Disclaimer: I still don't own anything but the plot, otherwise, I'd be making big money off these stories and Ron would be less of an idiot.

Day Three- A New Look

The next morning, Hermione awoke to a girl's screams. Immediately she bolted up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Parvati, who had been standing next to her bed, said, "Your hair."

"Oh," Hermione replied, lying back down, "something's always wrong with it. I'm going back to sleep."

"No, I mean something's really wrong with it. It's really long and bright green."

Hermione popped up again and ran for the nearest mirror. Parvati wasn't lying; her normally shoulder-length hair was now all the way down to her butt and bright neon green. Hermione just looked at her reflection while saying, "I'm going to kill him. I am going to kill them."

"Kill who? Who did this to you?"

"George and Fred, they must have thought it would be funny, making me even more horrible looking," Hermione stated while running her fingers though her hair, it didn't seem to be a wig they had simply glued to her head.

"George? Why would he do such a thing? Aren't you two dating?" Parvati asked, everyone had concluded that it was George she was dating since Fred already had someone.

Hermione shook her head. "I am not dating George, nor any member of the Weasley family, and no, I am not dating Harry."

Parvati raised an eyebrow. "And you honestly expect me to believe that? I was there along with everyone else two days ago. Besides, everyone sees those looks you keep on shooting each other." Then moving on to the next subject, she asked, "So when is the wedding?"

"Parvati Patil, I am not marrying George Weasley, and that is final."

"If you say so, but I'll tell you now, I expect to be part of the procession."

Seeing there was no way she was going to get Parvati to believe her, Hermione replied, "Of course, you'll be one of my bride's maids, along with Lavender and Fleur. Ginny will be my maid of honor seeing as he's her older brother and she's almost like my sister."

The girl clapped her hands. "Good, now where will the ceremony be?"

"Probably out in a field of some kind. You know the Weasley boys, they like the open air and hate the stuffy confinements of a building, especially a school," Hermione answered as she started to dress.

"That certainly is true. What color are the bride's maid dresses going to be?"

"Maybe a pale blue and they'll be simple. Nothing too elaborate or puffy, with no lace."

"Of course. But what about your dress?"

"It'll simple too, a corset top with a swirling skirt, and a veil."

"Is it going to be white?" Parvati asked with obvious curiosity.

Hermione blushed but continued to straighten her robes. She thought, I must be going insane, I'm planning my wedding to a man I'm obviously never going to marry. Out loud she replied, "Of course it will be white. George hasn't gotten anything, and that's the truth."

The girls started on their way to the Great Hall, talking all the way about what flowers there would be and exectera. Once they had actually entered the hall, Parvati went to go talk with her friends in the different houses, while Hermione went to go join Ron and Harry.

Once she had sat down, Ron asked, "What's happened to your head?"

"George. He thought it might be funny to dye my hair green and make it longer. Leave it up to him to make my appearance even worse than before."

Harry asked, "Why did you take so long getting down here? Usually you're the one on time for everything, including breakfast."

"I was talking to Parvati about my wedding."

Ron looked as though he was about to die. "Wh-who are you ma-marrying?"

"Your brother," she stated simply.

In a spit second, Ron had gone from deathly white to boiling red. He nearly yelled, "My brother? Which one? I have got five of them you know."

Hermione only said, "George." Then seeing George walking up to join them, she said, "Well, speak of the devil."

Seeing his brother, Ron yelled, "You bloody git!"

George simply nodded his head toward his brother. "Nice to see you too, brother dear." Then to Hermione he said, "Stand up."

"Why? You're not going to carry me again are you? Because I can walk."

George ignored her as he stepped up onto the bench and onto the table, everyone around him immediately moving their plates and any trays. Hermione looked up at him, he looked so serious. He tapped his wand against his throat and said, "Hello, everyone. If I could just have your attention for a moment." The charm he had used magnified his voice throughout the hall, and everyone, including the teachers, was now looking at him.

He continued, "Thank you. I have but one thing to say. I, George Weasley, am in love. With Miss Hermione Granger." He then tapped his throat again and got off the table.

Hermione and Harry just stared at him, shocked beyond words. And Ron, well he resembled a lobster fresh out of pot now. Dumbledore was the first to respond though. He said, "Well, we wish you the best of luck, Mr. Weasley. And congratulations."

With the silence broken, everyone turned back to their tables, whispering about what they'd just heard. Ron burst. "You told me you weren't dating him!"

"I'm not dating George, he's just being an idiot," Hermione replied, finally able to find her voice again and looking at the boy in question.

"Then what was that all about? And why are you planning your wedding to him?"

Now George was studying her. "You were planning our wedding?"

"Don't change the subject. Why did you just tell everyone that lie?" Hermione fired back at him.

"How do you know it's not true?" he asked. Then he leaned forward and kissed her. Right on the mouth. Hermione was too shocked to do anything, even push him away, after a moment she lost herself and kissed him too. That shocked him, though he didn't try to move, somewhere in his head a voice said, Try to keep it on as long as you can, because she's going to kill you as soon as she regains her mind.

Finally, the two broke apart as whistles were let out, though they still stood close to one another. Suddenly, Ron stood up and yelled at Hermione, "You know what, Hermione? I'm tired of your lies. It's obvious something is going on between you. So I'm just going to get out of your way. Have all the fun you want with my brother!" With that he stomped away.

"Hermione, what is going on?" Harry asked his friend. "First, we hear that you're dating George, which you deny, and you begin to play pranks, just like the twins. Then George makes that announcement and he kisses you. What are we supposed to think?" Then he was gone too, though in a less dramatic way.

Hermione sighed, trying to think of what she could say to her two best friends. She lost her concentration when George whispered, "Like you said, all's fair in love and war."

Concentration wasn't the only thing Hermione lost either. "You bumbling idiot. How could you? To sink that low. My two best friends now hate me, and one of them is your brother."

"Well you were the one that dressed me and my twin up in mini skirts and tank tops; we couldn't walk down a hallway with out someone whistling. Then you made it so that we fell down everything five seconds, showing the rest of our behinds to the world."

Neither seemed to notice that they were both shouting and that everyone in the hall that wasn't deaf was staring at them, listening intently. Hermione fired back, "What's the matter if a couple of guys see your behind, if what Dumbledore said before about all the girls drooling at your feet was true, than no doubt you've already shown half the girls. Besides, you made it so that all my books were in Greek. My books. And that was after making everyone think that I was dating you. This morning, after discovering that you had dyed my hair green, I was planning our wedding with Parvati."

"Our wedding? Our wedding? I wouldn't marry you, Granger, if you were the last living thing on the face of the Earth," George retorted. "And I don't see why you're complaining about your hair, if anything we've improved your looks. From where we started it would have been nearly impossible to make them any worse."

That was it, he had hit a nerve causing Hermione to lash out and punch him right in the face. While he tried to spot the blood from spurting out his nose, his twin and friend, Lee Jordan, came to his rescue. Fred muttered a quick spell that caused Hermione to enter a daze. Then to his brother, Fred said, "You better be glad that Hermione forgot that she was a witch or might be dead right now."

George quickly nodded his head. "I know, I know." Since he was still covering his nose, his usually deep voice came out very nasally. Then, noticing everyone staring at him, he added, "What are you looking at? Ain't you ever seen a fight or are you just plain stupid?" Everyone still continued to stare; it was all just too entertaining to stop.

Fred said, "George, let's get you to Pomfrey, I think your girlfriend there may have broken your nose. And speaking of Hermione, we might as well bring her with us; after all, we can't just leave her here in a daze." Fred picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. "Let's go."

The Weasley twins exited the Great Hall, holding their heads high, though they knew that now the entire school knew that they, the Princes of Jokes, Fools, and Pranks, had been outdone by the stuffy, bookworm that was Hermione Granger. Fred was both embarrassed and mad, while George, on the other hand, was still kicking himself over what he had said earlier. He thought, It's not like I actually believe anything that I said, she's not ugly. She's actually quite pretty. Realizing his thoughts, George shook his head, he must be going insane, he's just called Hermione Granger pretty!

A few minutes later, George was sitting on the edge of a bed while Madam Pomfrey fixed his nose, for Hermione had indeed broken it. She asked, "How in the world did you do this, George? Get into another fight with your brother? What over this time? That girl that you brought in with you?"

Over their years at Hogwarts, Fred and George had often had to stop in the hospital wing of the school. Sometimes because of an accident during Quidditch, other times because a plan had backfired or because the recipient of one of their jokes wasn't too happy. Everyone assumed that Madam Pomfrey was cold and mean, but the twins had learned that from talking with her, that she could be quite nice.

George shook his head, causing Madam Pomfrey to stop healing his nose until he quit. Then he replied, "Actually, it was that girl that did this to me."

Madam Pomfrey couldn't hold back her laugh. "That little thing did this? I can't say I'm not surprised, after all, you have got to be at least twice her size, not to mention that there are two of you."

"Well, obviously you've never had to face the wrath of Miss Hermione Granger," Fred retorted.

Madam Pomfrey glanced at the girl who was now sitting on an empty hospital bed. "That's Hermione Granger?"

"Yes, she is. I believe she was slightly miffed because I told the entire school that I loved her," George supplied.

"Did you tell her that you loved her beforehand?"

"No, I didn't."

"That's why then. Girls don't like to be the last to know things," Madam Pomfrey advised. Then taking another look at Hermione, she added, "I never thought I'd see the day that George Weasley fell for a girl. Especially one like Miss Granger."

George blushed; he couldn't tell her the actual reason Hermione had punched him. He just replied, "Well, today is a day for surprises."

"What happened to her hair though?" the nurse asked.

Fred coughed and George replied. "We sort of…a…dyed her hair green."

Madam Pomfrey sighed and shook her head. "Just keep digging yourself further and further into that hole, George. You're done now, anyway. So get back to your classes and take that spell off your girlfriend."

George nodded and picked Hermione up, throwing her over his shoulder. Before they left, he said, "I'll have someone else release her once I'm far away."

Fred and George were walking down the hall after dropping Hermione off in Transfiguration, they had told Harry to release her from the charm once they had gotten at least a ten minute head start, when George suddenly commented, "I can't believe she said that."

"You can't believe who said what, George?"

"I can't believe that Hermione said that I've probably already shown my bottom to half the girls here."

Fred rolled her eyes. "George, she said that at breakfast and you just now remembered?"

"I was paying more attention to the fact that my nose was spurting blood!" he replied. Then calming down, he asked, "What do you think she meant by it?"

"George, did Dad not have that little talk with you? You know, the one with the birds and the bees?" Fred replied, trying to keep the grin off his face, and failing miserably.

George simply knocked his brother upside the head and said, "As matter of fact, he did. I don't know why he gave it to you though; it's pretty obvious you won't need to know anything about it."

"Please. The girls flock around me; they obviously know the smarter, handsomer, and more charming twin."

"Actually, Fred, I think you're confusing yourself with me."

"Anyway, why do you care what Hermione thinks? She is only a bookworm and a spoilsport. That is, unless, you really are in love with her?" Fred asked, shaking his head.

"Of course, I'm not in love with her. Like you said, she's nothing more than a stuffy bookworm and a horrible spoilsport," George replied, though Fred did notice that it sounded as though his brother was trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

As they continued on their way, Fred thought, You know, if George is starting to feel something, this could make things as bit more interesting. Especially with the way Ron stares at her.