Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own anything except the plot. Oh, I also own the character Rosella Goode.
A/N:Sorry, it took so long everyone.
Day Four- Orange and Purple
The next day, Hermione wasn't too pleased, especially after rehearing everything from Harry. Now even more people were asking about her nonexistent relationship with George, and also Ron seemed to be mad still, or if it was at all possible, even madder. But Hermione had a plan to get them back, and all it would take was one simple potion that she had brewed the day before.
She sat at the Gryffindor table, quietly eating her breakfast while waiting for the twins. Finally they came in and took their usual places next from Hermione and across from Harry; Ron was off sitting with some Hufflepuff girl, Rose Greene maybe.
"So, Hermione dear, how are you feeling this fine morning?" George finally asked as he poured himself and his brother a glass of orange juice.
Smiling sweetly, she replied, "Fine, George honey, and how about you?"
He nodded. "As well as to be expected, after all, we do still have to go to class."
"Yes, well, I would just like to say that I am very happy that you finally got our relationship out in the open. I just feel so much better," Hermione answered as they both took a sip from their glass.
Both of them tried to hold back their shock, instead of denying it as they had planned, she was simply going to go along with it. But then it was what happened after that that shocked them the most. Hermione actually leaned over to George, who was sitting right next to him, and kissed him on the lips.
Trying to keep up with her, Fred said, "Please don't, at least not right in front of me. I really don't want to have to see that, and I don't even want to know what you do when I'm not around."
Hermione noticed that the twins were now staring to change color slightly, and not to red either, George was starting to turn purple while Fred was more of an orange. Yes, just keep them talking, they won't even realize it that way.
She replied, "Don't worry, Fred. We'll be sure to name our first child after you. I was thinking Fredrik James Weasley. How do you feel about the name, sweetie?" she then asked George.
Took all of George's willpower not to spit his orange juice all over Harry. In as calm a tone he could muster, he asked, "It's a very nice name, dear. But what if it's a girl?"
"Oh, that's easy. Frieda Jaime Weasley."
George shook his head, trying to clear his head. Finally, he said, "That's very nice dear. But you know my mother; she'd want us to get married first."
"Well, you know I already have the entire thing planned, Parvati helped me. The only thing I'm waiting for is for a certain red-haired man to ask me," replied Hermione in a voice completely indifferent of any emotion.
With her words, George's mind flashed back to what she had said the day before, "This morning, after discovering that you had dyed my hair green, I was planning our wedding with Parvati." Those were her exact words. Trying to cover his thoughts, he said, "Well, you know dear, I'm not entirely sure I'm ready to settle down yet. I am only seventeen."
George and Fred were getting brighter and brighter with each second, though luckily they still hadn't noticed. Hermione cried out, "What? Are you saying you don't want to marry me? I thought you loved me, George Weasley."
Now everyone was listening to their conversation. Glancing around, he knew he wasn't prepared with an act, and he couldn't seem to think up one off the top of his head. So just as loudly, he said, "Of course I do. Just maybe in a year or two, not next week. I need some time to adjust after all, but don't worry; we'll get married and have that lovely house you've always dreamed of."
Hermione smiled and nodded, but still everyone continued to stare at George. Both the Weasley twins continued to wolf down their breakfast and tried to ignore the looks of everyone around them, after all, they simply thought it was because of the scene that had just gone on. After a few minutes though, they were beginning to wonder why no one else had turned back to their meal.
Finally, Harry answered their unspoken question by stating, "You're purple."
Not understanding though, George replied, "Actually, I'm George."
Hermione shook her head. "No, honey, Harry means that you're actually purple," she said over dramatically.
The twins looked down at their own skins and let out a scream of surprise, making everyone in the hall laugh. Somewhere from the Hufflepuff table, Hermione heard Ron say, "Not a very good way to treat her future husband, if you ask me." Then she heard some girl's answer, "Ron, don't say such a thing. She probably only meant it as a joke. Really, you'd think that after growing up with those two you'd have some sense of humor." Ron replied, "You know I was joking, Rosella."
That's right, Hermione thought, Ron's not going out with a Rose Greene, but Rosella Goode. Good thing she's patient, she's going to have to be if she's dating that git. Then to George, she asked, "Honey, why are you purple?"
Through gritted teeth, George replied, "I think you know why, dear." He took out his wand and waved it at her, muttering something she couldn't hear.
But when she tried to ask him what he'd did, what came out was, "George, you are the most absolute wonderful man I know." Hearing herself, speak, she glared at him and said, "I love you."
Fred smiled. "Hermione, everyone in this school knows you love George."
Harry asked, "Hermione, what exactly are you saying?"
"George is very talented and very handsome, I can't imagine my life without him," Hermione blurted out, but Harry just continued to look at her oddly. No, I meant to say that George just put a spell on me that makes me sing all his praises and that I hate him.
"Oh, I got this," one of the kids at the table stated. Then he asked, "Tú hablas ingles?"
Hermione just looked at him strange. "You're an idiot but my George is a genius."
"She really is acting strange," the kid continued.
"Okay, Hermione, I have a question for you. How do you really feel about George?" Harry asked slowly.
Hermione frowned but said, "I love George with all my heart and I can't wait until we're married and I get to bare his children."
"Way too much information there, Hermione. That has just put the most disturbing picture in my head," Fred stated.
"Oh, what's it a picture of?" she asked. No, I meant to say 'stop it, and get your mind out of the gutter'. I'm really going to have to kill them later.
"Well, you and my brother and eww! You just brought it back, and it was gone."
George laughed and said, "Well, Hermione, as much as I would love to continue this and find out what else you think of me. I do think it is time for your Transfiguration class with McGonagall."
She looked around and saw that people were indeed starting to pack up to go to their next class. Grudgingly, she grabbed her bag and stood up. She said, "I'm going to marry you," before stomping away to the transfiguration classroom.
George called out behind her, "I love you too, sweet."
Behind her, Harry and Ron followed, quietly whispering about this sudden and seemingly unwilling change of heart from Hermione.
In class, Hermione tried her best to hide while still paying attention and plan a way to kill a certain Weasley, and for once, it wasn't Ron. Unfortunately, her attempts to hide failed, for Professor McGonagall said, "Miss Granger, perhaps you can answer the question. I have yet to hear from you this class period."
Hermione took a deep breath ad replied, "I don't know, but maybe you could ask my George later. He's a genius."
Everyone in the class stared at her. Finally, Professor McGonagall asked, "Excuse me, Miss Granger?"
Without even meaning to, Hermione stated, "George Weasley. He's the most handsome, intelligent, charming, and gentlemanly boy in this entire school."
"Miss Granger, this is Transfiguration class, I would therefore appreciate it if you stuck to the topic at hand instead of speaking only about your boyfriend."
"One day, I'm going to marry George. Parvati, Ginny, Fleur, and Lavender are going to be in my procession," Hermione commented, turning even redder with each word.
"Miss Granger, I am completely serious. If you so much as mention George Weasley in such a fashion during my class, I will give you a detention."
"I love George."
"That's it, Miss Granger. Detention," Professor McGonagall said. Then she proceeded to turn the conversation and the entire rest of the class, who'd been hanging on every word, back to the topic of the day.
Harry whispered, "Hermione, have you gone completely mental? You just got a detention."
Ron just looked at her with a look that could have killed a basilisk on the stop. The rest of the class passed as normal, with Hermione planning George's death even more violently than before, mainly just for ruining her perfect record.
By lunch, she had the perfect plan. Hurriedly, she left the Great Hall and made her way to the Owlery, scribbling a note as she went. She tired the note to an owl and shoed it off to its destination. Now she only had to wait.
It was dinner before he showed up. Hermione, Harry, Fred, and George were all sitting at the Gryffindor table, Ron was at the Ravenclaw's again, when the doors blew open and he ran in. He immediately made his way to their table and sat across from Hermione and Harry and next to Fred and George.
It was Fred that asked, "What are you doing here, Bill?"
"It just so happens that I was invited to come and visit. Got a letter and everything," he replied.
Everyone looked at Hermione. Innocently, she said, "What? I thought he might like to know the good news. George is the most wonderful, handsome, and intelligent man I know."
"Well, that is…odd. Especially coming from you. I'd always thought Ron would be the one," the eldest Weasley replied.
"I don't see why you all seem to think it's so strange. I mean, no one can resist a Weasley for long, especially if he's persistent," George answered.
"Well, it is true about most of the Weasleys, though you, brother, are the exception," Fred retorted.
Hermione said, "George is an absolute angel, and I love him more than anything in the entire world."
"Well, something is defiantly wrong here, someone just used George Weasley and angel in the same sentence without the word isn't between them," Bill commented. Then realization seemed to strike his face as he said, "Oh, wait— I know what's going on. What's a matter, George, couldn't get a date any other way?"
"Bill, what are you talking about?"
Bill laughed. "You see, in my fifth year, I was in love with this one girl, only she had no idea I existed, so I used this one spell I had found in a textbook on her. It caused her to only be able to say wonderful things about me, and after a day, she believed what she was saying and started to date me."
Hermione hit George in the arm and asked, "He is telling the truth? Did you really use such a spell, because you didn't have to. I'd fall for you anyway." Her expression though, actually hinted at the fact that maybe he was the one that would be falling, and most likely down a set of stairs.
"Well, that would explain it," Harry commented.
"Hey, where's my other brother?" bill asked, noticing for the first time that Ron was missing.
Hermione answered, "Ron is going out with some Rosella Goode, and is sitting with her. But I don't care because he is a git and a chicken."
"Her first honest words of the day," Harry said.
"I think I should be insulted," George replied.
Fred said, "You can't feel insulted if it's true, brother dear."
"Whatever, just remove the spell, George," Harry ordered.
George shook his head. "No, I happen to like her this way. And I'm the one that's dating her."
Bill asked, "You're dating Hermione. As in Hermione Granger?"
"He is, and I just feel so privileged that out of all the girls out there, he chose me. I cannot wait for us to share the rest of our lives together," Hermione answered, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"Oh, never mind. Bill, can you take it off?" Harry asked the eldest Weasley.
Bill nodded and muttered something while waving his wand over Hermione. When he was done, he said, "Well, come on, say something."
Hermione was silent for another second before saying, "George Weasley, I am going to kill you." Her voice was getting louder and louder and everyone was once again listening. "I got a detention from McGonagall because of your stupid little spell. You are such an idiot. And do you know how much I wanted to vomit every time I had to open my mouth? It was horrible. I am completely serious in saying that you have the brain of a bird, and the bird would be insulted to hear that. You have just crossed the line, mister, and you are going to pay."
Then with that she stormed off to the girls' dormitories, leaving everyone stricken her path. Fred was the first to say something. "Brother, you are so screwed."
"Don't I know it."
Bill commented, "I'd hate to get her way right now."
George said, "Guys, do me a favor. Make sure I have a nice funeral, and don't let Hermione come. I don't want my murderer to see me in a casket."