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WHY WOULD I DO THAT?!

She crawled back, much to Bills surprise, and stared at him with big eyes. She just thought about kissing Bill, and only seconds later, that same thought made her feel ill.

"Are you okay, Hermione?" he asked, with the same gentle voice he always used.

"Yes!" Hermione assured him, and quickly forced herself to smile.

Bill grinned. "Good, because they certainly don't hate you, you know." He gave her a meaningful look.

For a second, Hermione wanted to jump off the bed and run to the door. She wanted to get out of the room as fast as possible. She was about to, her hands had already grabbed the letters from George behind her. But then she froze.

"Are you.. saying what I think you are saying?" she asked him.

He quirked a brow. "I certainly hope you are as smart as they say you are, so that you are thinking what I'm saying."

Both of them blinked at this comment.

"Eh."

"Let me try that again," Bill laughed, "I'm saying that the twins are bothering you for a reason."

Another funny feeling came over Hermione.

"Oh Merlin, no." she groaned. Bill laughed even louder.

"Well, I'm not sure about Fred, but I know that George has never spent an entire afternoon waiting in front of Ginny's room because someone" he winked at Hermione who blushed furiously, "locked herself inside."

Hermione stared at a pillow. "Honestly, you're not joking here?"

"Why would I be joking about this?" Bill said, sounding genuine.

"So.. George.. likes me?"

"Bingo."  The grin on Bills face couldn't  be any wider. Hermione, however, didn't find any of this as funny as he did. George Weasley liked her? Why did he insist on annoying her? Why did he deliberately set her up to a mean joke?

"That's impossible."  she concluded.

"No it's not." Bill retorted, sounding like an 8 year old, "It makes perfect sense."

Hermione looked skeptical. "Did he tell you he liked me?" she asked him.

"No, but I know these things. I'm his older brother, remember?"

"Well, you're also a guy, and what do guys know." she scoffed.

"Well Ms Granger, to be honest, you're quite clueless yourself." he said, not sounding angry at all.

Hermione hesitated for a moment.

"Ugh. What am I supposed to do with this? Why does he like me?" she looked at Bill as if expecting an answer.

"You are asking me?" he asked her. Hermione nodded hopefully.

"Well, come on!" he smiled, "You are obviously an attractive girl. And the boys are daft, but not blind!"

"You.. think I'm pretty?" she asked. Her voice sounded hopefully, or maybe it was surprised. Bill didn't notice, and nodded.

"You are." he stated. "And Fred and George are boys. Boys like pretty girls, and see here, we have one, in our own house!"

Hermione couldn't believe she was having this conversation. And the fact Bill, and the twins thought she was pretty. She sighed, closed her eyes, then opened them again and looked at Bill.

"So, what if, supposedly George, or Fred, likes me." She said slowly, barely believing her own words. "Why are they treating me like they treat Harry? Or Ron, for that matter! They are just as childish, immature and annoying around me as they are around anyone else!"

Hermione's voice raised in anger, until she noticed she was almost yelling at Bill and shut her mouth. She shrugged and bit her lip when Bill gave her a funny – but ever so sexy – look.

"Well, you know what I mean," she squeaked.

"Hermione, think about it. Have you ever seen Fred or George with a girlfriend?"

Hermione thought. Neither of the twins had been romantically involved since she met them. Hogwarts was one huge gossip center, she'd know if anyone was dating anyone. Sure, they took girls with them to the Yule ball, but aside from that?

"No." she answered meekly.

"It's because they are nutters. They are friends with everyone but when it comes to girls, romantically involved, they have no clue."

Hermione nodded slowly, wondering why Bill knew so much about this.

"So, they act just as stupid around girls as normally, or even worse, in your case." he grinned at her.

"But.. but.." Hermione, who was now convinced of the possibility one of the twins liked her, started to panic. "I don't like them! I mean, I like them, of course, but.. not like that!"

Hermiones brains worked overtime. How on earth did all of this happen? Did the twins really liked her, and thus annoyed her so much?

Bill nodded approvingly at a now aware Hermione.

"Well, my job here is done." he said. Hermione's head jerked up.

"No it's not!"

He stared at her. "Hermione, you now know why they bother you so much, it's up to you to do something with it."  He chuckled at his own advice.

Hermione stood up and saw George's notes. George, all this trouble, because of me? She slapped her forehead.

"This is so not fair!"

"Poor Hermione," he chuckled, "Two Weasley brothers who like her."

She glared at him. "How am I supposed to tell them any of this?"

Bill shrugged. "Hey, I'm just passing through the message. You'll find a way."

Sighing, she kicked one of Ginny's old stuffed animals. "Much help you are," she muttered.

"I'm hurt."

"You should be."

Bill sighed. "I think it's time we gave Ginny her room back," he said and turned around. He opened the door and looked at Hermione again.

"Just don't do anything.. foolish, okay? Mum would kill me if she found out I was the one who gave you the wrong advice.."

She smiled bitterly. "Thanks, I suppose."

Bill grinned. "And Hermione, you are much prettier when you smile."

She forced a smile on her face and followed the tall Weasley. "I know, I know."

Her reply didn't sound very convincing.

Several days later, Hermione still wasn't able to smile. Harry and Ron continued ignoring her. When she confronted them about this, Ron had merely laughed at her.

Even Harry, of all people, told her she was better off without them. They were busy preparing for next years' Quidditch season.

"And besides," Ron had sneered, "You get along with Bill quite well, go and have fun with him."

Hermione could've hexed them. She was this close to actually drawing her wand, but when she saw Fred and George approaching, she simply stamped her foot and took off. She never saw how Ron and Harry looked at each other and sighed. She never heard Harry asking: "How long are we going to keep this up?" and never heard the answer Ron gave: "As long as it takes for her to figure out. Damn her."

Breakfast wasn't the same after that. Harry and Ron kept to themselves, avoiding Hermione's pleading looks, which turned into glares later on. While she was trying to change Ron and Harry's minds, she was also avoiding Fred and George, who continued to pester her. Bill merely observed her from a distance, and from time to time he would wink at her, or laugh at her. And even though he meant well, Hermione hated him for it. Because it made her shiver from top to toe and she couldn't find her words.

Molly Weasley got tired of yelling at her sons for everything and found a more effective way. Punishing them, muggle style. Sure, Hermione admitted she kind of gave her the advice, but the actual punishment was all Molly's idea. Whenever Fred and George managed to upset her, she would take away their wands and force them to do all kinds of chores. It was about the only thing that cheered Hermione up.

When she woke up the next morning, she noticed how early it was. After a few seconds, she carefully opened her eyes and sighed with relief when there was no signs of the twins. Carefully she stepped out of her bed, and left Ginny's room. When she reached the stairs, she heard noise coming from the kitchen.

 "Granger!" Fred greeted her once she got downstairs.

"Fred." Hermione groaned. "Goodmorning."

"I'm fine, thanks. Yup, it's a lovely morning indeed. So nice of you to ask."  Fred retorted, adding a meaningful look to that comment. Hermione yawned before nodding her head.

"Yeah, okay, I suppose I can try to act awake. But honestly, I'm feeling cranky, so you've been warned." she confessed and noticed a huge yellow object in Freds hand.

"What's that?"

Fred looked down at what he was holding and a smile appeared.

"Sponge!" he said, as if it was the most brilliant thing in the world. He squeezed it, and drops of water fell from it on the floor. Then he nodded over at the kitchen sink.

"Punishment." he confessed.

Hermione grinned. "Your mum is forcing you to do the dishes? At this hour of the day?" she asked.

He nodded and walked back to the sink, expecting Hermione to follow him. She did, and looked over his shoulder with curiosity. She knew better than to pay attention to the twins, but leaving now would make it too obvious. Besides, how bad could Fred be on his own?

"I've never seen a wizard doing dishes." she said.

"That's because they don't. Unless you have a mother named Molly Weasley."

She laughed. "So what's stopping you from using magic? I don't see your mother around."

It was true, Molly was nowhere in sight. But why she was even talking about escaping the punishment she gave him, Hermione didn't know.

"Mother knows, Granger, Mother knows." he gave her a warning look and continued doing his dishes.

Fred was humming to himself as he did the dishes, which amused Hermione. But after a few minutes of observation, she realized he was incredibly slow, and most importantly, very clumsy. Now, any other person would have walked away and let him do it on his own. But Hermione, used to a clumsy Ron and a slow Harry, got itchy fingers. She saw how Fred carefully scrubbed every fork, as if they were the most precious thing in the world. And as she continued to watch him, she sighed with annoyance, until Fred looked up at her with a frown and asked:

"WHAAAT?"

Hermione shook her head. There was only one thing she could do, and that was not leaving him to it, it was helping him. So she grabbed a towel and threw it at him, took the sponge from him and started cleaning the forks and knives like a madman. At first, Fred had looked at her with confusion, but when she glared at him and told him to "DRY OFF" he obeyed and could barely keep up with Hermione's speed.

Hermione heard him humming after a minute or so. She was she wasn't as annoyed by him as she was by George. Somehow, Fred wasn't all over her, like George could be. So maybe Bill had been right. Maybe it was George who liked her, a bit more than was good for both of them. She sighed.

"Where is George, anyway?" she asked him. Fred stopped humming, and smiled a teeth revealing smile.

"You miss him already?"

Hermione handed him a glass, and glared at him.

"No I don't miss him," she answered as she took one of the last plates, "I was just wondering, because you two are always together." She paused and then added, just to make sure: "Besides, I'm glad he's not around this time."

"Oh, why's that?" the reply didn't sound very interested.

"You Weasley's are getting on my nerves. Ron, George, Bill, you."

"Hang on a sec, Bill?"

Hermione flustered and focused on the plate in her hands.

"Granger, did you say Bill?" Fred asked and waved his towel in front of her eyes.

"Fred, I can't see!" she said angrily, and then looked at him. "I said Bill ,yes."

Fred laughed at her expression. "Never though I'd see the day Bill got on someone's nerves!" He kept on laughing, even when Hermione pushed a plate in his hands, forcefully.

"What did he do?" he asked eagerly.

Hermione hesitated. "A BBT?"

That was enough for Fred, who turned to the dishes with a huge smile. After a few minutes of silence, he turned back to her.

"But why do I get on your nerves then?"

"I liked you better when you were humming." Hermione said, but she smiled a little.

"You, Fred Weasley, are just as bad as your brother."

"I do believe, Granger, you were the one who pushed me down the stairs."

"I did not push you down the stairs; you decided it was funny to scare the living daylights out of me."

"It was!" Fred laughed. "You should have seen your face Granger. You almost fainted in George's arms by the time I hit the floor!" Fred had stopped drying off to control his laughter. Hermione paused and looked at him.

"How can you find things like that so funny?" she asked him. Fred couldn't answer, he was too busy laughing. Hermione felt a smile playing on her lips and it didn't take long before it turned into a chuckle.

"Fred, stop. You're making a fool out of yourself." she said, and Fred grinned at her.

"That's a first!"

Hermione looked at him for a few more seconds until she started laughing as well. It wasn't as loud as Fred's laughter, more like a giggle that went wrong, but at least her face displayed a genuine smile.

"Ah I see you managed to cheer Hermione up!"

Molly Weasley, followed by George who held a bucket of water. He yawned, until he saw Hermione and Fred.

"'Morning, guys." He greeted and placed the bucket on the table.

Hermione had left the dishes to Fred, because it was his punishment, after all. During breakfast, she actually talked to him, for the first time in days, and with him, George as well. She had forgotten her anger towards the two, since they hadn't pulled any stunt lately. But every time Hermione saw Bill she was reminded to his BBT and the fact there was a possibility one of the twins liked her. Suddenly, she wasn't that hungry anymore.

"I cannot believe Mrs. Weasley did this!" Hermione hissed. She stepped onto the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley and looked behind her. Ron and Harry looked at her briefly, then mumbled something about Quidditch Supplies.

If Hermione could growl, she would have. Not only did Ron and Harry upset her still, she was also in a most uncomfortable situation. As if things weren't bad at the Burrow, she was now stick with two grinning Freckleheads. Bill Weasley and George Weasley watched with surprised faces how Ron and Harry took off and then simultaneously grinned at Hermione. She didn't know what was worse, two twins laughing at her with the exact same grin, or one of them and his older handsome sexy brother, doing exactly the same.

HE IS NOT SEXY 'MIONE.

Her mind had been telling herself this for the last couple of days. Truth was, Bill was. He had something that appealed to almost every girl. Hermione noticed even now, on the streets how witches of every ages turned around to look at Bill. Some started to blush or giggle, some frowned disapprovingly at his earring and others just glanced and continued to walk. Bill was just standing there, discussing something with George, as Hermione held up a list of supplies.

"Why don't you, Bill, George, Ron and Harry go to Diagon Alley to buy your school supplies. Me and Mr. Weasley have an urgent appointment, and since Ginny is ill, I want Fred to watch her."

That one dreaded sentence made all of this possible. Hermione couldn't oblige, how could she? She adored Mrs. Weasley, and the five of them shopping was a logical thing to decide. But Mrs. Weasley didn't know Ron and Harry ignored her and that Hermione, ever since her talk with Bill, was very uncomfortable around both Bill and George.

"Right then." Bill spoke, after a long uncomfortable silence.

"I'm off to Gringotts, I'll see you young ones in a few hours."

Hermione's jaw dropped, and as Bill walked passed her, she grabbed his big arm.

"What do you think you're doing," she hissed through clenched teeth, eying a very innocent looking George.

Bill leaned over to her. "I am.. going.. to .. the bank." he said, and chuckled. His warm breath near her ear made her shiver.

"And leave me with him?" she forced herself to ask.

Bill looked up at his brother and grinned. "Hermione, it's George, you've known him for 5 years. He won't bite."

He shook himself loose and ignored her pleading look. "Besides, you two can catch up." he said before walking towards the Wizarding Bank, whistling a happy tune.

Hermione could shoot him.

She felt someone grabbing her hand and sighed as George pulled her with him.

"Come on, 'Mione." he said. "We'll get our books and I'll buy you an icecream, okay?"

"I am not a baby, George." she said, although the sound of ice cream did sound appealing.

George looked at her and grinned. "No you sure aren't." he said and pulled a heavily blushing Hermione with him in the bookstore. 

But, unlike she thought, George wasn't all over her in the book store. In fact, she caught him reading a book when she went looking for him.

"George?" she said surprised. He looked up and put his finger on his lips. His lips formed a smile and he closed the book.

"I think I'll take this one." he said happily. Hermione stared at the book. It was a charms book, a very old one.

"I didn't know you were interested in charms?"

"Are you kidding? It's one of the most useful things they teach at Hogwarts. And it also helps in developing items for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."

Hermione smiled weakly. "I should've known."

He grinned and hugged his book. "You should have. But still, aside from that, charms is one of the best subjects." he admitted.

She beamed at him. "Isn't it? I know it's silly, but personally, Charms is my favourite subject. I mean, you've got Harry who's really great at Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Ron's .. really good with.. Flubberworms, and other creatures. But me, I really prefer Charms."

George grinned at her, Hermione could go on and on about school subjects, he knew. It was cute the way she had that dreamy stare in her eyes when she talked about magic.

"I know," he interrupted her, "plus I think Professor Flitwick is hot."

"Yeah!" she yelled, and then realized what he said. "What?"

George laughed and smacked the back of her head with the book, softly. She grinned and followed, as George placed the book with the rest of the pile. Half an hour later, they left Flourish and Blotts. Hermione looked to her left and sighed when she saw Harry and Ron, still drooling at the Quidditch store. Shaking her head, she turned to George. She was stuck with him, she realized.

"So, where to?" she asked him.

George put on a frown and seemed to be in deep thought.

"I suggest.." he paused, his eyes glancing over at Ron and Harry, Hermione's disappointed face and the ice cream store right across the street.

He smiled. "Ice cream."

For once, Hermione totally agreed. She didn't even shake off George's arm and started babbling on about Charms again. George simply nodded, and from a few windows away, Harry and Ron grinned at each other.

Ok, so this chapter was dull! But you've got to have dull chapters to build up the excitement. YES YES YES I am aware you guys want a Hermione/George pairing, and that was the main idea for this fic. But Bill's so adorable :( Mind you, in my head, all the characters from HP (except Harry himself) are dead sexy. Harry stays an innocent little boy, but the rest of them.. *drools*. In my head..

ANYWAY! This will be a H/G, so back off.. *sobs* But, I was just randomly wondering, how does George differ from Fred? Who's calmer, who's more sane. What makes George a better guy for Hermione than Fred? HUH?! HUH?!

 

I wanted to say a lot more uninteresting things, but lets forget about that and thank all the people who have reviewed earlier chapters!

DazedPanda -  hehe, everyone's so keen on this love triangle thingy. What to doo? Thank you for your review!

Xtreme Nuisance – lol, OKAY!

LuNa161 – I had the same problem with chapter 4. It didn't exist, but I just uploaded it! Luckily, it works again. ^_^ I'm really happy you like it. I agree, Hermione/George is right, for some reason!

pickled-cow – Yes, Bill is cute (because I said and wrote he is)!! Haha, I know, I know, G/H is great, but I just felt like .. including Bill for some sick twisted reason :D

Spaced Out Space Cadet – Yes yes, I knooow! George / Hermy foreverrr.. (*drools at the thought of Draco for some reason*) I DID do well on my test, thanks for wishing me good luck! AND for reviewing!

princess310889 - *pouts* I can't stand puppy dog eyes. HERE'S THE DAMNED CHAPTER!! :P

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FredandGeorge4eva - I was confused as well. I DON'T KNOW! She likes them all, damn her! Hermione likes them all! Ok, so eventually this will be G/H.. but I like confusing her, you and me. Hehe.

Aindel S. Druida – No, that chapter HAD to end that way. I had to take revenge on all those writers who wrote brilliant fics and then… ended their last chapter with a horrible CLIFFY! Cliffhangers, the worst invention ever *shakes head sadly* I KNOW YOU GUYS DON'T WANT BILL! It will be George, I think… ;)  You really think he's more sane? O.O Thanks for reviewing!