Disclaimer-J.K. Rowlings owns everything in this fic. I only own the plot.
Forever With You
Chapter 3-Falling
Late that night, when everyone else in the house was sleeping, George snuck up to Hermione's room. He knocked gently on the door and then walked into the room.
Hermione was sleeping, but a candle was still lit and she had a book laying open on her stomach. George sat and watched her sleep for a few moments, and was debating whether or not he still wanted to wake her up, He decide to wake her up, so he shook her shoulder gently and whispered, "Hermione, Hermione. Wake up."
Hermione slowly opened her eyes but when she saw whom it was that had woken her, she quickly sat up and said, "George, what is it? Is something wrong? Did something happen to Ron or Harry?" with a worried look on her face.
"Don't worry, Hermione. Nothing is wrong. I just wanted to show you something. Come on," George whispered. He grabbed her hand and pulled her so that she would stand up.
"I don't know, George. If your mum found out..." Hermione said.
"Shhh, Hermione. Just trust me, okay?" He said and gave her an innocent smile.
"Well..." Hermione said debating on whether or not she should trust George. "I'm still in my pajamas."
"That doesn't matter." George said. "Come on, please?"
"Well, okay. I guess I'll go with you." Hermione said.
"Good," George said. "Now come on."
"Where are we going?" Hermione asked.
"It's a surprise," George replied playfully, then he grabbed her hand again and led her down the stairs and out the front door.
"George," Hermione asked, "Are we going very far?"
"See those trees over there?" George asked.
"Yes," Hermione replied.
"Well, that's where we are going," George said.
They walked silently until they reached the trees. He lead her down a little path, which eventually led to a small clearing. The small clearing was hid behind tall trees and flowers grew randomly on the ground. He let go of her hand and walked over to where a large rock was. He pulled a backpack and a sleeping bag out from behind the rock. "Well, we're here. What do you think?"
"It's beautiful," Hermione said and looked around.
"I was hoping you'd like it here. I always come here when I have something important to think about or when I can't sleep,' George said.
"I love it, George. Look, you can see the stars. They look so beautiful from this spot!" Hermione said.
"I know. It's a great spot," George said. 'We used to play here when we were kids. I think everyone else has forgotten about it. The last time we played here was the year before Fred and I went to Hogwarts."
"I'm glad you showed it to me," Hermione said. "But, why did you bring me here?"
"Actually, I'm not really sure." George said. "I guess I just wanted to share it with someone special."
"I'm special to you?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, it seems you are very special to me. I just realized that today," George said. He laid the sleeping bag down and unrolled it. He sat down on it and Hermione sat down next to him. He put his arm around her and pulled her body close to his so that her head rested on his shoulder. They sat quietly looking up at the stars for a few minutes. Then George got up and walked over to a clump of beautiful purple flowers and picked one. He brought it over to where he had been sitting and placed it in Hermione's hand.
"Hermione," he said.
"Yes, George," Hermione replied as she studied the delicate flower that George had just laid in her hand.
"Do you feel the same way for me as I feel for you?" He asked.
"Well, yes. I think so." Hermione said.
He stared at her for a few seconds and then took her face in his hands and said, "You know, I never realized how beautiful you were."
Hermione didn't say anything she just gazed into his eyes and tried to decide if he had really meant what he had said. She saw there was truth in his eyes and she let out a little sigh of relief. Then he pulled her close to him again, lifted her chin, and kissed her gently on the lips. When he pulled away and opened his eyes she was smiling at him. He returned her smile and he was about to speak again, but she quieted him by kissing him.
They spent the next three hours in the clearing laying side by side on the sleeping bag with a thick flannel blanket over them. They talked a little, kissed sometimes, but they mostly just spent the time holding each other and looking up at the stars.
When Hermione finally made her way up to her room, she realized something. She realized that she was falling for George. And it wasn't quite as scary as she had imagined it to be. Actually she rather liked it.