Disclaimer: These characters are owned by J.K. Rowling. I'm going to steal them for awhile though. I really just want Fred and George; but I had to steal others as well. I'll return them all back to her after I am done (except for maybe George and Fred), after all she needs them for book six.

A/N Hello everyone,

I just wanted to say that I know some of this story, may be confusing. I really don't want to put people's names in front of who's saying what. I think that if you read carefully, you'll be able to figure it out. I will say that most of the first person narrative is George. Please re-read chapters one and two. I have changed a few things.

Also thank you everyone for your reviews. They mean a lot.

Timid One

Chapter 3

Big Fall

Welcome back everyone.

Please find your seats and then we will begin.

Everyone comfortable? Good.

I've been thinking, and I think it might be a good idea to answer a few questions now, so no one is confused.

(A/N If you want your own question answered about this story, please submit them, along with the name you would like to be called; and you may see your submission in this story.)

Hands went up around the room.

Snape?

My question is for Malfoy.

No Snape I am not in to men.

Shit.

Let me make something perfectly clear. When I said questions I meant about the plan and only the plan.

Lupin?

Was it worth it George?

In some ways Remus it was. There were some fall backs too. The fall backs are why we are here.

Okay I will take one more question.

Lavender?

George I am going to ask you the question that everyone in this room wants the answer to.

Why didn't you let us help? Every one of us in this room; have wanted to get back at Miss Know-it-all.

Nods were seen throughout the room.

I just felt that the less who knew the better.

So why tell us now?

You will know soon enough.

So the next few weeks, we just continued to misplace her stuff. Nothing big; but we were setting her up for a big fall.

Hermione had been sitting up late one night, making hats for the House Elves. Stupid Twit. She was going to ruin our nightly vigil to the kitchens if she didn't stop soon.

It was the night of keeper tryouts. Ron had just made the team. Afterward we all went back to the common room to celebrate.

Hermione soon passed out in to a chair.

I noticed Harry go over and wake her. They began talking about something intently. After they were done Hermione went to make her way to her room. This was it, the perfect opportunity.

I made sure that there was no one else in the common room, except for Fred. Then I made my move.

Before she reached the stairway, I called out her name. When she turned around I gave her my biggest smile. (Ahh what this author wouldn't give for a smile from George.)

I told her I needed to talk to her, and asked if we could go up to her room.

George waved his hand.

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Hermione and George were standing at the bottom the stairs that led to the girl's dormitories.

"I don't think so George," she said. "You know the girls rooms are off limits."

"Please Mione," he whined. "This is very important."

George had put enough desperation into his voice that she finally relented.

"Ok; but be quiet. Lavender and Parvati are probably sleeping by now."

George figured they were too; but he knew it wasn't in Miones room. He saw them sneaking in to the boys dorms several hours ago.

Sure enough, when the entered the room it was completely empty.

"Hmm, I wonder where they are," she said. "Well George, what did you need to talk to me about?"

"Mione," he began. "I have known you for five years now. Every year you become more beautiful. I think you're old enough to know now."

"Know what?" she asked confused.

"I've wanted you for years now. I need you. Can I kiss you Mione?"

"WHAT?!"

"Can I kiss you, please?"

Without waiting for an answer, he just leaned in and placed his lips on top of hers. He ran his tongue along her lips until she opened them. He then thrust his tongue inside of her mouth. She moaned against his mouth returning his kiss with abandon.

His arms were wrapped around her waist. He lifted her up and laid her on her bed. He lay on top of her, never breaking the kiss. He let his hands glide up the side of her body, until they were on either side of her breasts. She gasped; but arched up towards him. He took his lips from hers and placed them on her neck. He let one of his hands move over her breast, kneading it softly. She was moaning loudly by now. He could feel himself getting hard, and knew he would have to stop soon, or ruin the whole plan.

Mentally kicking himself for going too far, he rolled off of her. Both were breathing hard.

George was the first to speak. "I'm sorry Mione. I swear all I wanted was a kiss. I took things too far."

"No, George," she whispered. "I would have stopped you if I didn't want it too. Will you stay for a few more minutes?"

"Sure Darling."

He stayed with her until she was at that place, between dreams and consciousness. He kissed her on the forehead and then whispered in her ear, "Great dream wasn't it?" That should have planted the first seed of doubt.

Back in their room, Fred was waiting impatiently for him to return.

"So, did you do it?" Fred asked.

"It's done," George sighed.

"Hey you're not starting to feel guilty about this are you?"

"No Fred not at all. Now go to sleep."

They both climbed into bed and instantly fell asleep.

George's dreams were plagued by Hermione and her soft moans.

Before anyone could comment, George waved his hand and the scene changed.

They were sitting at their table eating lunch, when Hermione came over.

"George can I talk to you for a moment about last night?"

"Last night?"

"Yeh, you know, when you wanted to talk to me?"

George looked at her with a question in his eyes.

"Hermione? I didn't talk to you at all last night."

"Yes you did, we went up to my room."

"He cut her off holding up his hands. "Whoa, Mione. Stop right there. I didn't go anywhere with you."

"He's right," Fred said. "You left by yourself, in a daze. It looked like you were sleepwalking to be honest."

"No, no," she said in her mind. "I know we went up there." But the damage was done she had already begun to doubt herself.

"Are you okay Hermione?" George asked.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, sorry George. Don't worry about it. I don't know what I was talking about."

George let the scene fade.

There was a murmuring going through the group. George just stood there silent, afraid of their reactions.

All of a sudden applause broke out.

Parvati spoke to no one in particular. "I can't believe she fell for that."

"Oh I can Pav. She may be book smart, but she is dense when it comes to life situations. I don't know why she thought anyone would want her."

Parvati leaned over and in a mock whisper said,

Jealous much?

George was cringing. This wasn't what he was expecting. He knew that Hermione wasn't the most popular girl; but he didn't realize that she was this disliked. What the hell was going on here? Even Harry and Ron, her supposed best friends were cheering on his efforts. I'm going to have a talk with them.

Okay everyone, we need to break here for the night, I have an appointment that can't be missed.

Harry, Ron? Can I talk to you two for a second?

Sure George, what's up?

Well Harry I was just wondering why you and Ron are not trying to kill me yet.

RON: Look George it's not like we are happy with what we are hearing,

HARRY: Yeah it's just that, you obviously need help with something; so we are reserving judgment till the end.

RON: But be forewarned, brother of mine, if this doesn't end in a happily ever after, you are toast. Understand?

Yeah guys I get it. I promise soon I reveal everything.

He walked away.

Harry to Ron after George left.

Do you think he has any idea?

No Harry I don't; and that's what makes this so great.

I know, I am so proud of her.

Me too, she learned from the best though. Hey are you and Ginny going out tonight?

No, thought I would go by and see Remus. He hasn't been the same since Voldemort killed Peter. It was like he wanted him to repent. I don't think he likes being a marauder anymore, seeing as he is the last.

Well good luck mate. I have a hot date myself. HEY!!!!! PAV, wait up.

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I told you George, I will not help you. You made this mess; you get yourself out of it.

Please mom. I am begging you.

NO. I have always dug you and Fred out of every hole you put yourselves in. There is nothing I can do now.

Thanks mom, you've been a reallllllll help.

George Weasley, don't you ever use that tone with me again. Now go home and clean up your own mess.

George walked away muttering about women.

Molly's cell phone rang. You have to love these muggle inventions, she thought.

Hello? Yes, it's done. Oh no dear I completely agree with you. No, no I am not mad at you at all. Yes, of course. Keep me updated. Love you too. Bye-bye now.

Watch out George, you are not going to know what hit you.