyways.
AND I MEAN EVERY WORD OF IT. POINT YOUR WAND AT THE BOUQUET AND SAY 'VELISIUM'. -GEORGE
She couldn't help but smile hugely and let out a small giggle. She took out her wand and said in a weak voice 'velisium', and suddenly the daisies stopped waving, and it looked like they had grown mouths. They were smiling warmly.
"Herimione, you've been there for me through thick and thin
You've shown the real me, not the twin
I know I did ask a really strange way
But please say yes to this proposal which these daisies will say
That if you could be with me for one more night
The Yule would be fantastic and just right
So please say yes and I'll treat you like a queen
If you'd just go to the Yule with me!" the daises said in a squeaky voice, waving in unicent to the rythm of the poem. She put her hands over her mouth in shock, smiling warmly. She couldn't help but let out an 'aaawe'.
"Bad poem if you ask me." muttered Ron, then grabbed some bacon and started chewing on it.
"Are you joking? It's totally sweet!" Herimione says happily, gazing at them happily.
"It's cheap bribary." says Ron bitterly, his mouth stuffed with bacon.
"Swallow then speak, first year. Honestly, what do you have against me having a date? I mean, sure, Viktor had a slightly understandable but debatable reason, but your brother was just completely sweet!" she says, then took a bite of her cinnamin roll.
"Well... what are you going to say?" asks Harry to avoid a fight between the two of them. Herimione paused because she had to chew the rest of her cinnamin roll. After swallowing, she took a sip of pumpkin juice, then replied.
"Yes! He's so sweet! And he'd be a perfect date, I mean he's a real gentleman! And he's so unshallow." she said, smiling whidely. And he's older then her, and cute...
***
George walks down to the Great Hall at dinner time, seeing Harry and Ron ahead of them. He waves over to them, and Harry stops, Ron reluctantly stopping, rolling his eyes. Uh oh, George thought to himself.
"Hey George. Your flowers were a big hit." said Harry, smirking. George smiles widely, his ears turning slightly red.
"Really? What'd she say? Did she tell you what her answer was?" asks George hastily.
"Don't ruin the suprise, Harry." mutters Ron, approaching the Gryffindor table. They all sat down and grabbed some food.
"Oh no! Please do!" jokes George, and Harry just shrugs.
"Yeah, I reckon he's right. Besides, you'll find out soon anyways." says Harry, gesturing his head over to behind George. George turned around and saw Herimione walking over to them. George could instantly feel butterflies jumping in his stomach. He could feel his face turn redder then ever. He took a sip of pumpkin juice and acted like he didn't know she was approaching.
"H- Hey George, I got your... telegram." she says quietly, smiling shyly.
"Oh... That's good." he says quietly, running his fingers through his hair cooly. Harry and Ron snorted at him trying to act cool.
"So... I reckon we oughta go to the Yule together. I mean... we've been good friends n' all..." she says quietly, her cheeks slowly burning. George could hear Ginny's giggle from a distance.
"Just as friends, you mean? Or like... not just as friends?" asks George, feeling his gut being stomped on.
"Well... I dunno... If you want to go as more then friends..." she says quietly, looking at her shoes.
"Yeah... I reckon I do." he replies, smiling warmly. She looks up at him, a huge smile on her face.
"Okay! See you later!" she says, then hussles off. He could hear her skip from a distance, just like he did. He wondered if she could hear him when he skipped...