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A/N: Okay, I know it's been over two days since I've updated, but I was suffering from major writer's block, not to mention the extreme magnetic storm that was supposed to come, but didn't. Anyway, I want for everyone who reads this to read Heart of a Lion, Skin of a Snake. I mean it, go and read it! It's such a good fic, it's so amazing. She's such a good writer, Neveada, (I think that's how you spell it.). If you like mine, you'll love hers, it's absolutely brilliant!!! Don't hesitate, go and read. Heh. Anyways, special thankies to Neaveada (I don't know how to spell it!!!) and Tigger180 for faithfully reviewing. There are so many others I need to name, but, unfortunately, I have yet to chronicle my 37 reviews, so I don't have all the names. I'm working on it. I promise. Now, on with the show.

Double Trouble

Chapter Eight

Hermione collapsed on one of the sofas that lined the walls. She smiled indulgently at her cousins, Skylar was talking enthusiastically to Percy, Charlie and Elizabeth looked lost in their own world, Bill was obviously trying to chat Danielle up, who was enjoying the attention, and Raya was manning the CD player. Hermione wasn't quite sure where they had hidden the player and CD's but they had brought them, just as Hermione was sure they would. Being in the Wizarding World was great and all, but unfortunately, Wizard's had yet to discover real music yet.

"Hey." George handed her a butterbeer and flopped next to her. "What're you thinking about?"

Hermione smiled, looking at him. "Nothing much, just thinking about how my family seems to have an affinity for redheads." She looked at him from beneath her lashes, a shy smile on her face.

"Heh, anyway, what about those Cannons?" He blushed brightly, looking away from her, wiping away an imaginary speck of dust off his shirt.

She laughed, spotting Harry and Ginny talking to Ron and Lavender. She felt an odd twinge of anger at the thought of her two best friends neglecting to tell her anything. Why was that? Did they think she'd feel left out? Then again, in fourth year, she wouldn't tell them who she was going to the ball with.

"Hey, Mione!" Angelina plopped down on the other side of Hermione, Fred next to her. "Freddie here told me all about the evil plan!"

Hermione cringed. "What evil plan?" She decided that playing innocent would work better in this case.

"The one where you and Fred were planning on making me jealous." Angelina lowered her voice, "Thanks, really. I'm not angry. I'm pleased that you would help out like that, you're a better friend than I thought."

Hermione did a double take. "But."

"No buts, honestly!" Angelina looked around, "Besides, your cousins saved my party. It was kind of dead until you showed up. Oh, and I love the new look!"

"Yeah, I really think purple's my color." Both girls burst into giggles, leaving to mystified Weasley boys.

"Okay Fred, what was so funny about that statement?" George glared at Hermione, who now had tears of mirth streaming down her face.

"Chocolate." Fred stated.

"What?! Where in the bloody hell did you get chocolate!"

"No, I meant it's just another thing we'll never understand about the female population. Like chocolate. I love candy as much as the next person, but you place chocolate in front of a girl, and it's like a war zone. Touch her chocolate and you die."

"Fred, stop with the metaphors, insert point here."

"What? That was the point."

"Oh. I see, chocolate. Heh. Great point, now I'm more confused."

By this time, the girls had managed to stop their manic giggles, that was until they reviewed the twins' conversation, which sent them tittering into oblivion.

"Sugar high." Fred remarked, poking Angelina.

"Oh great, another metaphor!"

"No you dolt! I think that they've gotten a sugar high off the drinks."

George pressed a hand to his head, sighing. "Just say what you want to say, then go on with it."

Hermione mock glared at the twins. "I hope you realize that if you were girls, I'd be getting you some red meat and fast. You both need oxygen to your brains." She stated between gales of laughter.

"What does red meat have to do with oxygen!" George cried, leaping off the couch, his eyes wild.

Hermione sobered. "George, get a hold of yourself! Red meat contains iron, which a girl lacks when she, er, well at that time of the month. Iron carries oxygen to the brain. Now, if a girl lacks iron, that means that not enough oxygen is getting to her brain and she is a little ditzy, or confused. So, girls are told to eat red meat." Hermione explained slowly, as if to a very small child.

"Oh."

Hermione just rolled her eyes. At that moment, Katie, Alicia, and Lee decided to join the foursome, conjuring up ottomans to sit on.

"So," Lee glanced at Fred, "You two okay now?"

Fred grabbed Angelina's hand, looking into her eyes. "Yeah, I think we are."

Hermione, Alicia, and Katie all looked at each other. "Awww, how sweet!" Then giggled. George shook his head. What was it about a girl that was so confusing? He sighed.

"Tired?" Hermione whispered.

"A little." He admitted. "Didn't get much sleep. I was up worrying about a certain girl who shall remain nameless."

"Oh, and should I be jealous?" Hermione laughed. "Why worry over her, I'm fairly positive she's fine."

"Because, I didn't realize how much I cared for her until the other night." He took her hand. "I really didn't. And now that I have, all I do is worry about her safety, whether she's sleeping fine, if she's cold, if she's thinking about me." He kissed her palm, "I almost didn't go to bed last night for fear you'd run off again."

"So it was me you were so worried about." Neither of them noticed that the group surrounding them was listening intently.

"Yes it was."

"And why is that?" Hermione breathed softly.

"Because, Hermione, I am fast falling in love with you." George blushed and Hermione gasped. The group looked shocked.

*I don't think I should have told her that. We haven't even been dating a full day yet. * George cursed himself.

"So, when did this happen, and why wasn't I told?" Fred looked murderously at his twin. "I'm your own flesh and blood, and you!" He glared at Hermione, "My own twin! I thought we had something!" He sniffed, then laughed. "George, don't you hurt her." He warned his twin, tightening his grip on Angelina's hand to prove to her he was playing.

Hermione looked at the group, a sheepish expression on her face. "Um, well, we didn't really want to tell a lot of people yet, we were sort of taking it slow, getting used to the idea."

"Yeah." George echoed, feeling slightly guilty. They had talked about public displays of affection, and he had broken that rule. No P.D.A. until they were both comfortable with the idea. And here he all but told Hermione he was madly in love with her. *How can this happen? * he wailed mentally, *I haven't even dated the girl for a month, not even a day, and I'm in love with her?! *

"George?" Hermione whispered, seeing the distant look in his dark hazel eyes.

"Yeah, Mione?" He started from his thoughts.

"I, um, c'mon, let's go outside, for some fresh air." Hermione stood, taking his hand, and pulling the taller boy to his feet.

George nodded, waved to the group, and followed Hermione, weaving in and out of the dancing crowd, to the back door, and out into Angelina's backyard.

She settled on a picnic table, patting the seat next to her. "Sit down." When George complied, she looked thoughtfully at him. "Did you mean what you just said?" Her voice was so soft, George strained his ears just to hear her.

"Yes, I did. I do." He sighed. "I don't know why, but ever since you fell on me flooing to the Burrow, I couldn't get you out of my mind. And now, I don't know, but every time I'm around you, the whole world seems to stop for just a moment. I've felt this kind of joy by just seeing you at dinner. And when I saw Fred kissing you, I just, well, it was the first time I had ever wanted to Avada my own twin. In that moment, I would have gladly killed him to be in his place. The only name I can put to it is, well, love."

Hermione smiled. "That's good, because I wouldn't want to think that the feelings I have are just an infatuation."

George stared at her a moment, registering what that meant. "Er, do you mean to say that you feel the same?" When she nodded, he grinned impishly. "Well, that settles that huh? I guess this means that I don't have to kill anyone for a kiss?"

"I think yesterday sort of proved you didn't. We snogged a good fifteen minutes."

"I think I need to test your theory, Miss Granger." George leaned forward, his lips a scant millimeter from hers, his breath warming her face.

Hermione found that, for the first time in history, she couldn't think, so she did the next best thing. She captured his lips with hers.

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A/N: Sorry so short, but I thought I'd stop there. Next chappie will be back at the Burrow with a lot more about the Goddess Incarnate and such. And I think I'm going to have to skip a few weeks, I mean, eight chapters about three days is just too much, if I continue to do that, I'll have a hundred chapters in no time. Sorry for the Fluffiness. It's so hard to ignore, you know. Don't forget to RR.

Love,

~Me~