The Other Twin
Disclaimer: I own very little, a few characters here and there, maybe just a word or two for the computer. Is that too much to ask? Would you deprive a young girl those necessities?
A/N: This idea has been toying with me for a while. Everyone looks at them as one, but what if there's more to the story?
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"You don't want to go to the Quidditch Supply Store? Are you insane?"
"It's not an interest of mine."
"You know Mom and Dad won't let us if both of us don't go!"
"So what, Fred? No loss to me."
"It will be when I beat the prat who calls himself my twin into the ground!"
"Fine, I'll go!"
George stuck his head out of his Musing Bowl. It was truly an invention of theirs, well really Hermione and George. It showed you whatever you needed to see, one single memory. It was a bit like a Pensive, it stored your thoughts. Only difference was it chose what you saw, it decided to show you what your heart was telling you.
Of course it would show him something depressing today.
He wanted to see something happy, but alas, it would not. It showed him the day everything really changed. Fred had never really said or implied that George wasn't good enough to be his twin before, but George knew it. It was Fred, and George, like he was an afterthought or something.
Hermione was a really great girl. Much nicer than Alicia. George had often thought that Hermione might be his one. He felt such a connection with her. George knocked over a bowl as he pondered who would kill him first, Ron, Fred, or Harry. He laughed nervously to think of all the trouble it would cause.
George wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing and soon enough the vase full of flowers that Fred (who took them from George) was planning on giving to Angelina. George had wanted to give them to Hermione, with the pretext of thanking her for her help.
She was entering her 6th year. She was only two years younger than him, he thought, it wasn't that scandalous. But, he thought, Mum's nearly got Ron's and Hermione's wedding planned. She doesn't like him that way. She told me so. She might even like-
"George! Are you up already?"
"Yeah, Fred. Why?"
"Make breakfast!"
George gave a frustrated sigh and waved his wand. Bacon and eggs crowded the pine scrubbed table. Sausages, biscuits, and muffins filled the room. Fruit salad appeared from nowhere. Ham, roast beef, pancakes, all appeared quickly.
I've lost my chance, he thought, I won't have time to think again until tomorrow.
Fred came out of his room, and without even muttering thanks to George, he began to eat portions large enough for Hagrid.
George didn't stick around. He immediately apparated to his shop. Their shop, you could say, but Fred just worked the register and his charm on the female customers, while George worked tirelessly on his new inventions, usually with Hermione, who frequently flooed over, since Ginny was in America this summer with her cousin.
"George!" Oh shit! George thought, I thought she would have given up on me by now. Alicia Spinnet, his off-and-on girlfriend was standing in his shop.
"George, are you ok? You didn't sound too good when you canceled our date last week."
"Alicia, you're a cool person, and all, but we are meant for each other, you know that, I know that, why are we kidding ourselves?"
"Wow! I can't believe you! You're so selfish! Figures you'd do something like this. Fred was always the good twin anyway. But no, I had to go with the other twin! I hate you!"
And with a pop, Alicia promptly disappeared. George was once again left with his thoughts. Fred would not come for another hour when the shop officially opened.
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At 5 of 9, Hermione walked into her crush's shop. No one would have guessed them together, but then again, they weren't. When Hermione first realized she fancied him, she assured herself that every good girl wants a bad boy at one time. But as she knew him a bit longer, she realized how sweet he really was.
"George? Are you here?" Hermione gasped, George was on the floor of his shop.
Hermione ran over to his side and checked his pulse. Grabbing a bit of floo powder, she appeared in Dumbledore's office.
"Professor, are you here?"
A/N 2: I have the best reviewers EVER!!!! I was having an awful day, I saw my ex, who I never really got over, and he was with another girl, but when I checked my inbox, I had review alerts! I was so happy! And they were nice too! Well except one, but they courteous enough to e-mail them straight to me instead embarrassing me by putting them up for the world to see.