A/N: Yes! I finally did something and the computer didn't mess up! I
actually wrote this chapter 3 different times because of technical problems
and each time it had been different. See if you like this one, enjoy!
A Little Granger to the Mix
Chapter 2
Although she had thought that the blind date would be a disaster, there was still that little part in Hermione that was afraid that this might just be the one. She had no idea why her heart would beat faster every time she thought they were having a good time, but she never really had to worry since they always ended in catastrophe.
As Hermione stayed up once again tonight with Ginny and waited for the red- head to return, thoughts ran through her head at a million words a minute. What are they doing right now? Has he kissed her yet? Is she a slut who would shamelessly throw herself at him? Would he let her? All these questions sent her frantic nerves into overdrive.
She prayed to the gods, the gods she used to believe in who would help her with her grades. Oh please studying gods, please don't let them have a good time!!!
A laugh. A familiar laugh rang through the living room and into the kitchen where Hermione and Ginny were sitting around enjoying their hot cocoa. Hermione's ears immediately perked up as a puppy's would. Was that a happy laugh? Was that a calm-before-the-storm laugh? Was that a kissing-on- first-date laugh? Worse still, was that a falling-madly-in-love laugh?
The mystery was too much and Hermione was on the verge of running into the room and throwing her scaldingly hot drink onto that undoubtedly tall, blond, busty airhead (that is usually the type Ginny would set her brothers up with). Thankfully, this wasn't necessary, since the object of her insanity walked straight through the swinging doors and approached them, a smile plastered on his face.
"See? Didn't I tell you? Isn't Margaret great?" Ginny said, her seemingly-innocent cerulean eyes lighting up. Hermione bit her bottom lip, anticipating his reply.
"Well, I'm not sure," he said, his eyes starting to look menacingly at his sister. The scary thing was, that grin was still on his face, as if it would take a wand to wipe it away. "There seemed to be a misunderstanding, my dear sister. Since the one who ended up meeting me at the restaurant was Margaret's gay twin brother, Mark."
A blink.
Stares.
Silence.
"Sorry?" a meek voice came from the red-headed girl as she looked up at her brother from behind her mug with puppy dog eyes.
"Oh, sorry isn't going to cut it. You are in so much trouble, Ginevra Weasley. And don't you tell anyone about this. Goodness knows that Ron and the twins would have a field day with it. But let me tell you, that is the LAST TIME I EVER go on a blind date and furthermore-"Percy's rant was interrupted when a sob came from the forgotten girl in the room.
Tears that she hadn't been aware of feel quickly down her cheeks like raindrops and formed tiny puddles on the oak kitchen table. Feelings that she couldn't explain or didn't want to explain erupted like a violent volcano and she could not seem stop the convulsions of her body or the violent sobs that tears through her heart. Yet, she knew she wasn't sad. It was relief. Relief that he had an awful time and didn't fall in love with someone behind her back. She was confused as to why she would feel that way, but still could not stop the tears from falling.
Seeing their friend in such distress, the present Weasleys acted quickly. Ginny scrambled to the cabinets to fetch her another mug of cocoa (the remedy to seemingly every problem to a woman in her early 20s) and Percy immediately put his arms around her shaking shoulders protectively.
"Hey, I'm not mad at you. Sh, it's all right." He continued to whisper soothing and comforting words in her ear, hoping to calm her nerves. Feeling his warmth and energy so near her, she turned into his embrace and buried her tear-soaked face into his crisp, white shirting. Her hands grasped desperately onto what she could of his shirt and she breathed in his scent. The smell of laundry detergent, old books and libraries filled her nostrils, finally calming her aching heart.
With a sigh, she lifted her head and met his eyes and found his gentle gaze focused on her as if she was all that mattered in the world. That combined with the feeling of warm, masculine arms around her waist made the moment almost magical, romantic. Feeling awkward at the fact that she was gazing lovingly into the eyes of someone whom she'd known since she was 11 (asides from the fact that they were a beautiful shade of hazel), she quickly averted her stare elsewhere.
She then noticed the wrinkles her hands had created on his shirt and quickly mumbled an apology as she tried to smooth the material out with her hands. "I'm so sorry," she whispered and turned her attention to his face to search for signs of irritation or even anger. She was surprised to find his eyes closed with a serene and mesmerized expression on his face.
He was reveling in her presence as he always did, but more so now because of the intimate position they were in. She felt frail and petite in his arms, completely different from the demanding and strict Ministry worker he was used to. The bossy best friend of his brother had grown into a beautiful young woman right under his nose and he hadn't even notice. Perhaps it is because she was always hiding behind something, either her books, her papers, her bushy hair, or her recently prescribed glasses. But now, their proximity made it clear to him who she was. There was nothing she could hide behind or from him. The strawberry scent of her suddenly soft hair (not at all as scratchy or wooly as he imagined) invaded his senses. What an uncommon and feminine scent for such a practical girl! His closed eyes helped him focus and center his thoughts around her and he shut out the world at that moment.
"Hermione!" A loud cry came from the other half of the kitchen. The moment was broken and the aura of romance and mystique was shattered and the two jumped away from each other as if they had been jolted by electricity. And perhaps they had.
Ginny finally turned her attention back to them. "Here you go," she said as she placed the mug in front of the previously-crying girl. "See? This is what happens when you yell." She said as she threw her brother a it's-all- your-fault look.
"Why, you—"
"I- I think I'm just going to go to bed. I'll see you guys tomorrow," Hermione said softly, still shaken from the shock she'd felt from their intimacy. She quickly gave Ginny the customary peck on the cheek and hesitantly did the same to Percy. His five-o-clock shadow felt raw against her skin, but not completely unpleasant. How would it feel on other parts of her body?
She shook the thoughts out of her head before she could proceed and ran up the stairs without looking back once, knowing that those hazel eyes would be staring right back at her.
A one-hour bath, half-hour blow drying, and 15 minutes of moisturizing later, Hermione realized that she was, indeed, head over heels for her best friends' older brother.
Two rooms over, a red haired man gave up his paperwork in frustration, having once again filled in HER name where he should be signing his own. It was official, though he would never admit it. He was done. His heart, much like his entire being, is stubborn as an ox and would not, ever, let go of the one person it had found shelter in. He was determined to add a new Mrs. Weasley to the house.
A Little Granger to the Mix
Chapter 2
Although she had thought that the blind date would be a disaster, there was still that little part in Hermione that was afraid that this might just be the one. She had no idea why her heart would beat faster every time she thought they were having a good time, but she never really had to worry since they always ended in catastrophe.
As Hermione stayed up once again tonight with Ginny and waited for the red- head to return, thoughts ran through her head at a million words a minute. What are they doing right now? Has he kissed her yet? Is she a slut who would shamelessly throw herself at him? Would he let her? All these questions sent her frantic nerves into overdrive.
She prayed to the gods, the gods she used to believe in who would help her with her grades. Oh please studying gods, please don't let them have a good time!!!
A laugh. A familiar laugh rang through the living room and into the kitchen where Hermione and Ginny were sitting around enjoying their hot cocoa. Hermione's ears immediately perked up as a puppy's would. Was that a happy laugh? Was that a calm-before-the-storm laugh? Was that a kissing-on- first-date laugh? Worse still, was that a falling-madly-in-love laugh?
The mystery was too much and Hermione was on the verge of running into the room and throwing her scaldingly hot drink onto that undoubtedly tall, blond, busty airhead (that is usually the type Ginny would set her brothers up with). Thankfully, this wasn't necessary, since the object of her insanity walked straight through the swinging doors and approached them, a smile plastered on his face.
"See? Didn't I tell you? Isn't Margaret great?" Ginny said, her seemingly-innocent cerulean eyes lighting up. Hermione bit her bottom lip, anticipating his reply.
"Well, I'm not sure," he said, his eyes starting to look menacingly at his sister. The scary thing was, that grin was still on his face, as if it would take a wand to wipe it away. "There seemed to be a misunderstanding, my dear sister. Since the one who ended up meeting me at the restaurant was Margaret's gay twin brother, Mark."
A blink.
Stares.
Silence.
"Sorry?" a meek voice came from the red-headed girl as she looked up at her brother from behind her mug with puppy dog eyes.
"Oh, sorry isn't going to cut it. You are in so much trouble, Ginevra Weasley. And don't you tell anyone about this. Goodness knows that Ron and the twins would have a field day with it. But let me tell you, that is the LAST TIME I EVER go on a blind date and furthermore-"Percy's rant was interrupted when a sob came from the forgotten girl in the room.
Tears that she hadn't been aware of feel quickly down her cheeks like raindrops and formed tiny puddles on the oak kitchen table. Feelings that she couldn't explain or didn't want to explain erupted like a violent volcano and she could not seem stop the convulsions of her body or the violent sobs that tears through her heart. Yet, she knew she wasn't sad. It was relief. Relief that he had an awful time and didn't fall in love with someone behind her back. She was confused as to why she would feel that way, but still could not stop the tears from falling.
Seeing their friend in such distress, the present Weasleys acted quickly. Ginny scrambled to the cabinets to fetch her another mug of cocoa (the remedy to seemingly every problem to a woman in her early 20s) and Percy immediately put his arms around her shaking shoulders protectively.
"Hey, I'm not mad at you. Sh, it's all right." He continued to whisper soothing and comforting words in her ear, hoping to calm her nerves. Feeling his warmth and energy so near her, she turned into his embrace and buried her tear-soaked face into his crisp, white shirting. Her hands grasped desperately onto what she could of his shirt and she breathed in his scent. The smell of laundry detergent, old books and libraries filled her nostrils, finally calming her aching heart.
With a sigh, she lifted her head and met his eyes and found his gentle gaze focused on her as if she was all that mattered in the world. That combined with the feeling of warm, masculine arms around her waist made the moment almost magical, romantic. Feeling awkward at the fact that she was gazing lovingly into the eyes of someone whom she'd known since she was 11 (asides from the fact that they were a beautiful shade of hazel), she quickly averted her stare elsewhere.
She then noticed the wrinkles her hands had created on his shirt and quickly mumbled an apology as she tried to smooth the material out with her hands. "I'm so sorry," she whispered and turned her attention to his face to search for signs of irritation or even anger. She was surprised to find his eyes closed with a serene and mesmerized expression on his face.
He was reveling in her presence as he always did, but more so now because of the intimate position they were in. She felt frail and petite in his arms, completely different from the demanding and strict Ministry worker he was used to. The bossy best friend of his brother had grown into a beautiful young woman right under his nose and he hadn't even notice. Perhaps it is because she was always hiding behind something, either her books, her papers, her bushy hair, or her recently prescribed glasses. But now, their proximity made it clear to him who she was. There was nothing she could hide behind or from him. The strawberry scent of her suddenly soft hair (not at all as scratchy or wooly as he imagined) invaded his senses. What an uncommon and feminine scent for such a practical girl! His closed eyes helped him focus and center his thoughts around her and he shut out the world at that moment.
"Hermione!" A loud cry came from the other half of the kitchen. The moment was broken and the aura of romance and mystique was shattered and the two jumped away from each other as if they had been jolted by electricity. And perhaps they had.
Ginny finally turned her attention back to them. "Here you go," she said as she placed the mug in front of the previously-crying girl. "See? This is what happens when you yell." She said as she threw her brother a it's-all- your-fault look.
"Why, you—"
"I- I think I'm just going to go to bed. I'll see you guys tomorrow," Hermione said softly, still shaken from the shock she'd felt from their intimacy. She quickly gave Ginny the customary peck on the cheek and hesitantly did the same to Percy. His five-o-clock shadow felt raw against her skin, but not completely unpleasant. How would it feel on other parts of her body?
She shook the thoughts out of her head before she could proceed and ran up the stairs without looking back once, knowing that those hazel eyes would be staring right back at her.
A one-hour bath, half-hour blow drying, and 15 minutes of moisturizing later, Hermione realized that she was, indeed, head over heels for her best friends' older brother.
Two rooms over, a red haired man gave up his paperwork in frustration, having once again filled in HER name where he should be signing his own. It was official, though he would never admit it. He was done. His heart, much like his entire being, is stubborn as an ox and would not, ever, let go of the one person it had found shelter in. He was determined to add a new Mrs. Weasley to the house.