A flower, An angel, A goddess.
(Disclaimer: See previous chapter.)
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Last time:
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.
~~~
Chapter Two:
They say revenge is best served cold, yet revenge served hot, is much more fun.
Now revenge is sweet, but what do you do when revenge is not an option?
But what are the other options?
And how far would you go for something you want?
~~~
George sat in his room, thinking the party over. This is what he had:
Hermione turns up, talks, rejects, life ends. He had to do something about it. Sure he was friends with Harry, but right now, Harry was in his way, and no-one got in the way of George Weasley, except maybe his brother. But Fred would never steal his girl.
"That's it," George exclaimed. "I'll just ask Fred."
Fred just so happened to be out of town for the week, which sucked. And George was supposed to go visit Ginny that week. And guess who just so happens to also be invited. The world's happiest new couple, Harry and Hermione.
It was driving him insane, he thought he was going to reject his breakfast as he read the letter Ginny had sent him.
Oh George, you won't believe it. Harry and Hermione, isn't it great? I had no idea, and they make such a cute couple. Hermione always seemed to be into red-heads, come to think of it. Strange. But they're so perfect.
At that point, George had skipped down the letter and away from Ginny's usual bull shit, right to the stupid invitation to Ginny's luncheon, which he stupidly excepted. It was just so stupid.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. George cursed loudly, pissed off at having his thoughts interrupted, and went to answer the door.
He swung the door open and blinked. There stood Fred.
"Fred? What in Merlin's name are you doing here? You're meant to be in Hogsmeade, in case you don't realise, this is magical London, as in Diagon Alley."
"I know," Fred said, hugging his brother with one arm. "Business closed early, Hogsmeade Zonko's manager went for first bid, didn't care to raise it."
"Fantastic," George said, taking his brother's suitcase and tossing it on the sofa.
Fred had shed his cloak and was rummaging through the cupboards, as usual.
"You came from Hogsmeade and you didn't eat?" George asked, lying down on a second sofa.
"Didn't have time, the train was gunna leave," Fred announced through a packet of popping potato chips, if you didn't eat them within seven seconds of touching them, they popped in your hand.
Fred sat down on the only other seat in the living room, a comfy armchair, his leg hanging over one arm.
"So how was the party the other night?" Fred asked, before cramming a few more chips into his mouth.
George sighed. "Fine," He said, depressed again.
Fred raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
George said nothing, not really paying attention.
Fred threw a chip at him, which popped right next to his nose. He jumped and looked at Fred.
"What's bugging you, man?" Fred asked, "I've never seen you like this."
"It's just..."
"Wait!" fred said, getting excited. "It's a girl."
George smiled, he and Fred did spend too much time together.
"Yeah."
"Well who is it?" Fred asked, bouncing slightly on the edge of his seat.
George figured he should tell him, he was going to anyway. "Hermione."
"Ohh... Okay," Fred said thinking. Suddenly he spat his mouthful of chips out. "Did you just say Hermione?"
George nodded.
"As in Hermione Granger?"
George nodded again.
"As in Hermione Granger, Ron's best friend?"
"What other Hermione's do we know?" George asked, laying back on the sofa.
"This... is not a good thing," Fred said carefully. "Have you heard about...?"
"Hermione and Harry," George finished. "Yeah, I caught them before anyone else knew."
"Ouch..." Fred said, crossing it George's sofa, patting his brother's shoulder. "So is that why you didn't like the party?"
George nodded, sitting up, his face in his hands. He told Fred everything that happened.
Fred seemed to think about this for a moment.
~~~
There are some things only a brother can see, and... well... you gotta love 'em.
Now all idea's of revenge are out your head.
When you heard what your brother points out, revenge seems like a distant island.
But only when.
~~~
Fred's thinking went on for quite a while, actually it was so long that when Fred actually did talk it almost made George jumped.
"Did you say she... She kissed you for a few seconds?"
"Yeah," George said, thinking this over also.
"Well if she kissed you, or if you kissed her and she didn't pull away ain't it obvious bro?"
"What?" George asked, not catching his brother for one of the first times in his life.
"She has more than friendly feeling for you if she lets you kiss her," Fred said.
George thought about this, a grin reaching his face. "You know what, you might be right."
~~~*
What did you think? I thought it was short, but I think everything is short, so unless you guys want me to spend all my time thinking, "Oh gosh, it's so short," You'll have to review okay? Just push that button.
Oh yeah, and excuse all speeling mistakes, I'm too tired to re-read it, and coffee his stopped waking me up as of now.
~Thai.
(Disclaimer: See previous chapter.)
~~~
Last time:
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.
~~~
Chapter Two:
They say revenge is best served cold, yet revenge served hot, is much more fun.
Now revenge is sweet, but what do you do when revenge is not an option?
But what are the other options?
And how far would you go for something you want?
~~~
George sat in his room, thinking the party over. This is what he had:
Hermione turns up, talks, rejects, life ends. He had to do something about it. Sure he was friends with Harry, but right now, Harry was in his way, and no-one got in the way of George Weasley, except maybe his brother. But Fred would never steal his girl.
"That's it," George exclaimed. "I'll just ask Fred."
Fred just so happened to be out of town for the week, which sucked. And George was supposed to go visit Ginny that week. And guess who just so happens to also be invited. The world's happiest new couple, Harry and Hermione.
It was driving him insane, he thought he was going to reject his breakfast as he read the letter Ginny had sent him.
Oh George, you won't believe it. Harry and Hermione, isn't it great? I had no idea, and they make such a cute couple. Hermione always seemed to be into red-heads, come to think of it. Strange. But they're so perfect.
At that point, George had skipped down the letter and away from Ginny's usual bull shit, right to the stupid invitation to Ginny's luncheon, which he stupidly excepted. It was just so stupid.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. George cursed loudly, pissed off at having his thoughts interrupted, and went to answer the door.
He swung the door open and blinked. There stood Fred.
"Fred? What in Merlin's name are you doing here? You're meant to be in Hogsmeade, in case you don't realise, this is magical London, as in Diagon Alley."
"I know," Fred said, hugging his brother with one arm. "Business closed early, Hogsmeade Zonko's manager went for first bid, didn't care to raise it."
"Fantastic," George said, taking his brother's suitcase and tossing it on the sofa.
Fred had shed his cloak and was rummaging through the cupboards, as usual.
"You came from Hogsmeade and you didn't eat?" George asked, lying down on a second sofa.
"Didn't have time, the train was gunna leave," Fred announced through a packet of popping potato chips, if you didn't eat them within seven seconds of touching them, they popped in your hand.
Fred sat down on the only other seat in the living room, a comfy armchair, his leg hanging over one arm.
"So how was the party the other night?" Fred asked, before cramming a few more chips into his mouth.
George sighed. "Fine," He said, depressed again.
Fred raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
George said nothing, not really paying attention.
Fred threw a chip at him, which popped right next to his nose. He jumped and looked at Fred.
"What's bugging you, man?" Fred asked, "I've never seen you like this."
"It's just..."
"Wait!" fred said, getting excited. "It's a girl."
George smiled, he and Fred did spend too much time together.
"Yeah."
"Well who is it?" Fred asked, bouncing slightly on the edge of his seat.
George figured he should tell him, he was going to anyway. "Hermione."
"Ohh... Okay," Fred said thinking. Suddenly he spat his mouthful of chips out. "Did you just say Hermione?"
George nodded.
"As in Hermione Granger?"
George nodded again.
"As in Hermione Granger, Ron's best friend?"
"What other Hermione's do we know?" George asked, laying back on the sofa.
"This... is not a good thing," Fred said carefully. "Have you heard about...?"
"Hermione and Harry," George finished. "Yeah, I caught them before anyone else knew."
"Ouch..." Fred said, crossing it George's sofa, patting his brother's shoulder. "So is that why you didn't like the party?"
George nodded, sitting up, his face in his hands. He told Fred everything that happened.
Fred seemed to think about this for a moment.
~~~
There are some things only a brother can see, and... well... you gotta love 'em.
Now all idea's of revenge are out your head.
When you heard what your brother points out, revenge seems like a distant island.
But only when.
~~~
Fred's thinking went on for quite a while, actually it was so long that when Fred actually did talk it almost made George jumped.
"Did you say she... She kissed you for a few seconds?"
"Yeah," George said, thinking this over also.
"Well if she kissed you, or if you kissed her and she didn't pull away ain't it obvious bro?"
"What?" George asked, not catching his brother for one of the first times in his life.
"She has more than friendly feeling for you if she lets you kiss her," Fred said.
George thought about this, a grin reaching his face. "You know what, you might be right."
~~~*
What did you think? I thought it was short, but I think everything is short, so unless you guys want me to spend all my time thinking, "Oh gosh, it's so short," You'll have to review okay? Just push that button.
Oh yeah, and excuse all speeling mistakes, I'm too tired to re-read it, and coffee his stopped waking me up as of now.
~Thai.