A/N: Sorry for the slowness on updating, got caught up on school.But anyway,thought I'd post chapters two and three.Happy reading!
Hermione woke up to her room of complete darkness. Nothing made a sound, except for the few crickets that were roaming outside. She had almost thought that she was at home, but soon remembered, as a tear fell down her cheek, that she wouldn't be returning home anytime soon.
Checking the watch that her mother had given her for her last birthday, she realized that it was about quarter after three in the morning. That would explain the total darkness she thought, almost laughing.
Removing the covers from around her,Hermione grabbed one of Ginny's sweatshirts and slipped into a pair of flipflops. Being careful not to wake Ginny, she crept silently across the room, out the door, and down the stairs. In the kitchen, as she suspected, there was no one there. She didn't feel like sitting inside the house any longer, though, so she slid the back door open, and headed outside. There she found a bench next to the lake,and so she sat.
In fact, she sat there until she could see the sun start to peek up over the horizon. Figuring that the Weasleys' would be up soon, she made her way back inside. In the kitchen, it was complete chaos. Well it may have seemed like chaos to the rest of the world,but Hermione knew this scene to be the regular breakfast ritual of the family of fiery redheads.
They almost didn't notice her as she headed back towards the stairs. In fact, she was hoping they wouldn't. But, as it would happen, George spotted her. Being his loud and unsympathetic self, he shouted over the business of breakfast, "Morning to ya, 'Mione! Where haveyou been?" Hermione just kinda stood there, embarassed, and said nothing. Mrs. Weasley told George off for talking to her like that,at a time like this, and he shrunk back down in his chair.
She then became as invisible as possible, and trudged back upstairs. She took comfort in knowing that everyone was worried for her and cared about her,but she wished that everyone would just leave her alone. For the first time in the last days she had been here, she finally felt like reading. People knew her as being a full-blown bookworm, but when tragedy strikes, reading isn't on the top of the priority list. She curled up with a book that she found on the floor, and began to read about some odd sort of dragons.
Althought she had slept a lot in the last few day, she fell asleep once again,in the armchair, book still opened to the last page she read. She had thought the recent situation was about as odd as life could get, but her dream that afternoon was even stranger.
She stepped out of a doorway onto a long gray path; she could feel the mist on her skin. At the end of the path was...Ron? "Ron, what are you doing here?" She questioned almost vioceless. He must not have heard what she siad, because he just grabbed her hand as a man in a suit turned to them. "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." Ron leaned in towards her; she knew what would happen next. Just as his lips almost touched hers, she screamed, and was once again in the armchair in Ginny's room. "'Mione?It's okay, it was justa dream," A hand brushed her forehead, and she blinked up to see George, the boy who had embarassed her a few hours before. "George," she gazed at him sleepily, " What are you doing here?" He just smiled down at her, gave her a hug, and left the room.
What the hell? First a marriage dream about Ron and then seeing George as soon as I wake up? Is it just a Weasley thing,then? Why was he in here anyway? Well it is his house,afterall...
A million thoughts were racing through her mind. Her dreams were telling her that she was supposed to forever be with Ron, yet George had been there for her. Decisions,decisions... and that was when she found herself,longing for..George.
But he's so much older than me. Probably not more mature (not many people are) But then again, he's quite dishy,eh? Stop it,Hermione. Stop thinking about your best friend's (and supposed to be lover's?) brother!
It was hopeless. She couldn't stop thinkign about him, so she decided to take matters into her own hands.