Hermione turned in her sleep and slowly realized she was waking up.
"Hnn..no." she managed to bring out and buried her face in her pillow. She had no idea what time it was, nor was she interested. Her sleep was nice and she was tired. It didn't take long, however, before she felt the sun shisning on her.
"No," she mumbled and stretched in her bed. She didn't want to get up just yet. Her dream had been so nice. It had made her feel like she was floating. It had been the three of them in her dream, Ron and Harry and her. She saw flashes of the past, a Quidditch she already witnessed before, the Yule ball she went to with Viktor and her previous year at Hogwarts. Just the three of them, like always.
She opened her eyes and squinted at the light. That wasn't exactly true. In her dream the others had been there. Parvati and Lavender had been giggling at her, and Draco Malfoy had laughed at her. She couldn't exactly remember why.
No, she could. It was because of George. In her dreams she remembered all the times she had seen him at school and had barely noticed him. The Quidditch games were always about Harry, weren't they? She hardly ever paid attention to George. And the Yule ball, in her fourth year she only had eyes for Harry, Ron and Viktor. Not the twins, not George.
Figures, she thought. Even in her sleep George haunts her. She had been thinking, before she fell asleep. About him, obviously. After her talk with Fred she came to realize that he was right and that she did fancy George.
She giggled at the thought. She fancied George! She had a crush! Hermione Granger doesn't have a crush! She doesn't pay attention to boys!
Well, sure, Viktor was an exception.
But she had been thinking why George was so crazy about her. Had she changed at all? Her hair was just ass messy, she was just as skinny as before. She had grown, sure, and she wasn't a little girl anymore. But there were other girls, so much more prettier than she was. She always thought George would end up with Alicia, Angelina. Or even Katie. One of the Quidditch girls.
What did they have in common, anyway?
A lot, actually. She found that out in the past couple of days at the Burrow. And they had been through a lot, even though they never even noticed each other.
Hermione sat up straight in bed with a determined face. This was one of those things you couldn't explain. She just had to give up reason and accept the fact that sometimes you just feel the way you feel.
And then there was the thing with Bill. Or actually, there wasn't anything with Bill. Hermione made a face. She just had to accept it, she was a teenager. And Bill was very handsome and cute and nice. But he wasn't interested in her that way, and neither was she! She couldn't believe she had the thought of kissing him.
Ok, so actually she could. But it was impossible, anyway. And if she had done it.. Disaster. No, last night she decided that Bill was just a foolish thought (yes, even she had foolish thoughts, unfortunately). And George? For somer reason she thought that George was more than a foolish thought. Of course, George was an excellent kisser too, so that helped.
With a sigh she sank back in bed and stared at the window. The sun stood high already and a pleasant warm feeling came over her. It was a lovely day to go out and..
"OH!" Immediately, she sat straight up again and brought a hand to her head. "I forgot! I was supposed to be up this morning gathering herbs with.."
A soft tap disturbed her.
"George?"
She looked at the window again and discovered the source of the sound. It wasn't George. It was something else. A purple owl with yellow spots tapped against the glass, trying to get in. Hermione opened the window and stared at the owl. It hooted softly at her, the expression in his beautiful eyes seemed almost sad.
"Zeus!?" she exclaimed. It was George's owl, she knew, but it looked different than the other time she had seen it. A couple of days ago, it had been a normal owl. Now it looked more like a clown. She smiled, without noticing it.
"He actually listened to me." she said amused, thinking back of her comments about Zeus being to ordinary for a Weasley owl. George had looked at her with a misschievous glint in his eyes. The result of that conversation now stood in front of her. It appeared Zeus wasn't too happy with the change.
"You poor thing, I can't believe he did that to you," she said, but she couldn't hide her amusement as she stroked its feathers. Carefully, she took the letter from the owl, realizing it must be a note from George.
Good afternoon sunshine! I hope you had some pleasant dreams, it was impossible to wake you up earlier today!
Hermione stiffled a yawn and looked outside again. So it was noon already, lovely. Hermione hated being late.
Don't you think Zeus looks absolutely stunning? It was your idea, of course. I'm not really sure if he's used to his new colour, however.
He had drawn a smiley face after the last sentence, making Hermione laugh softly.
I just thought I'd send him up to your room and wait for you to wake up. Thought you might wanted to know that I already degnomed the garden with Harry this morning, since he seems to enjoy it so much. And I just finished the list with herbs mum left us to gather. So aside from a couple of chores we have to do before we go back to school (A sad smiley face between brackets filled up the space), our punishment is as good as done! Mum and dad never were good at thinking of good punishments! So you're lucky, you don't have to spend the rest of the day with me. I think I'll be playing some Quidditch with Fred, Ron, Ginny and Harry. We made you breakfast, since Mum didn't make us any this morning.
Forge
Slightly disappointed Hermione looked up from the letter. But when she saw Zeus picking his purple feathers she couldn't help but laugh. So George did all the chores already and their punishment was over! That was good news indeed. But it didn't exactly cheer her up. It was their punishment and he did all the work. They were supposed to do it together.
She had actually been looking forward to it.. And especially the end of the letter didn't make her feel better. You're lucky, you don't have to spend the rest of the day with me. It looked like she had finally convinced him that she didn't want him around. When she finally decided that she did.
"Hermione, you can be such a bitch." she told herself angrily and folded the letter. Then, she noticed that there was a small bit scribbled on the back of the letter. Curiously, she unfolded the piece of paper and read the small P.S.
If you still want some company, meet me at the paddock this afternoon. I'll promise, there will be no enchanted radio and I'll keep the shirt on.
For some reason Hermione could almost see the grin on his face as he wrote that last part. She turned around and made her bed, almost singing out loud. She was going to the paddock this afternoon, would ignore the stupid jokes George could make and apologize for how she had been acting.
"Yes!" she cheered and watched how Zeus flew out of her window again. The purple owl made the smile on her face even bigger.
This was probably the sixteenth time George wasn't paying attention. Ron didn't count, but Ginny did. He looked at his little sister who was flying near him and she nodded.
"Seventeenth time," she said, "I swear, if this was war he would've been killed thirty times already."
Ron raised a brow at that comment and looked at his older brother. George was already focusing on the game again and hadn't noticed his siblings were getting quite annoyed with him.
"George, why are you constantly looking at the Burrow? We're losing!!" Harry yelled angrily at him.
George turned slightly red but shrugged. "Relax Harry, I'll pay attention, we haven't lost yet!"
"Ah, yet is exactly the right word dearest brother!" Fred laughed as he snatched the Quaffle from him. "But it won't be long before this game is over."
Fred flew past Ginny and scored another point, to Ginny's annoyance. "Harry, I want to switch teams! George isn't doing his best!"
Harry sighed and looked at George who simply lifted his hands in an apologetic manner. He saw how Fred and Ron high fived in the air and grinned at him.
"Something distracting you, George?" Fred yelled at him.
"Or should we say someone?" Ron added with a huge grin, causing Ginny to giggle.
George felt his cheeks redden and increased his speed to catch up with his twin. "Funny, Ron, really funny!" he told his younger brother.
Ron shrugged, he didn't really care that George wasn't playing at his best, they were winning! He looked in the direction of the Burrow like George had been doing the last seventeen times and saw a tiny figure walking this way. He raised his hands and waved.
Hermione, from far away, waved back. She was carrying a basket which looked rather heavy, and once she came near where the others were playing, she dropped the basket with a sigh.
"Hi Ron!" she yelled and waved again. Ron grinned at Harry, who waved at Hermione as well. And just at that point George was able to score a point, because Ron wasn't paying attention. Ginny cheered as the game ended and flew towards Hermione.
"Take that, little one!" George laughed at Ron, who turned red.
"Little one? I'm taller than you are, you oaf!"
George shrugged and steered his broom down, "Whatever, little brother!"
When they all landed, Fred dropped his broom and stamped over to Hermione, looking quite upset. "Granger!"
"Hi Fred," Hermione laughed uncomfortable, when she saw the look on his face. Fred shook his head and glared at her.
"I thought you were a distraction to George, since when are you distracting members of MY team as well!"
"Well, you Weasleys just are irresistible, aren't you?" Hermione retorted almost angrily.
"You brought food?" Fred barked back.
"Yes!"
"Then you are forgiven, where is it?"
And with that, he walked past Hermione who shook her head. "You guys.."
"Excellent, Hermione," Ron said happily, "You really brought food!"
"Yeah," Hermione shrugged, "Since I slept in today and you made guys made me breakfast I owed you."
"Oh, we didn't make you breakfast," Ginny said as she grabbed an apple, "That was George, all by himself."
As the others laughed, Hermione looked at George who gave her a smile and pointed at his shirt. Hermione turned slightly red, but then laughed. The T-Shirt was on, yes.
"So who won?" Hermione asked in a weak attempt to
start a conversation with him. She sat down, George followed her example,
laughing. He he seemed to think for a second and shook his head. His hair was
messy and his forehead was covered with brown freckles. To her own shock,
Hermione thought it looked rather cute.
"I don't really know," George confessed, "I wasn't really paying attention."
"No, he wasn't," Ron said loudly, "He kept looking at
the Burrow, wondering when you would show up," he said and took a bite from his
sandwhich.
"Ron, don't!" Ginny giggled as she saw the look on Hermione's face.
"Thanks, Ron," George told his brother, giving him a knowing look. "Toss me a muffin, will you?"
Ron threw a muffin and turned around to talk to Harry. As George caught the muffin he looked from his siblings to Hermione and grinned.
"Don't you want to sit with .. them?" He asked carefully.
Hermione looked at Ron and Harry who seemed perfectly fine by themselves and remembered Georges letter.
"Not really," she said calmly, "I got this lovely letter from a purple owl, and I am sure it was an invitation signed by Forge, asking me to come here."
As she kept talking and George kept looking at her, she began to feel slightly uncomfortable. "So here I am." she said, trying to sound casual.
"Yeah," George said happily, "I'm glad you came, too, I was worried you were really cross with me."
To her surprise, she saw how George was plucking at the muffin. It was almost unbelievable, but it seemed as if George Weasley was nervous. Then, when Hermione glanced at the others and noticed how they were pretending not to listen, she stood up.
"Look, shall we go for a walk or something? I .." she looked from a curious George to a very interested Fred who nodded with a grin, "We need to talk."
"Walk, eh?" George laughed and got up as well. "Well sure Miss Granger, I'll give you a tour and then we can.."
"TALK" Ron said with a muffled laughter, as he got hit on the back of his head by Harry. Harry smiled at Hermione and waved her goodbye.
"You two go already,"
"Yeah!" Fred added, "Off ye go!"
To her surprise, George offered his hand to Hermione and to his surprise she took it, as they walked away from the Weasleys and the Potter and went for a 'walk', to talk.
I am so incredibly evil! I know, I know, I haven't updated since.. when? SEPTEMBER ! Or something like that, anyway! I wish I could say that I spend my time well and that I wrote 93858698593 new chapters for my stories. But I haven't. I could also say I was really busy with school (which would be the truth) but it's a lousy excuse anyway. I should have updated sooner!
This story got me stuck, anyway. And I hated this chapter and I know that its all too obvious and way too mushy for my liking but you know what? BLAH! I like Georgy and Hermy and I wish my fic was better but this will have to do :)
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