"Can I tell Fred we had sex?"
"WHAT?!?" Hermione whipped round and stared at George.
"Please? He wants to with Angelina, and I don't want him to think I'm behind! Please?"
"NO."
"Please?" George pleaded at her with his big brown eyes.
"No, George Weasley. This had gone absolutely too far."
"You're not suggesting...that you want to..."
"I might be. You are NOT telling Fred we had sex."
"But...But..."
"George, how could you think...how...do you think I would ever let you say that?"
"I'm sorry, Hermione." He stared at his shoes.
"Oh, it's alright." Hermione walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
George hugged her waist.
"You can tell him we kissed, because that's not a lie." Hermione just remember the incident. "What was that...what was that about, anyway?" asked Hermione, drawing back.
"Well...er..." George frantically racked his brain for an excuse for his sudden change in feelings for her, which had remained. "I just didn't want it to be a lie when I told him," said George.
"Very good thinking," said Hermione. "Then this won't be a lie, either." Hermione reached up and pressed her hands against his chest and kissed him sweetly. George, caught off guard, started, but then closed his eyes and wrapped his arm around Hermione. Of course, things got deeper, and George, suddenly inspired, pushed his tongue into Hermione's mouth. Hermione opened her eyes wide for a second, then, remembering that he was only doing this so it wouldn't be a lie when he told Fred, returned the favor.
George really hadn't expected her to French kiss him back...but he was surprised. She really knows what she's doing, he thought, wondering if she had ever kissed anyone before.
And, of course, just as both of them started to really enjoy the kiss, Ron burst into the apartment.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?"
Hermione, recognizing the voice immediately, broke the kiss and spun around. "Ron!"
"You...you...you..." said Ron angrily, jabbing his finger at George. "You...you...how could you...you...you..."
"Ron, calm down, said Hermione.
George wanted to disappear. He had noticed Ron's feelings for Hermione a long time ago and mentally chastised himself for not thinking about them sooner. He wiped a smudge of lipstick off his lips guiltily.
"Hermione! You...I...can't believe..."
"Ron, what's the problem?"
"YOU!" Ron launched himself at George and punched him square in the nose, making it bleed profusely.
"RON!"
Ron felt tears well up in his eyes. He spun round and ran out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Hermione turned slowly to George, who had made himself stop bleeding with a chewy purple candy. He wiped the blood off with a nearby tissue. She looked at George, and her eyes filled with tears.
"Hermione..."
She fell against him, and George wrapped her in his arms, and she cried into his shoulder.
"Why? What's wrong? What did I do?" Hermione sobbed into his arms.
"Hermione, I should have taken this into consideration sooner. Ron loves you...He always has...but...I didn't...I didn't think..."
"Oh, no..."
Out in the hallway, Ron sunk down against a wall, and cried into his own arms. His Hermione...he had loved her for so long...what happened? What did he do wrong? The image of her and George kept flashing through his mind. he should have kissed her when he had the chance...
"WHAT?!?" Hermione whipped round and stared at George.
"Please? He wants to with Angelina, and I don't want him to think I'm behind! Please?"
"NO."
"Please?" George pleaded at her with his big brown eyes.
"No, George Weasley. This had gone absolutely too far."
"You're not suggesting...that you want to..."
"I might be. You are NOT telling Fred we had sex."
"But...But..."
"George, how could you think...how...do you think I would ever let you say that?"
"I'm sorry, Hermione." He stared at his shoes.
"Oh, it's alright." Hermione walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
George hugged her waist.
"You can tell him we kissed, because that's not a lie." Hermione just remember the incident. "What was that...what was that about, anyway?" asked Hermione, drawing back.
"Well...er..." George frantically racked his brain for an excuse for his sudden change in feelings for her, which had remained. "I just didn't want it to be a lie when I told him," said George.
"Very good thinking," said Hermione. "Then this won't be a lie, either." Hermione reached up and pressed her hands against his chest and kissed him sweetly. George, caught off guard, started, but then closed his eyes and wrapped his arm around Hermione. Of course, things got deeper, and George, suddenly inspired, pushed his tongue into Hermione's mouth. Hermione opened her eyes wide for a second, then, remembering that he was only doing this so it wouldn't be a lie when he told Fred, returned the favor.
George really hadn't expected her to French kiss him back...but he was surprised. She really knows what she's doing, he thought, wondering if she had ever kissed anyone before.
And, of course, just as both of them started to really enjoy the kiss, Ron burst into the apartment.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?"
Hermione, recognizing the voice immediately, broke the kiss and spun around. "Ron!"
"You...you...you..." said Ron angrily, jabbing his finger at George. "You...you...how could you...you...you..."
"Ron, calm down, said Hermione.
George wanted to disappear. He had noticed Ron's feelings for Hermione a long time ago and mentally chastised himself for not thinking about them sooner. He wiped a smudge of lipstick off his lips guiltily.
"Hermione! You...I...can't believe..."
"Ron, what's the problem?"
"YOU!" Ron launched himself at George and punched him square in the nose, making it bleed profusely.
"RON!"
Ron felt tears well up in his eyes. He spun round and ran out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Hermione turned slowly to George, who had made himself stop bleeding with a chewy purple candy. He wiped the blood off with a nearby tissue. She looked at George, and her eyes filled with tears.
"Hermione..."
She fell against him, and George wrapped her in his arms, and she cried into his shoulder.
"Why? What's wrong? What did I do?" Hermione sobbed into his arms.
"Hermione, I should have taken this into consideration sooner. Ron loves you...He always has...but...I didn't...I didn't think..."
"Oh, no..."
Out in the hallway, Ron sunk down against a wall, and cried into his own arms. His Hermione...he had loved her for so long...what happened? What did he do wrong? The image of her and George kept flashing through his mind. he should have kissed her when he had the chance...