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"In LONDON?!"

For once, Bill didn't look calm or nice, he looked astonished.

"George, honestly, and even without Fred!" he said.

"Hey, he's .." Hermione bit her lip. Did she even want to defend George? Especially towards Bill? George glanced at her, but knew she wouldn't be much help.

"He's what Hermione?" Bill asked her, sounding a bit friendlier.

"I.." She shook her head and Bill sighed.

"Leave it Bill," George told him, still looking pale. "What do we do now?"

"Merlin," Bill muttered and turned around. To Hermiones surprise both Harry and Ron stood a few feet away, as if they had been waiting.

"Guys, here, now! We have to go." he called them, and turned to George and Hermione.

"Honestly you two, I hope this was worth it."

She turned bright red when he continued.

"And I really hope Mom and Dad will take this calmly." he said, and gave Hermione and George a little push.

"At least 15 muggles!" Arthur Weasley's voice roared through the living room.

Calm wasn't the right word for Arthur's reaction. In front of him sat George and Hermione, both facing the ground, and behind them a, surprisingly calm Bill. Molly Weasley took a deep breath.

"How could you do that George! London! During the day!"

"And half naked, too! As if the cauldron didn't draw enough attention!"

"Honestly, I'd never think that you.."

"It wasn't just him." Hermione interrupted them. Both of the Weasley parents looked at her, with disappointment and a certain hesitation. Slowly, Arthur nodded.

"You too, Hermione!" he said, a bit softer however. "You should've never left Diagon Alley! What got into you?"

Molly suppressed a loud sob. "I can't believe the two of you! Do you even realize the trouble your father will be in?"

"The Ministry will have to work overtime! As if we're not busy enough now that You Know Who has returned!"

Hermione felt miserable and continued to stare at the floor, with tears in her eyes.

George was still incredibly pale and his usual grin was nowhere to be seen. He noticed how Hermione was on the edge of crying and rested his hand on her knee.

She stiffened, but allowed him, while the two of them continued to listen to the rant.

"And you know there will be a punishment for this!" Arthur concluded.

Hermione's head rose to meet his eyes. Arthur noticed the tears. He swallowed.

"Will.. I .. We be expelled?"

"Of course no" George started in a weak attempt to comfort her, but his mother glared at him to silence him.

"Of course not Hermione" she said, not calling her 'dear' for once, but not yelling at her either, "Maybe the Ministry will go soft on you, considering your excellent results." She smiled faintly and turned to George.

"YOU, on the other hand," she said, "Do you realize how many strings we had to pull to get you back into Hogwarts! We had to beg to several people to take you and your brother back in!"

"And now," Arthur continued, "You've proven once again how immature you can be! I'm sorry George, Hermione, but if the Ministry won't punish you, we will!"

George cringed, and saw how Hermione buried her head in her hands. He felt the need to hug her, but knew she, and his parents, would not want him to. He sighed when both of his parents left the room, and looked up at Bill. Bill was gazing down at them with a look that contained both disappointment and amusement. He rested his big hand on Hermione's shoulder. Neither of the boys noticed how well aware she was of the one hand on her knee and the other on her shoulder. It only made her want to cry louder.

Bill looked at his brother. "Honestly, George," he sighed, and George was about to give him a 'don't even start about it' look, when Bill continued "Fred will be proud."

Both brothers grinned, until Hermione took a deep breath and whimpered on.

It was at that moment when Fred ran into the room, searching it quickly.

"They left?"

Bill and George nodded. Fred beamed at his twin and shook his free hand.

"Honestly dear brother, I wish I had been there. If only Ginny hadn't been ill, we'd.." he then noticed a crying Hermione and stopped shaking George's hand.

"Oi, Granger?" he said, but she just waved him off.

"Not now Fred," he heard her mutter.

"'Mione," George whispered, "It's okay. Nothing will happen to you. And if my parents decide to punish you, they'll go easy on you, you're Hermione after all!"

When she looked up at him, her face was wet from the tears and her cheeks were bright red and burning.

"It's not me I'm worried about," she sobbed, "It's you! Didn't you hear? If they find out, they might not let you back in school and it will be my entire fault!"

Fred kneeled down in front of her. "Your fault? How?" he asked, before George could warn him not to.

"Because it was me who left Diagon Alley in a hurry, so George had to come and look for me!" she nearly shouted.

Hermione felt a squeeze coming from Bill on her shoulder, saw how Georges thumb caressed her knee softly and Fred started patting her on her head awkwardly. She looked up to face a sympathizing Bill, who looked at her with friendly warm eyes.

Then Hermione turned to George, who gave her a meaningful look of apology and had never looked so sorry in his life. Then Fred, who was grinning at her, in an attempt to cheer her up. Three freckleheads. One stupid muggle born. She burst out in tears once again.

The only good thing about the entire incident was that Harry and Ron started talking to her again. When Hermione sat outside the next morning, because she couldn't bother Ginny while she was ill, she saw Harry and Ron approaching. She didn't move, just watched as they stopped in front of her and looked at each other awkwardly.

"I .." Ron started with a head that matched the colour of his hair.

"We are sorry, Hermione" Harry told her, and kneeled down. Ron sat down next to her and put his arm around her carefully. He knew that if she was still upset, she could hit him, hard.

But Hermione didn't hit him, nor did she ignore them. She sighed with a smile.

"I'm so glad you guys are talking to me again, I .. I never .."

"We were just being stupid prats, Hermione," Ron told her.

"We weren't jealous or angry at all, we just thought it would be.." Harry hesitated, "funny .. if we'd push you into the arms of the twins for a while.. They seemed so fond of you."

Hermione didn't even bother to respond to that and looked at Ron. "Are you sure you're not mad?" she asked softly.

"Positive," Ron assured her, "We heard everything from upstairs, too." he added.

Hermione closed her eyes, and turned redder. Harry stifled a laugh.

"Oh Hermione, that could have happened to anyone." he tried, but she looked at him.

"Sure, Harry. Everyone could have run away into a park, followed by a Weasley twin carrying a cauldron, then making a scene in the presence of a police officer. And of course, let's not forget, the minor detail of George removing his shirt!"

Hermione finished her sentence and realized how ridiculous it sounded. She smiled painfully.

"I.."

Ron beamed at her. "You're one of a kind, Hermione," he said. "Mom and Dad are just upset, because they've been so stressed out lately."

Harry nodded. "I'm sure Rons dad can fix this easily. I mean, how many people could've seen it?"

"Fifteen, at least."

"Oh."

"Wow," Ron grinned.

Hermione punched his arm playfully before sighing deeply, relieved.

"I'm glad I can talk to you guys again. It's been so dull lately."

"Not all the time, right?" Harry said, a mysterious smile on his face.

She frowned, "I don't know what you're saying."

"Oh come on!" Ron said, "I know you had some fun, with Fred and George, and Bill." he winked.

"Nothing happened with Bill!" she exclaimed. Both boys raised a brow.

"We never said it did.." Harry said carefully, then grinned.

"But admit it, you and George had a good time yesterday, right?"

Hermione sighed. These boys were a pain in the ass. Okay, so she did have fun yesterday, to a certain extend. There was the fact she was left with him, forced to spent time with him alone. But then they found out they had similar interests and they talked for a long time about Charms and school. But then there was the Malfoy incident and the moment where Hermione lost it. The chase through London, the scene in the park.

Mione and Forge.

A small smile played on her face. If everything hadn't been so damn complicated and if things hadn't gone out of hand, it would have been extremely funny. She nodded, reluctantly.

"All right, I admit it." she told her two best friends. "Your brother isn't a complete prat. He's actually quite nice."

A bad feeling crept over her, however, when she realized they were still in for trouble. After their first letter from the Ministry last night, she still hadn't heard anything else. Arthur and Molly Weasley were working on it, they told her this morning.

"Do you think.. George won't be allowed at school?"

Ron thought for a second, but then smiled at her. "I think the Ministry prefers the Weasley twins at Hogwarts than outside in the wizarding world."

Hermione looked at Harry just to be sure, but he looked a tad bit nervous. She sighed again.

"What about your parents?" she asked quietly.

"Oh, Hermione, you're you! They can't stay angry at you, you'll probably have to degnome the garden or something, just for their conscience."

That made Hermione feel slightly better, and when Harry and Ron left ("Quidditch with Fred, you sure you don't want to come?") a smile was stuck on her face. She wasn't alone for long, however.

When Harry and Ron walked back inside the house, they nodded at George.

"She's all right, now," Harry told him, "Thanks for telling us.. you know."

George nodded, and looked outside. "You think she'll want to see me now?"

Ron gave him a look. "If not now, than never." he said, still not believing his brothers thoughts about Hermione.

George ruffled his brother's hair with an evil grin before he stepped outside. Hermione had closed her eyes and was enjoying the morning sunshine. He liked her just the way she sat there. Her hair frizzled, her cheeks slightly red, she held her robes tightly to protect her from the cold wind, and she had a inexplicable look on her face. It made him want to hug her, again.

"Those eyes better not be teary when they open." he said softly.

She opened her eyes, but they looked happily at him. "I'm not crying, don't worry." she told him. George was a bit surprised to find out she seemed perfectly calm.

"So Forge," she said softly, and smiled at him, "how's … are you okay?"

He sat next to her and frowned. "Why wouldn't I be? I wasn't the one crying last night," he said, "My dearest Mione." he added with a grin.

She put on her serious face again. "I'm really worried about the punishment, George, what if.."

He shook his head and she stopped talking. "That's what I wanted to tell you. A letter arrived, this morning. You know how quick the Ministry is with these things."

Hermione nodded, and remembered how Harry always immediately received a message from the Ministry whenever he misused magic. She looked at George, eagerly awaiting the outcome.

"We're in luck," he started and Hermione sighed, "You and I will not be expelled, as long as Dad takes care of the muggles."

The starting smile of Hermione faded. "Oh, he has to do it all by himself? It's not even his job!"

"Not by himself, Bill is helping him, and so is Mom. This is where our punishment comes in. I had to swear to Dad we would do everything he asked from us. He has to work overtime, and won't have any time to do any of the chores Mom thought of during the year."

"Chores?" Hermione asked, fearing the worst. She gulped when George nodded and grabbed a long piece of parchment, with an even longer list of chores. Her eyes glanced over the list.

"Clean the house, including the attic," she moaned, "Degnome the garden, find herbs at the paddock, clean the shed?!?"

She glanced over to the house and the shed, filled with enchanted – and most likely illegal – muggle things.

"Is that even safe?" she asked George. He laughed.

"I doubt that they worry about our safety at this moment." he told her and was surprised to see Hermione stand up and rub her hands.

"Well then," she extended one hand and offered it to George, "What do you want to do first?"

George took her hand in his, and stood up, not letting go.

Easy now, George. Just, casually hold that hand. Don't squeeze, don't panic, make joke! Joke!

He couldn't think of a joke, instead he just smiled. "I say we go to the shed."

"Oh wonderful, George, just wonderful!" she replied.

He rolled his eyes with a broad smile and pulled her with him. He felt her slowing down and tugging at his hand, so he stopped.

"What?"

"I'm just glad you won't be in trouble now." she said.

"Let's go."

"Honestly! Even Neville Longbottoms trunk is tidier than this!" Hermione exclaimed.

George gave her a look. "You mean that clumsy kid in your year?"

"He's not clumsy," Hermione said with a frown, "He's just.. unlucky." And with that she turned back to the mess. The shed didn't seem large from the outside, but Hermione should have known that the inside was enchanted, and was several times bigger. The Ford Anglia Ron and Harry used in their second year, had stood here for a long time. All Hermione saw now were random muggle objects.

"Is this a Weasley trait?" she asked George, referring to the mess in there.

"No, this is the only place Mom doesn't come." George replied with an amused look on his face.

"To be honest, I don't think any of us has been here before. Charlie or Bill maybe."

George walked to the table where a radio, a flashlight and a large amount of batteries lied.

"Wow, cool!" he said excitedly and pushed one of the buttons on the radio. It did nothing.

"Oh no.." Hermione said and pulled him away from the table. "Your father messed with those things and I'm not sure if I trust them anymore."

He laughed. "Fair enough, but what are they?"

Hermione looked at the table. She picked up the flashlight.

"This is a flashlight. We.." she coughed, "Muggles use it in the dark, to find our way, or to search for something."

"Like we use our wands?"

She nodded. "Ten points to Gryffindor Mr. Weasley," she grinned.

"'Mione, no school, not now!" he said shaking his head. "Although.. I was never interested in muggle studies, but this stuff.."

He picked the radio up again and studied it.

"What's this? What does it do?"

"You sound like an eight year old."

"I know, but tell me!"

"George, I'd love to tell you, if you would just put it down, you might.. start something." she told him nervously.

"Oh come on 'Mione, where's your sense of adventure?"

Glare.

"Oh.. all right." he said reluctantly and put the radio back. "Just one button!"

And he pushed the wrong one. Loud screams (or was it music?) suddenly tormented their ears. Hermione cringed, George dropped the radio on the table.

"Every little thing she does is magic!!"
 
"George, shut it off!!!" Hermione roared above the music, covering her ears.
 
"Everything she do just turns me on!!"
 
George simply looked at the device in awe. "Listen!!" he yelled.
 
Hermione nodded. "I'M NOT DEAF!" 
 
"What?!" George frowned at her.
 
"I'M NOT DEAF!" she shouted. "YET!" 
 
George suddenly laughed, really loud. 
 
"Even though my life before was tragic!!!!"
 
"This is hilarious!" George yelled through laughter. Hermione took the radio and pushed the 'off' button. Nothing happened. Suddenly, George took the radio in his hands as well.
 
"Now I know my love for her goes on!!!"
 
"No!" he told her, "I like it!"
 
They started pulling at both ends of the radio, Hermione glaring at him, George laughing nearly as loud as the music.
 
"Let GO!" she yelled, and he did. She fell back against the wall and groaned.
 
"You.. dumbass." she muttered and searched for her wand.
 
"Every little thing she does is magic!!"
 
"SHUT UP!" she yelled, and then, with a wave of her wand: "Silencio!"
 
Silence returned in the shed, and both George and Hermione stared at each other. Hermione grinned at him, as she tried to get up. Only then, George noticed he was responsible for her being on the ground.
 
"Oh hell," he said and walked up to her, grabbing her hand. "Up you go, sorry about that." he said with a stifled laugh.
 
Hermione punched him playfully. "There, silence. I prefer silence." she nodded happily.
 
"Oh really?" George asked.
 
"Really." 
 
"Then I don't understand how you can be around me, since I'm one of the loudest Weasley's,"
 
"Or wizards," Hermione helped him.
 
"Around, thank you very much."
 
"George, you're like a freckle. You can't get rid of it, you just have to get used to it."
 
He laughed and move his face closer. "Are you comparing me to a freckle?" he said, quirking a brow.
 
"Well, you are a frecklehead," she replied with a playful smile, noticing how she was still holding his hands.
 
Why am I doing this? Let go, 'Mione, let go. Wait. Do I want to let go? Why am I talking about his freckles?
 
She blinked, and looked in his cheerful eyes.
 
"Well miss Muggle born," he whispered, "Are you used to me yet?"
 
And suddenly, when she looked at the frecklehead in front of her, with a small grin on his face and a strong hand in hers, she had that same little thought again.

He is so close I can easily kiss him.

So for once, screwing all logics, she did was that little voice told her. She tugged at his hand, and George leaned in, about to say: "What the.." when her lips cut him off.

Kissing him was that easy.

Oh sure, I know. This is like the 124092339th fic ending with that stupid line. Always leaving you guys with the "NOW WHAT????" question. Well, now A LOT! Haha, this is faaar from the end, and I felt like ending this chapter here, because else the magic of the moment is gone. Haha, the next chapter should be up in a few days, and I want 70 reviews by then people! Ok, so I will put the damned chapter up anyway, but I'd LOVE to have 70 reviews AT LEAST! *wink wink nudge nudge*

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Catgril52 – So maybe Fred and George were dating in Hogwarts, I wasn't really aware of that *shrugs* Anyway, in THIS fic they're not, because I'm have that kind of power :)  I like Ron too, but, it's George. Haha. GEORGE.

princess310889 – I liked the picture of Half Naked George (HNG!!!) in my mind as well.. I personally loved that part too, hehe. Thanks so much for your review!

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