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to say that the disclaimer was all my idea." She looks at the suspicious
faces, "Oh, I see, you thought I was going to say that Harry Potter was my
idea, eh? No, sorry to disappoint but JK Rowling owns the Harry Potter
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A/N: Well, I've wasted no time getting to this third chappie. I could say it's because all of my reviewers, but I'm just as eager to see what happens. I was originally going to have Fred want Hermione as a rebound from his relationship with Angelina, but he decided that Hermione was more the type for a little revenge on his ex. I was like, "You better not, you better not!" But does he listen to me? No. Heh. Oh, and thanks to the wonderful reviewers, without your advice, I would not have made it this far. BTW Fred and George are TWO different people, as this will show, and they're going to get pretty ticked about people always assuming they're one half of the same person. They look alike, that's all. Er.with that said, on to the Story!
Double Trouble
Chapter Three
Hermione opened her eyes a crack, enough to permit light beneath her lids. * Oh Gods, did I really sing last night?! * She groaned aloud, her face burning as she remembered running up to Ginny's room the night before, as if she hadn't been embarrassed enough that George, of all people, should hear her sing, but Fred, Harry, and Ron had been there too. All of them had stared at her as if she had grown a second head.
*Wait a second, why again do I care if George Weasley heard me singing? Oh that's right, I've fancied him for a while now. Oh! * Hermione sat straight up; her eyes wide open. * What?! For a WHILE? I just thought this was a recent development! It seems as if I should have been aware of this from the beginning. *
Hermione pressed a hand to her forehead, to make sure she wasn't raving from a high fever. * Honestly! * the strange voice in the back of her head scoffed, * Last year you were too busy with your OWL's and Voldemort's return to realize you were fostering a growing crush on your best friend's older brother. * Hermione collapsed back on the bed, groaning again. Now she was hearing voices. This was wonderful, as if nothing could make this- this CRUSH any worse.
"Mione, are you decent?" A soft, feminine voice called through the door, rescuing Hermione from her subconscious.
"Yeah." Hermione muttered, drawing the blankets up about her head. If there was one thing she didn't want to do, it was face a morning person like Ginny Weasley. That girl was too perky for her own good.
*You have feelings for her older br-o-th-e-r * the annoying voice sing- songed in the back of her head.
"Urgh! Shut UP!" Hermione hissed, pressing her hands to her temples as if attempting to squeeze the offending voice of her subconscious out of her head.
"Um.Mione? I didn't say anything." Hermione took the blanket off her head and looked at the confused face of the youngest Weasley.
"Oh, uh, really? I could've sworn you, er, asked why I wasn't out of bed yet." Hermione averted her eyes from Ginny's confused and doubting chocolate ones. Fortunately, Gryffindors are brave, and gullible. Unfortunately, they do not have the Slytherin capability to lie with grace and ease.
Ginny turned back to her closet with a decidedly skeptical "Uh huh."
"Um, Ginny, do you happen to know what time it is?" Hermione changed the subject quickly.
"I think that it's about noon." Ginny smiled as she heard Hermione's gasp. She was wondering why Hermione had slept so long, but shrugged it off as having to deal with Ginny's brothers and pathetic excuse for a boyfriend all day yesterday.
"NOON!?" Hermione screeched, jumping out of the bed hastily. Ginny giggled when she seen Hermione's nightclothes. A pair of men's boxers and a white halter was not the least attractive.
"Gin-Oh!" One of the twins walked into the room without bothering to knock, and was now blushing, as he spun away. "Oh Gods Hermione! I am so sorry." The boy beat a hasty retreat from the room, his face the exact shade of red as his hair.
"Insufferable prats, the lot of 'em." Ginny sighed as she closed the door, throwing an obviously distraught Hermione a look of pity. "They seem to forget I'm a girl, not just their sister, so they walk right in. I'm sorry about that. Hey, why don't you go take a shower, get dressed, and I'll do your hair and makeup? You have such pretty hair. It's such a shame you never take the time to fix it."
Hermione laughed at the look of pure rapture on her younger friend's face. "Gin, I do believe you would fit right in with my dorm mates. That's all Lavender and Parvati talk about, y'know. 'Oh Hermione, you have such gorgeous hair! Why don't you ever do anything with it?'"
Ginny shooed Hermione into the bathroom, and then smirked. Hermione may have gotten her hair done, but she didn't go to any lengths to fix it up, or herself, and if she wouldn't do it, then Ginny would have to.
Hermione peeled off her nightclothes, then turned on the water, adjusting it so it was hot, but not to the point it would burn her. Sighing with contentment, she stepped beneath the rejuvenating spray, allowing the water to carry away all of her frustrations and worries, so that she could just relax.
After about thirty minutes, Hermione emerged from the bathroom, dressed in muggle clothes, her hair wrapped up in a towel, and headed to Ginny's room. Ginny made Hermione sit down on her bed, and then began sorting through her makeup bag, trying to see what would go best with Hermione's skin tone.
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George sat down on one of the picnic tables, sighing. His cheeks were still warm, and he could not get the vision of Hermione in her nightclothes out of his head. * What is this girl doing to me? * George still couldn't figure out why he was seeing little Hermione in a new light.
*Maybe the fact that she's nearly grown? That she's the most beautiful girl you've ever laid eyes on? * George shook his head vigorously. He couldn't be crushing on Know-it-all Granger. What was the world coming to?
Fred sauntered out to where George was sitting, lost in his thoughts. The twins had really grown into themselves, formed their own identities. It was hard to imagine it, but they had grown apart the last two years. Yes, they still shared that common bond, deep brotherly love that surpassed the love for any of their other siblings, but they were now two separate people. Fred had was good at Arithmancy and Transfiguration, while he was horrid at Potions and people relations. George was just the opposite. Fred was outspoken and more than a little devious, while George was soft-spoken and almost completely honest.
"Fred?" George looked up at his twin, noting the far away look in his eyes. The last two years had changed them. Fred and Angelina had dated steadily while George hadn't even had a girlfriend. Oh, he could have the pick of any he wanted, he was one of the hottest guys in the school, but none of the girls had appealed to him. Fred was way more popular than he was, but that was okay, George just settled back and let Fred be the front man for their little enterprise, George had been the brains.
"Y'know what I miss?" Fred's voice was barely audible. George looked at him with barely disguised curiosity. "I miss our childhood. I never thought I would, but I miss the times we used to share.what happened?"
George smiled mirthlessly, "We did something we swore we'd never do, Gred." George used his nickname for his twin.
"And what was that, Forge?" Fred looked at his brother.
"We grew up, Gred, we grew up."
Fred nodded, running a hand through his hair, then impulsively leaned over and hugged George. "I miss this most of all. Just being myself with you." He gave his brother one of his famous wry grins. "It's hard, trying to keep up appearances, y'know."
"Drama Queen." George muttered, punching his brother on the arm.
"For sure!" Fred sniffed, putting his nose in the air, then sashayed around the yard, swinging his hips a little to mimic the walk of a snobby girl.
* * * * * * Ron and Harry had just sat down at the table when two pops alerted them that two people had just apparated in. Curious, they walked back to the living room.
"Charlie! Bill!" Ron exclaimed, running up to his two oldest brothers. "What're you two doing here?" Both men laughed at their youngest brother.
"Oi, where're mum?" Bill patted his stomach pathetically, "I haven't eaten in three weeks, feels like."
"Mum!" Ron called for their mother, who entered from the study, looking harried. That is, until she seen her two oldest sons standing in the middle of her living room.
"Charlie? Bill!" She ran up to her boys, enveloping them in her bone cracking embrace.
"Mum. Can't. Breathe." Both boys gasped as their faces changed colors. When Molly had let go of them, they almost collapsed.
"I'll expect you're hungry?" At the enthusiastic nodding, Molly laughed and made her way into the kitchen to begin on a hardy lunch.
* * * * * *
"There!" Ginny stepped back to look at her work critically then smiled. "Hermione, you look wonderful."
Hermione gazed at herself in the mirror. Ginny had worked a miracle. Hermione's hair was swept back away from her face, what little makeup she was wearing brought out the cinnamon in her eyes, and her lips, they looked much larger. All in all, she looked hot. "Well, I guess we should be going down stairs." Hermione glanced at herself one more time, then turned, "It's almost one and I'm starving. Thanks, Gin, it's gorgeous."
Ginny nodded, her eyes shining.
Ginny went down the stairs first, Hermione following close behind. They heard deeper male voices, and Ginny hurried down, while Hermione took her time. She heard Ginny squeal, and unmistakable laughter.
"Bill! Charlie!" Ginny's voice carried up the stairs, and when Hermione reached the landing she stopped, surveying the scene before her. Ron and Harry were laughing, while Charlie and Bill were taking turns swinging Ginny about.
None of them had noticed Hermione yet. Well, none but Ginny. "Put me down!" She squealed, "Hermione! Help me!"
"C'mon now guys, put your sister down." Hermione stepped off the landing, and blushed, as all the male attention in the room locked on her.
"Wow," Charlie breathed, "Hermione you've.you've,"
"Grown." Bill finished, his eyes locked on her chest. All Harry and Ron could do was gape. If they had thought she looked great yesterday, that was nothing. Her black flared jeans and white halter top complimented each other perfectly, and with her makeup done, she looked poised, put together, much older than her sixteen years.
Ginny smiled proudly, then winked at Hermione, as if to say 'I told you so.' None of them noticed George standing there, his jaw dropped in amazement, his eyes full of something unreadable. Nor did they notice the smirk of his twin behind him.
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A/N: Well, the chapter is a little shorter than I intended but, hey, I thought it was a good place to stop. Don't forget to Read and Review.
Love,
~Me~
A/N: Well, I've wasted no time getting to this third chappie. I could say it's because all of my reviewers, but I'm just as eager to see what happens. I was originally going to have Fred want Hermione as a rebound from his relationship with Angelina, but he decided that Hermione was more the type for a little revenge on his ex. I was like, "You better not, you better not!" But does he listen to me? No. Heh. Oh, and thanks to the wonderful reviewers, without your advice, I would not have made it this far. BTW Fred and George are TWO different people, as this will show, and they're going to get pretty ticked about people always assuming they're one half of the same person. They look alike, that's all. Er.with that said, on to the Story!
Double Trouble
Chapter Three
Hermione opened her eyes a crack, enough to permit light beneath her lids. * Oh Gods, did I really sing last night?! * She groaned aloud, her face burning as she remembered running up to Ginny's room the night before, as if she hadn't been embarrassed enough that George, of all people, should hear her sing, but Fred, Harry, and Ron had been there too. All of them had stared at her as if she had grown a second head.
*Wait a second, why again do I care if George Weasley heard me singing? Oh that's right, I've fancied him for a while now. Oh! * Hermione sat straight up; her eyes wide open. * What?! For a WHILE? I just thought this was a recent development! It seems as if I should have been aware of this from the beginning. *
Hermione pressed a hand to her forehead, to make sure she wasn't raving from a high fever. * Honestly! * the strange voice in the back of her head scoffed, * Last year you were too busy with your OWL's and Voldemort's return to realize you were fostering a growing crush on your best friend's older brother. * Hermione collapsed back on the bed, groaning again. Now she was hearing voices. This was wonderful, as if nothing could make this- this CRUSH any worse.
"Mione, are you decent?" A soft, feminine voice called through the door, rescuing Hermione from her subconscious.
"Yeah." Hermione muttered, drawing the blankets up about her head. If there was one thing she didn't want to do, it was face a morning person like Ginny Weasley. That girl was too perky for her own good.
*You have feelings for her older br-o-th-e-r * the annoying voice sing- songed in the back of her head.
"Urgh! Shut UP!" Hermione hissed, pressing her hands to her temples as if attempting to squeeze the offending voice of her subconscious out of her head.
"Um.Mione? I didn't say anything." Hermione took the blanket off her head and looked at the confused face of the youngest Weasley.
"Oh, uh, really? I could've sworn you, er, asked why I wasn't out of bed yet." Hermione averted her eyes from Ginny's confused and doubting chocolate ones. Fortunately, Gryffindors are brave, and gullible. Unfortunately, they do not have the Slytherin capability to lie with grace and ease.
Ginny turned back to her closet with a decidedly skeptical "Uh huh."
"Um, Ginny, do you happen to know what time it is?" Hermione changed the subject quickly.
"I think that it's about noon." Ginny smiled as she heard Hermione's gasp. She was wondering why Hermione had slept so long, but shrugged it off as having to deal with Ginny's brothers and pathetic excuse for a boyfriend all day yesterday.
"NOON!?" Hermione screeched, jumping out of the bed hastily. Ginny giggled when she seen Hermione's nightclothes. A pair of men's boxers and a white halter was not the least attractive.
"Gin-Oh!" One of the twins walked into the room without bothering to knock, and was now blushing, as he spun away. "Oh Gods Hermione! I am so sorry." The boy beat a hasty retreat from the room, his face the exact shade of red as his hair.
"Insufferable prats, the lot of 'em." Ginny sighed as she closed the door, throwing an obviously distraught Hermione a look of pity. "They seem to forget I'm a girl, not just their sister, so they walk right in. I'm sorry about that. Hey, why don't you go take a shower, get dressed, and I'll do your hair and makeup? You have such pretty hair. It's such a shame you never take the time to fix it."
Hermione laughed at the look of pure rapture on her younger friend's face. "Gin, I do believe you would fit right in with my dorm mates. That's all Lavender and Parvati talk about, y'know. 'Oh Hermione, you have such gorgeous hair! Why don't you ever do anything with it?'"
Ginny shooed Hermione into the bathroom, and then smirked. Hermione may have gotten her hair done, but she didn't go to any lengths to fix it up, or herself, and if she wouldn't do it, then Ginny would have to.
Hermione peeled off her nightclothes, then turned on the water, adjusting it so it was hot, but not to the point it would burn her. Sighing with contentment, she stepped beneath the rejuvenating spray, allowing the water to carry away all of her frustrations and worries, so that she could just relax.
After about thirty minutes, Hermione emerged from the bathroom, dressed in muggle clothes, her hair wrapped up in a towel, and headed to Ginny's room. Ginny made Hermione sit down on her bed, and then began sorting through her makeup bag, trying to see what would go best with Hermione's skin tone.
* * * * * *
George sat down on one of the picnic tables, sighing. His cheeks were still warm, and he could not get the vision of Hermione in her nightclothes out of his head. * What is this girl doing to me? * George still couldn't figure out why he was seeing little Hermione in a new light.
*Maybe the fact that she's nearly grown? That she's the most beautiful girl you've ever laid eyes on? * George shook his head vigorously. He couldn't be crushing on Know-it-all Granger. What was the world coming to?
Fred sauntered out to where George was sitting, lost in his thoughts. The twins had really grown into themselves, formed their own identities. It was hard to imagine it, but they had grown apart the last two years. Yes, they still shared that common bond, deep brotherly love that surpassed the love for any of their other siblings, but they were now two separate people. Fred had was good at Arithmancy and Transfiguration, while he was horrid at Potions and people relations. George was just the opposite. Fred was outspoken and more than a little devious, while George was soft-spoken and almost completely honest.
"Fred?" George looked up at his twin, noting the far away look in his eyes. The last two years had changed them. Fred and Angelina had dated steadily while George hadn't even had a girlfriend. Oh, he could have the pick of any he wanted, he was one of the hottest guys in the school, but none of the girls had appealed to him. Fred was way more popular than he was, but that was okay, George just settled back and let Fred be the front man for their little enterprise, George had been the brains.
"Y'know what I miss?" Fred's voice was barely audible. George looked at him with barely disguised curiosity. "I miss our childhood. I never thought I would, but I miss the times we used to share.what happened?"
George smiled mirthlessly, "We did something we swore we'd never do, Gred." George used his nickname for his twin.
"And what was that, Forge?" Fred looked at his brother.
"We grew up, Gred, we grew up."
Fred nodded, running a hand through his hair, then impulsively leaned over and hugged George. "I miss this most of all. Just being myself with you." He gave his brother one of his famous wry grins. "It's hard, trying to keep up appearances, y'know."
"Drama Queen." George muttered, punching his brother on the arm.
"For sure!" Fred sniffed, putting his nose in the air, then sashayed around the yard, swinging his hips a little to mimic the walk of a snobby girl.
* * * * * * Ron and Harry had just sat down at the table when two pops alerted them that two people had just apparated in. Curious, they walked back to the living room.
"Charlie! Bill!" Ron exclaimed, running up to his two oldest brothers. "What're you two doing here?" Both men laughed at their youngest brother.
"Oi, where're mum?" Bill patted his stomach pathetically, "I haven't eaten in three weeks, feels like."
"Mum!" Ron called for their mother, who entered from the study, looking harried. That is, until she seen her two oldest sons standing in the middle of her living room.
"Charlie? Bill!" She ran up to her boys, enveloping them in her bone cracking embrace.
"Mum. Can't. Breathe." Both boys gasped as their faces changed colors. When Molly had let go of them, they almost collapsed.
"I'll expect you're hungry?" At the enthusiastic nodding, Molly laughed and made her way into the kitchen to begin on a hardy lunch.
* * * * * *
"There!" Ginny stepped back to look at her work critically then smiled. "Hermione, you look wonderful."
Hermione gazed at herself in the mirror. Ginny had worked a miracle. Hermione's hair was swept back away from her face, what little makeup she was wearing brought out the cinnamon in her eyes, and her lips, they looked much larger. All in all, she looked hot. "Well, I guess we should be going down stairs." Hermione glanced at herself one more time, then turned, "It's almost one and I'm starving. Thanks, Gin, it's gorgeous."
Ginny nodded, her eyes shining.
Ginny went down the stairs first, Hermione following close behind. They heard deeper male voices, and Ginny hurried down, while Hermione took her time. She heard Ginny squeal, and unmistakable laughter.
"Bill! Charlie!" Ginny's voice carried up the stairs, and when Hermione reached the landing she stopped, surveying the scene before her. Ron and Harry were laughing, while Charlie and Bill were taking turns swinging Ginny about.
None of them had noticed Hermione yet. Well, none but Ginny. "Put me down!" She squealed, "Hermione! Help me!"
"C'mon now guys, put your sister down." Hermione stepped off the landing, and blushed, as all the male attention in the room locked on her.
"Wow," Charlie breathed, "Hermione you've.you've,"
"Grown." Bill finished, his eyes locked on her chest. All Harry and Ron could do was gape. If they had thought she looked great yesterday, that was nothing. Her black flared jeans and white halter top complimented each other perfectly, and with her makeup done, she looked poised, put together, much older than her sixteen years.
Ginny smiled proudly, then winked at Hermione, as if to say 'I told you so.' None of them noticed George standing there, his jaw dropped in amazement, his eyes full of something unreadable. Nor did they notice the smirk of his twin behind him.
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A/N: Well, the chapter is a little shorter than I intended but, hey, I thought it was a good place to stop. Don't forget to Read and Review.
Love,
~Me~
