Chapter 2 of The Love of the Weasleys
George apparated behind his twin. "Fred!" he said sounding out of breath. "You won't believe what just happened."
Fred turned looking doubtful. "Try me." George glanced at the door and noticed the close sign was up. He had made better time then he thought.
"When I went back to the house to get the records I apparated right on top of Hermione Granger and knocked her out."
Fred snorted. "So?" he left the counter and went to the door to flip the sign over, George following close behind.
"Yeah but Fred," his expression was dreamy. "She was beautiful." Fred started to laugh.hard.
"Are we talking about the same Granger?" he asked incredulously. George nodded and walked back to the desk. He couldn't wait to get back to the Burrow. And just to think, he had a whole month ahead of him.
***
That night, before dinner, Hermione set out to explore the land around the Burrow. It wasn't long before she had found her favorite spot. It was a small lake only a ten minutes walk from the house. A large rock was out in the center and a dock was perched on the shore. Hermione found a large tree nearby that over looked the lake and hoisted herself up into its' branches. She opened the book she was holding and settled down for a nice long read.
George walked out back and looked around. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly he had an idea. He hurried to the lake where they used to play as kids and to his luck found Hermione crouched in a tree.
"George!" she yelled when she caught sight of him. "Can you help me down? I'm afraid to jump." He laughed and placed himself under her.
"Just drop Hermione. I won't drop you, scout's honor." Seriously doubting that George had ever been good enough to be a scout Hermione closed her eyes and dropped from the tree. As promised George caught her and carefully set her on the ground.
***
"What were you doing up there anyways?" George asked Hermione as they headed back to the Burrow for dinner. Hermione showed him her book.
"Ahh," he said knowingly. "No matter how pretty you get you'll always be the same ole bookworm." George franticly covered his mouth. Had he really said that out loud? Hermione put a hand on his arm, stopping him before they went inside.
"Do you really think I'm.pretty?" Hermione held her breath waiting for his answer. George rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Well, um," he had never felt so uncomfortable in his life. What's wrong with me he wondered? He was surprised. He always knew what to say. Hermione took his silence for a no and, disappointed, she turned to go inside.
"Wait!" George pleaded grabbing her arm. Hermione turned to face him and he saw that her eyes were watery. Girls are always crying, he thought bitterly. George opened his mouth to say something when the backdoor opened and Ron walked out.
George realized how strange they must have looked to him. George holding on to Hermione's arm and her looking back at him expectantly. Ron shot George a look of pure hatred. George let go of Hermione's arm.
"What were you doing?" Ron asked suspiciously. Hermione tenderly grabbed Ron's elbow. She sure knows how to calm him down thought George as she led Ron inside. George stood there for a moment before going inside.
***
Hermione laid back and looked at the ceiling of Ginny's room. Across the hall she heard the loud snores of the twins. Ginny gave a grunt and rolled over in her sleep as Hermione let out a sigh. George hadn't spoken to her since before dinner though he did get into a rather loud row with Ron. Quietly she swung her legs over the side of the bed and to her great surprise the floor didn't give a single creak. As stealthily as possible Hermione made her way to the twin's room. She had to know the answer to the question she had asked George. She had no idea why this was so important to her. She couldn't be falling for a Weasley twin!
The door was right in front of her and she reached out to grab the handle, when, "Hermione?"
Hermione shrieked and spun around. Fred was standing there looking concerned. The bedroom door opened and George poked his head out.
"Oy Fred who-Hermione?" he gasped suddenly taking notice of her. "What are you doin here?" Fred barred down on her.
"I was wondering the same thing." George straitened up and the door opened farther to reveal all of him. He was only in a pair of boxers and Hermione flushed. George took no notice.
"C'mon Herm," he said before Fred could inquire further. "I'll escort you back to Ginny's room." Fred shrugged and went in the room shutting the door behind him.
George stopped in front of Ginny's room. Hermione looked up at him and before she could think clearly she was on her tiptoes kissing him. Embarrassed, she pulled away quickly and ran inside before George could even open his mouth.
Hermione collapsed onto her bed. What had come over her? She allowed herself a small smile pulled the covers over her head and giggled. She didn't know what had happened, but she liked it.
***
The next morning Hermione woke up late and to her disappointment had missed George. Hermione wandered out to the backyard and settled herself on a bench. Out of the blue and letter fell onto her head and she looked up to she a rather fluffy owl depart. Excited she broke the seal and began to read:
Hermione,
Meet me at the lake in an hour. Wear your swimsuit.
Funnily Yours,
George
Hermione squealed with delight. He must've managed to leave the shop early if he was meeting her in an hour. Too eager to wait Hermione hurried to get ready.
***
She was up in a tree when George came into the clearing. Before even looking around for her he leaped into the water. When he resurfaced Hermione's first thought was, He's gorgeous. He ran a hand through his hair absentmindedly causing it to stick up. Water dripped off his muscular body and off of his forest green trunks. "Hermione!" he called for her. Giggling like mad she pushed herself from the tree and landed with a splash in the water, right next to George.
"Hermione!" he scolded playfully. "Now that wasn't a very safe thing for a prefect to do, was it?" Hermione gathered up all her strength and splashed him. After a rigorous splash fight George ushered her up onto the rock in the middle of the lake.
"Me and my brothers used to dive off here all the time," he said as though remembering it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "It's so calming up here." Hermione nodded. She couldn't argue. She closed her eyes as well and soon felt herself falling into George. Hermione felt him lean over and their lips connected. Eyes still closed Hermione's brain raced. I shouldn't be doing this. I'm a prefect. Now there seemed to be two voices. A prefect in love. The other voice countered. Hermione put her arms around George. Shut-up she mentally told both voices.
***
The two were stretched out and drying on the dock. George rolled over on his side to face Hermione. "You know that this won't be a secret for long," he whispered as though afraid to ruin the moment. Hermione faced him. "
"Yeah, I know. I don't mind though." George wasn't comforted.
"I do. Do you remember that row me and Ron had," Hermione nodded uneasily. "Well it was about you. He likes you a lot you know. Always has." Hermione was shocked.
"Ron!? He liked me? But we were always fighting!" George shrugged and scooted closer to her.
"You know, I've never felt this way."
"What way?" Hermione asked. George smiled. For someone so smart she was awfully naïve.
"In love. It's a funny feeling, but I like it." Hermione's heart melted.
From the pathway in the woods Ron watched as Hermione (his Hermione!) leaned closer and kissed his brother.
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George apparated behind his twin. "Fred!" he said sounding out of breath. "You won't believe what just happened."
Fred turned looking doubtful. "Try me." George glanced at the door and noticed the close sign was up. He had made better time then he thought.
"When I went back to the house to get the records I apparated right on top of Hermione Granger and knocked her out."
Fred snorted. "So?" he left the counter and went to the door to flip the sign over, George following close behind.
"Yeah but Fred," his expression was dreamy. "She was beautiful." Fred started to laugh.hard.
"Are we talking about the same Granger?" he asked incredulously. George nodded and walked back to the desk. He couldn't wait to get back to the Burrow. And just to think, he had a whole month ahead of him.
***
That night, before dinner, Hermione set out to explore the land around the Burrow. It wasn't long before she had found her favorite spot. It was a small lake only a ten minutes walk from the house. A large rock was out in the center and a dock was perched on the shore. Hermione found a large tree nearby that over looked the lake and hoisted herself up into its' branches. She opened the book she was holding and settled down for a nice long read.
George walked out back and looked around. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly he had an idea. He hurried to the lake where they used to play as kids and to his luck found Hermione crouched in a tree.
"George!" she yelled when she caught sight of him. "Can you help me down? I'm afraid to jump." He laughed and placed himself under her.
"Just drop Hermione. I won't drop you, scout's honor." Seriously doubting that George had ever been good enough to be a scout Hermione closed her eyes and dropped from the tree. As promised George caught her and carefully set her on the ground.
***
"What were you doing up there anyways?" George asked Hermione as they headed back to the Burrow for dinner. Hermione showed him her book.
"Ahh," he said knowingly. "No matter how pretty you get you'll always be the same ole bookworm." George franticly covered his mouth. Had he really said that out loud? Hermione put a hand on his arm, stopping him before they went inside.
"Do you really think I'm.pretty?" Hermione held her breath waiting for his answer. George rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Well, um," he had never felt so uncomfortable in his life. What's wrong with me he wondered? He was surprised. He always knew what to say. Hermione took his silence for a no and, disappointed, she turned to go inside.
"Wait!" George pleaded grabbing her arm. Hermione turned to face him and he saw that her eyes were watery. Girls are always crying, he thought bitterly. George opened his mouth to say something when the backdoor opened and Ron walked out.
George realized how strange they must have looked to him. George holding on to Hermione's arm and her looking back at him expectantly. Ron shot George a look of pure hatred. George let go of Hermione's arm.
"What were you doing?" Ron asked suspiciously. Hermione tenderly grabbed Ron's elbow. She sure knows how to calm him down thought George as she led Ron inside. George stood there for a moment before going inside.
***
Hermione laid back and looked at the ceiling of Ginny's room. Across the hall she heard the loud snores of the twins. Ginny gave a grunt and rolled over in her sleep as Hermione let out a sigh. George hadn't spoken to her since before dinner though he did get into a rather loud row with Ron. Quietly she swung her legs over the side of the bed and to her great surprise the floor didn't give a single creak. As stealthily as possible Hermione made her way to the twin's room. She had to know the answer to the question she had asked George. She had no idea why this was so important to her. She couldn't be falling for a Weasley twin!
The door was right in front of her and she reached out to grab the handle, when, "Hermione?"
Hermione shrieked and spun around. Fred was standing there looking concerned. The bedroom door opened and George poked his head out.
"Oy Fred who-Hermione?" he gasped suddenly taking notice of her. "What are you doin here?" Fred barred down on her.
"I was wondering the same thing." George straitened up and the door opened farther to reveal all of him. He was only in a pair of boxers and Hermione flushed. George took no notice.
"C'mon Herm," he said before Fred could inquire further. "I'll escort you back to Ginny's room." Fred shrugged and went in the room shutting the door behind him.
George stopped in front of Ginny's room. Hermione looked up at him and before she could think clearly she was on her tiptoes kissing him. Embarrassed, she pulled away quickly and ran inside before George could even open his mouth.
Hermione collapsed onto her bed. What had come over her? She allowed herself a small smile pulled the covers over her head and giggled. She didn't know what had happened, but she liked it.
***
The next morning Hermione woke up late and to her disappointment had missed George. Hermione wandered out to the backyard and settled herself on a bench. Out of the blue and letter fell onto her head and she looked up to she a rather fluffy owl depart. Excited she broke the seal and began to read:
Hermione,
Meet me at the lake in an hour. Wear your swimsuit.
Funnily Yours,
George
Hermione squealed with delight. He must've managed to leave the shop early if he was meeting her in an hour. Too eager to wait Hermione hurried to get ready.
***
She was up in a tree when George came into the clearing. Before even looking around for her he leaped into the water. When he resurfaced Hermione's first thought was, He's gorgeous. He ran a hand through his hair absentmindedly causing it to stick up. Water dripped off his muscular body and off of his forest green trunks. "Hermione!" he called for her. Giggling like mad she pushed herself from the tree and landed with a splash in the water, right next to George.
"Hermione!" he scolded playfully. "Now that wasn't a very safe thing for a prefect to do, was it?" Hermione gathered up all her strength and splashed him. After a rigorous splash fight George ushered her up onto the rock in the middle of the lake.
"Me and my brothers used to dive off here all the time," he said as though remembering it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "It's so calming up here." Hermione nodded. She couldn't argue. She closed her eyes as well and soon felt herself falling into George. Hermione felt him lean over and their lips connected. Eyes still closed Hermione's brain raced. I shouldn't be doing this. I'm a prefect. Now there seemed to be two voices. A prefect in love. The other voice countered. Hermione put her arms around George. Shut-up she mentally told both voices.
***
The two were stretched out and drying on the dock. George rolled over on his side to face Hermione. "You know that this won't be a secret for long," he whispered as though afraid to ruin the moment. Hermione faced him. "
"Yeah, I know. I don't mind though." George wasn't comforted.
"I do. Do you remember that row me and Ron had," Hermione nodded uneasily. "Well it was about you. He likes you a lot you know. Always has." Hermione was shocked.
"Ron!? He liked me? But we were always fighting!" George shrugged and scooted closer to her.
"You know, I've never felt this way."
"What way?" Hermione asked. George smiled. For someone so smart she was awfully naïve.
"In love. It's a funny feeling, but I like it." Hermione's heart melted.
From the pathway in the woods Ron watched as Hermione (his Hermione!) leaned closer and kissed his brother.
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