A flower, An angel, A goddess!
(Disclaimer: Not mine, but J.K's she's like a goddess also.)
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How would you feel if someone you loved, loved another?
How would you feel when you saw them together?
How far would it drive you? And who would you tell?
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George Weasley, son of Arthur and Molly, stood, leaning against the bar, a mischeivious grin plastered on his face, so no-one who think something was wrong with him as he thought.
He was thinking of what he had heard, what he had seen, and what he was going to do about it.
They were both his friends, and his little brother's best friends. Harry had always been there for a laugh, and Hermione- Hermione was a goddess, shimmering in a golden light, even if everything around her was in pitch darkness.
Harry had gotten her first, she had wanted Harry, not him. Yet he wanted her, he wanted her bad.
No-one knew, not even Fred. This was the most important thing to happen to him in his life, he had fallen in love. In love with a flower, an angel, a goddess.
He had loved her from the moment he first saw her, yet he hadn't said anything over the past six-years.
And she had matured, from that cute young girl, to a beautiful young woman. It was like deja-vu when she came walking over to him at this very moment. Like the first time he saw her. Her curly moose-brown hair bobbing as she walked, in slow- motion, towards where he was. She had been eleven then, having just been sorted into Gryffindor.
"Hey George," She called, waving at him.
George came out of his stupor. "H-Hey," He stuttered, shocked with himself. He had never stuttered before.
"How are you?" Hermione asked, looking over the party, and all their friends.
"Good, and yourself?" George asked, his heart beating like crazy at her closeness, yet he tried to keep his cool.
She couldn't know he liked her, he had run into her and Harry getting with each other, just the other day. And it pained him, the thought, it pained him more than anything ever before.
Hermione had said something and he had missed it. "Sorry?" He said, turning all his attention to her.
"I just said I was fine," Hermione said, her voice so soft, so lucious.
"Ohh-" George answered, feeling stupid.
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What would you do if you opened yourself vulnerably and someone rejected you to painfully?
How would you react if she pulled away? If she rejected you?
How would you feel if she was Hermione, the girl you loved?
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"George?" Hermione said, "Can I asked you something?"
George nodded. "Fire away."
"The other day," She began, "You saw Harry and I-"
"Kissing," George put in when she said nothing after.
"Yeah," Hermione said awkwardly. "You haven't told anyone have you?"
George shook his head. "No, I supposed you and Harry would want to do that," George answered, mentally naming as many variations of the word "asshole" that he could think of, at the thought of Harry.
"Ohhh-" Hermione said. "I just wanted to say thanks."
She leant forward and kissed him on the cheek.
Before George could help himself he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her hungrily.
Hermione kissed him for a second then seemed to realise what was happening and pulled away, blinking at him like he was- like he was something disgusting.
'I-I have to go," She said and fled.
George blinked at the spot where she had just been. He had opened up and she had rejected him. Rejected him for Harry.
Now that wasn't going to do at all.
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What did you guys think? Just click that button and let me know,
~Thai.
PS: Tell if you want another chapter, I'm considering whether to do one or not.
(Disclaimer: Not mine, but J.K's she's like a goddess also.)
~~~
How would you feel if someone you loved, loved another?
How would you feel when you saw them together?
How far would it drive you? And who would you tell?
~~~
George Weasley, son of Arthur and Molly, stood, leaning against the bar, a mischeivious grin plastered on his face, so no-one who think something was wrong with him as he thought.
He was thinking of what he had heard, what he had seen, and what he was going to do about it.
They were both his friends, and his little brother's best friends. Harry had always been there for a laugh, and Hermione- Hermione was a goddess, shimmering in a golden light, even if everything around her was in pitch darkness.
Harry had gotten her first, she had wanted Harry, not him. Yet he wanted her, he wanted her bad.
No-one knew, not even Fred. This was the most important thing to happen to him in his life, he had fallen in love. In love with a flower, an angel, a goddess.
He had loved her from the moment he first saw her, yet he hadn't said anything over the past six-years.
And she had matured, from that cute young girl, to a beautiful young woman. It was like deja-vu when she came walking over to him at this very moment. Like the first time he saw her. Her curly moose-brown hair bobbing as she walked, in slow- motion, towards where he was. She had been eleven then, having just been sorted into Gryffindor.
"Hey George," She called, waving at him.
George came out of his stupor. "H-Hey," He stuttered, shocked with himself. He had never stuttered before.
"How are you?" Hermione asked, looking over the party, and all their friends.
"Good, and yourself?" George asked, his heart beating like crazy at her closeness, yet he tried to keep his cool.
She couldn't know he liked her, he had run into her and Harry getting with each other, just the other day. And it pained him, the thought, it pained him more than anything ever before.
Hermione had said something and he had missed it. "Sorry?" He said, turning all his attention to her.
"I just said I was fine," Hermione said, her voice so soft, so lucious.
"Ohh-" George answered, feeling stupid.
***
What would you do if you opened yourself vulnerably and someone rejected you to painfully?
How would you react if she pulled away? If she rejected you?
How would you feel if she was Hermione, the girl you loved?
***
"George?" Hermione said, "Can I asked you something?"
George nodded. "Fire away."
"The other day," She began, "You saw Harry and I-"
"Kissing," George put in when she said nothing after.
"Yeah," Hermione said awkwardly. "You haven't told anyone have you?"
George shook his head. "No, I supposed you and Harry would want to do that," George answered, mentally naming as many variations of the word "asshole" that he could think of, at the thought of Harry.
"Ohhh-" Hermione said. "I just wanted to say thanks."
She leant forward and kissed him on the cheek.
Before George could help himself he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her hungrily.
Hermione kissed him for a second then seemed to realise what was happening and pulled away, blinking at him like he was- like he was something disgusting.
'I-I have to go," She said and fled.
George blinked at the spot where she had just been. He had opened up and she had rejected him. Rejected him for Harry.
Now that wasn't going to do at all.
~~~
What did you guys think? Just click that button and let me know,
~Thai.
PS: Tell if you want another chapter, I'm considering whether to do one or not.