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Chapter 12: Breakfast in Bed
"Rise and shine sleepyhead," George cooed as he walked into Hermione's room the next morning. She smiled as she emerged from sleep, remembering the night before. George perched on the side of her bed and pushed a lock of brown hair from her forehead, watching her adoringly.
"What's this?" She asked, sleepily, as he placed a tray on her lap.
"Breakfast in bed," he announced jovially. Hermione looked at him in surprise.
"You made this? It looks so, so edible!" She exclaimed. George glared at her but kissed her playfully. She kissed him back, barely believing this was truly happening.
"Well I did use magic," he admitted after breaking apart from her. "But I did make it all myself." He grinned at her proudly. She sampled a bite of eggs from the tray and was shocked to find them not only edible, but delicious too. Hermione smiled at her own discovery of George's hidden cooking talent, wondering how many other secrets of his she could uncover. Suddenly her mouth went dry. She put her fork down carefully and bit her lip a little.
"Do you do this often?" She asked, not quite making eye contact with his wide, bright blue eyes..
"Do what?"
"Make girls breakfast in bed." She tried to keep things playful, joking, but she couldn't hide the serious look in her eyes. It was important to her to know that she mattered, that she wasn't just another of his…. It suddenly dawned on him the meaning behind her questions. He raised her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
"No Hermione, I do not do this often," he answered her seriously. He could see relief wash over her face as she relaxed a little.
"Thanks," she whispered a little, leaning forward to kiss him.
"For what?" He murmured as one arm snaked around her waist and the other removed the breakfast tray from her lap.
"Everything," she smiled as their lips met again.
A few minutes later they were forced to break apart when a scream resonated through Hermione's apartment. George looked up startled, fear coursing though his eyes, but Hermione only sighed and fell back into her pillows; she recognized that scream.
"Graceeee," she groaned as she disentangled herself from George, angry at her friend for interrupting. When George and Hermione appeared in the doorway of her bedroom, Grace's screams turned into squeals. She did not appear embarrassed in the least that she had caught George and Hermione so red faced, swollen lipped, and disheveled.
"Oh my God! You guysssss," she squealed, obviously excited that they had finally gotten together.
"Are you going to tell me what you were screaming about, or just keep gawking at us?" Hermione asked giving her friend an icy stare despite the burning of her blushed cheeks. Grace had to think a moment before remembering what exactly she'd been screaming about. Hermione rolled her eyes at Grace's absentmindedness.
"Oh, I remember now. Your kitchen! It's like a tornado went through it. I thought you'd been kidnapped or something." Hermione turned around to stare questioningly at George. He looked sheepish, like a naughty little child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"I thought you said you cooked by magic," Hermione asked, a tiny smile playing across her lips.
"Well I tried to cook the muggle way first…it just…didn't go so well," George explained. Hermione led the way to her kitchen to investigate the situation. She let out a gasp as she peeked in. The kitchen was in complete chaos. There was something slightly green bubbling out of a pot on the stove. An entire package of bacon was stuffed into the toaster, which could have been disaster, Hermione thought with a shudder, except that the toaster was unplugged. The kitchen sink was overflowing with…spaghetti? Flour was scattered everywhere, though Hermione had no idea what George would have been trying to use it for. There were grapes smashed on the floor and a puddle of orange juice pooling around a very sticky kitten. George looked around the kitchen for a moment and then made a dash for the door. Hermione was expecting this, though, and grabbed him around the waist.
"No no no, you are not going anywhere," she told him. He looked at her worriedly, hoping she was not about to unleash her wrath on him. However, her big brown eyes were sparkling and all of a sudden she burst out laughing. She really couldn't help it. The look on his face was priceless. "You are just so cute," she giggled. He swooped in for another kiss, relieved that she wasn't angry. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she deepened the kiss. Grace just stood rooted to the ground beaming.
"Awww," she said, more to herself than either Hermione or George.
"Graceeee," Hermione warned, pulling away from George for a moment.
"Ok, ok, I'm going," and with a little pop, she was gone. Hermione turned back to George to continue the kissing. She still couldn't believe that she had spent the morning kissing George Weasley.
"Hermione?" George asked.
"Mmm," she murmured as he kissed neck.
"Come to the Burrow with me," he whispered.
"Ok," she replied. She hadn't really meant to agree to going to the Burrow with him, but at that particular moment her thoughts were otherwise occupied.
A/N: Hi everyone, sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. I hope to write another, longer one, soon! Please read and review as always and let me know if you like where this is going or if you want to see any changes or anything. Thanks!