Disclaimer: See the multiple chapters before this. I don't own it. Oh, and I don't own Rod Stewart's 'Have I told You'

DOUBLE TROUBLE

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

"Hermione! Wait!" George scrambled towards the staircase that led up to the girls' dormitories.

"What do you want?!" She turned around, her cinnamon eyes flashing.

"I swear to you! I didn't kiss her!"

"I SAW YOU!" Hermione growled, narrowing her eyes.

"NO! I wouldn't do you that way!" George grabbed her hand, pulling her down from her perch halfway up the stairs.

"Get off of me!"

"No."

"Let me go!"

"No."

"NOW!"

"Nope."

"GEORGE ORION WEASLEY!!!" Hermione struggled against the pin of his arms, inadvertently registering how muscular he really was. *Gods bless Quidditch! * "LET ME GO!"

"Hermione Leigh Granger." George nuzzled her hair. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" Hermione sagged against him, Rod Stewart's wonderful song filtering through her head. She didn't remember ever having mentioned that Rod Stewart was her father's favorite artist. . .and hers.

"Have I told you there's no one else above you?" She continued.

"You fill my heart with gladness. Take away all my sadness. Ease my troubles, that's what you do." George pulled her closer. "Trust me." He whispered in her ear. "You are more than enough girl for me. I wouldn't ever dream of hurting you. I love you. I need you." George thanked Harry silently for telling him that Hermione was totally infatuated with Rod Stewart songs. "You fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness."

"Ease my troubles, that's what you do." Hermione whispered, burying her head in his shoulder, taking a deep breath. "I love you too, George." Suddenly, she stiffened, catching sight of the other girl, the one who seemed to want to make her life a living Hell. "Excuse me a minute love." Hermione detached herself from his arms as gently as she could, anger pushing out the strong love that laced her heart, or perhaps it just was reinforced by the obvious green-eyed jealousy that snapped in the cinnamon eyes. Hermione pushed past George, her eyes focusing on what she now considered her arch nemesis within the Gryffindor house. "Rebecca is it?"

Rebecca grinned, "Yeah, Mudblood, right?"

Hermione smirked. She walked over to the smaller girl, her eyes roving over her, taking in the lifeless, lank, greasy blonde hair, strange colorless, malice-filled eyes, pale skin, and overall bad grooming habits. Hermione felt her right hand clench, as anger pulsed beneath her very calm surface.

"What? Got a staring problem? Sad because I took your boyfriend? Because, honestly, who would want a Mudblood when they could have a classy Pureblood like me?" Rebecca flashed a sickly sweet smile at odds with her biting words, and Hermione couldn't control her actions.

Hermione's fist slammed into the other girl's snub nose, bone splintering with an oddly satisfying crunch beneath the hand that ground into Rebecca's face. Blood marred Rebecca's milky white skin, as she grabbed her already purple nose, a cry of shock and pain echoing in the deathly still common room.

"Now, skank, keep your filthy hands off my boyfriend." Hermione stated, wiping her blood covered hand on the other girl's shirt, and then turned to an equally shocked George. "So, I'm going to bed, I'll see you in the morning, love. Meet me for breakfast?"

George stared at Hermione for a moment, then grinned hugely, "But of course, milady. About sevenish?"

"Better make it seven thirty, I think I'm going to sleep in."

"As you wish." George bowed deeply, catching hold of Hermione's right hand, and kissing the back of it with a flourish. "Until the morrow my love!" He stayed bowed until Hermione had ascended the stairs, and then straightened, glaring at the sobbing girl. "I'd suggest you'd go to Madame Pomfrey for that nasty broken nose you got falling down the stairs, eh?" And then he too made his way to his dorm, leaving Rebecca in the now empty common room.

***

"GEORGE ORION WEASLEY!!"

"What is it Mya, my sweet? Can I not escort my girl down to breakfast this fine morning, slugger?"

"GEORGE!" Hermione giggled, twisting and turning, trying to slide off George's shoulder, where she was currently flipped over.

"Mione, what in the-HARRY JAMES POTTER!"

"I see London, I see France, I see Mione's under-" Ron oofed, Lavender collaring Ron in the back of the head.

"LAVENDER!" Both girls chorused, Ginny from Harry's shoulder, and Hermione from George's. "SAVE US!!"

"Now, now, girls." Fred grinned evilly, holding open the portrait hole for George and Harry, "Thank you for riding the Weasley-Potter express, and please, enjoy your ride!"

The boys exited with two squealing, squirming girls in tow.

"Now there goes a sight you don't see everyday." Draco whistled, "I think I saw. . ."

"Don't finish that sentence, Draco." Pansy warned, staring at a very peeved blonde who sat in the corner, her nose swollen with a faint but definite little crook in it.

"Shall we, Pansy darling?" Draco took her hand, bouncing Melody on his hip, as the little girl pouted because she was left out of the fun.

"We shall."

***

The Great Hall suddenly stopped whatever conversations were going on, staring at the scene in front of them. Most of the kids had just gotten used to the idea of the famous Potter and the infamous Malfoy actually becoming friends, only to find a very embarrassed Hermione practically flashing the entirety of the school upon the shoulders of one of the Weasley twins, and then, lo and behold, the Weasley girl was in the same predicament with the famous Potter.

A few wolf whistles and some very loud applause caused the blushing girls to start squealing again, at which the boys all but dropped them.

"George Weasley, I swear, if you EVER, and I mean EVER DO THAT AGAIN, I will personally HEX YOU INTO THE MIDDLE OF NEXT WEEK!" Hermione tugged her skirt down to a suitable length, her face as red as the infamous Weasley hair.

George waggled his eyebrows at Hermione, a wolfish grin sliding across his face. "C'mon Mya, you know you enjoyed it. I certainly did. And so did most of the school population, at least the male population."

"Oh sure. . ." Blaise Zabini drawled from his place at the head of the Slytherin table. "Like we want to see-"

Pansy strode in about that time with Draco, her eyes fixing on the Slytherin. "Blaise, now, what have I told you about manners?" She cracked her knuckles for reinforcement and Blaise quickly shut his mouth. "C'mon, I'm starving." She grabbed the two blushing girls and ushered them to the table. "Oh, and Blaise, I wouldn't eat the oatmeal if I were you." She called over her shoulder. Half the Slytherin table suddenly dropped their spoons, while Blaise turned a very sick shade of green.

"Pansy, you didn't!" Hermione exclaimed, scandalized.

"No, but then again, he doesn't know that."

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A/N: I'm trying to work on humor. Honestly, I'm no good at it, but then. . .I like my humor, if a little stupid. Don't forget to RR.

Love,

~Me~