Chapter 3:

Back at his flat later that night, George was lazily lying on the couch reading the Daily Prophet. Fred and him had bought the flat with the money theysaved up during Hogwarts.

It had two bedroms, a bathroom, and a joined kitchen and living room. Fred was still out at the shop they had opened up in Diagon Alley a few years ago.

The shop itself was doing pretty well. Even though George only showed up once a week. He got off earlier then he thought he would, when he had ran for Minister of Magic.

"Boring." He muttered, as he threw the paper at the trash can. And missed, what his luck. As usual. "Why does Fred have to get off so bloody late!"

Getting up from his sloth like relaxation, George went to the kitchen and made himself a cup of hot chocolate. It always made him feel better after a long days work.

'Speaking of work..' George thought as a devious smirk overtook his lips. 'Work was very, wonderful, today.' It had been a few years back that he had last seen Hermione.

He had to admit, she had grown up consederably since their Hogwarts days. 'Mind and, body.' Animage popped into his head the moment he thought this.

'Go away! Bad pictures of Hermione!' George thought trying to push the naughty picture out of his head and back to a more or less innocent one.

"Her body had filled out since quite nicely , I'd have to admit that." George's smile widened even further as he imagined what pretty little things she held under her clothes.

His mind was too much inrraptured with Hermione, that he didn't even notice the front door slam shut and Fred walking smoothly in.

Fred stopped at the sight of seeing his brother. "George, what are you thinking about?" Fred asked curiously, staying away from his manically grinning twin just opposite of him.

"Guess who I, saw, today at work Fred." George looked at him, his smiling going to the level of a smirk. 'Better then the former.' Fred thought as he took a seat in one of the empty armchairs scattered around the room.

A minute passed before Fred got impatient. "Well, who the bloddy hell was it!" George finished off his hot chocolate and took it to the sink.As he began washing it out, he started speaking.

"I saw Hermione Granger at work today." George paused, while letting Fred soak in all the news given to him on a silver platter, before continuing.

"As my new personal assistant." A smug smile plastered to his face and a distant mind made it clear to Fred something else might be going on here.

"What kind of 'personal' do you mean?" Fred clevery asked at the time he waswalking to his room and locking the door behind him.

"Fred!" George stomped up to Freds door, banging his hands against it with as much force as he could muster. Laughter could be faintly heard from the one on the other side of the door. Th one in the safe room from the embaressed twin.

"Fred! What exactly are you implying with that!" A rush of red covered his face when it hit him. The silence only gave Fred the 'heads up' that George finally understood.

"Fred, if you were thinking what I thought you were thinking...oh, please don't tell me you ment it like that, did you?" He follishly stutured over the longer words, trying to get them out of his throat and past his lips to reach the on waiting ears of his brother.

Fred only threw back his had and laughed openly, seeing as George couldn't open his door even with a spell or charm, only to reply most wittily.

"Oh, but dear beloved brother of mine, it sounds exactly how it is." Fred kept on laughing as he quickly proccessed the whole situation.

He unlocked the door, and came face to face with a very red George. "Why, George." He smiled and took a swift step out of his safe room. "Are you blushing?" Georges face went even redder if possible.

He backed away an started for his own room. But Fred couldn't let it go so easily. "You know George, that's a great look for you!" He came and wrapped an arm around Georges shouldar, drawing him into the living area.

He was falling for a trap and he didn;t even comrehend it. "I've seen Ron try that so very often, and I'm afraid to say you're the only one that looks good with it too." George pushed him away and ran for his bedroom.

"Going so soon George? Why, wouldn't Hermione be astounded to know you have a little 'thing' for her?" Fred stood in the middle of the living room and laughed as George turned around only to hit his face against the open door of the closet.

He rubbed his face and slowly walked back to his room.

Fred was keeled over laughing at something George apperantly did often, as he was clutching his sides for dear life.

"Good nigh, Fred." George said, acting like a dog with his tail between his legs as he entered his room. The second his head dropped to the pillow, he was fast asleep.

A./N.: Hi there everyone! I finally got it up-dated! I forgot my passwords for my yahoo acount and the fanfiction account so it took me a while to figure them out. I hope you guys liked this chapter. I wasn't sure how long it would get, but I know I could have done better, I know that.

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