Coke Eyes
Rated G
Author Notes: Well I decided to continue this. I rather like this story. Tell me if I should do it over.
Disclaimer: ...If you think I own these characters...then *whap* to you too
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CHAPTER II
"George!"
"Hermione!"
"George!"
"Hermione!"
"You git! The stoves on fire!"
"…that's not a stove Hermione."
"Well it's on fire!"
George looked at Hermione oddly before getting his wand to go stir in the flour. "Well it's supposed to be on fire don't you know? How's it going to cook if it's not on fire?"
Hermione stared at him with disbelief. It was only when the pantry also caught fire that Hermione whipped back to reality. "Oh," She snarled, grabbing her wand, "And the pantry's supposed to be on fire too?" She aimed carefully and with an aqualis charm put out the flames. "George, do you even know a thing about cooking?"
"Well…"
Hermione threw her hands in the air and took the mixing bowl out of George's hands. "George, can you go get the eggs? Crack them and put the yolk in the mixing bowl."
George stared. "You are one crazy cook coke eyes."
Hermione rolled her eyes and stopped in mid roll when she noticed George was cracking the eggs on his head. She hid a smile by pretending she was wiping a stray hair away. "And, monseir George…do you plan to put the yolk in your hair?"
George had successfully cracked an egg without spilling any yolk or shell on his hair. "Mmm…Nope." He successfully cracked another one on his head and added in into the mixing bowl. Retrieving a cake shifter with her wand, she poured the mix into the mold before sending it into the oven. Or thing that resembled an oven.
That was her mistake. When she turned her back on to George, he snuck up behind her and tried breaking an egg on her head. However failing of course and had the pleasure of seeing egg yolk pour down her hair.
"GEORGE!"
George snickered. "Y'know Hermione, you look good like that. Besides, aren't eggs good for your hair?" He burst out laughing, sticking his tongue at her. "And you know whats even better? You can't get me back since you're 'little miss perfect'!"
Hermione fumed and grabbed the sack of flour and chucking it at George. The flour exploded and the room was covered with white powder.
George winked at Hermione. "You want a food fight?" Hermione gasped, her head shaking no. George laughed. "Too late!" He grabbed a spoon and catapulted a slab of butter into Hermione's face.
She shrieked in surprise, wiped it off. "George Weasley!" She grabbed a carton of milk and poured it over George's head. She couldn't stop herself from letting out a grin at how ridiculous George looked with the carton on top of his head.
"So this is what's under that book worm cover of yours?" George grinned, and was rewarded by a giggle from Hermione. He grabbed chocolate syrup from the cupboard and placed it on the ground, aiming for the curious Hermione. Without warning, he jumped on it and Hermione was squirted with chocolate syrup. He slided over across the floor afterwards, leaving a trail of chocolate syrup.
"What was that for? Now I'm all sticky!"
"What? Want me to lick it off?" George raised his eyebrows suggestively. Hermione stared at him and soon found herself running and giggling at the same time around the kitchen with George chasing her. In a mock-desperate attempt, she reached into the cupboard, grabbed a can of whipped cream and sprayed George. Who instead of stopped running, picked up speed. She shrieked and ran faster, and looked back for a moment, skidding through a slippery mess to a stop. George had stopped chasing her. Instead, he had opened up the oven door and taken out the cake. Hermione was about to protest that the cake wasn't done when indeed the cake was done to a light golden brown.
"George?"
He tentatively touched it and Hermione edged closer to see was he was doing. He removed the cake from the mold, looked to Hermione warmly and gestured to the cake. He hadn't said a word. Hermione walked closer her head cocked to a side. She stood right next to George, and she stared at George who was still gesturing to the cake. And then without warning, he scooped up a chunk of the cake and slammed in her face.
"GEORGE!" George had already taken off to the other side of the kitchen, making a face at her. She grabbed hold of some of the cake and started after George. She threw it at him, and George failed to dodge the throw. It landed on his shoulder. George and Hermione both went back to the cake for more, skidding and sliding across the floor, clinging onto counters. Upon reaching the cake, they both started grabbing hold of chunks of it and slamming it into each other's faces. One hand was preoccupied in stuffing it into the other person's face or shirt, and the other was busy grabbing more cake. George stuffed his last bit into Hermione's shirt and she gasped. He ran for it, and with the last pieces of the cake left, she ran after him.
She caught up to him and tried throwing the cake chunks at him, but slipped on her own chocolate and whipped cream mess, and started falling. She let out a fairly small scream, and opened her eyes slowly to see herself on top of George. Both of them were lyring sprawled on the sticky kitchen floor. She felt his cool breath wrapping itself around her ear. "Well, well, well Miss. Granger. What do we have here?" He said, panting slightly, looking up at Hermione's flushed face.
Her response was to stuff the remaining cake down his pants.
Surprised at that sudden movement, he tried to roll on top of her. And being that type of person who'd love to prove herself, she rolled back on top. They had several minutes of rolling on the ground, their hair getting covered in more sticky, sweet, food substances. Finally, George pinned himself on top of her, and she stopped struggling to stare back at him defiantly.
Her gaze ultimately softened when she noticed how blue his eyes were. She could feel his cool breath on her cheek, and she parted her lips slightly. George had started to bend down, and Hermione closed her eyes, tensing for a moment before relaxing.
They edged closer to each other, their lips brushing each others, when a sudden eruption of noise sounded, and Ron, Harry, Fred, Percy, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley burst into the room, arms full of groceries. Hermione and George's eyes snapped open. They stopped their chatter and let their eyes bulge at the sight before them.
Looooooong silence.
After a few moments of staring, Fred's trademark wolf whistle broke the silence, and Ron started gagging, muttering something about his best friend and his brother. Percy's glasses had fell to the floor, which he had failed to realize. Harry grinned slightly, winking at Hermione who blushed. He later went to comfort Ron. Mrs. Weasley was the most shocked. Her movements were stiff, and she failed to realize that she dropped her groceries to the floor.
"G-George! Hermione!" She brought her hand up to her heart, her eyes growing larger by the moment. She lowered her eyes and looked around at the room slowly. "I'll…go get…my wand to clean…" She left briskly with Mr. Weasley, George and Hermione faintly hearing the words of 'Finally! George has found himself a nice girl. Especially one like Hermione,' among her excited chatter. George and Hermione exchanged amused glances and looked up once more at the frozen Percy.
George leaned down by Hermione's ear. "I don't think he'll be bothering us much." He smiled, he bent down, his lips meeting her's. And with that, the world disappeared for the two of them.
