It Wasn't Meant to Be Like This
Summary: A George/Hermione fic. They have slowly become friends and they both want to be more, but with a jealous Ron and an angry Harry will it ever be able to happen?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter but I do own a blue Winnie the pooh cup, a jar of jam, a 'dusk' candle and 'Spirit of the Incas', all of which are currently sitting In front of me on my desk!
Authors Note: Hello my faithfuls! I am planning on updating this just before the next Harry Potter book comes out, (I didn't actually think I would have this chapter finished before it came out but what do you know :P ) Anyway, I love you guys for reviewing, it's what makes me want to continue this story and make it a real one instead of a couple thousand of words I give up on remarkably quickly. Anyway, please, enjoy this chapter and REVIEW!
Slow Down Georgie (she's poison) by Elton John
Slow down Georgie she's poison
Man you've got to
watch yourself
She's gonna get in your head, she's gonna crawl in
your bed
You're just a stepping stone for someone else
Last time:
"YOU DIDN"T FUCKING STEAL HIM? YOU WERE ALL OVER HIM BITCH!" the angry girl bellowed back. She ripped herself out of her friends hold and ran towards the other girl, realising he was in her path George edged away. A slight smirk forming on his lips George turned too look at the other girl. As the girl looked straight up George felt his heart plummet, the other girl was Hermione.
Chapter Four:
George froze, his glass held precariously in his hand as he watched the small girl charge towards a very drunk Hermione. He felt rooted to the spot, never before had he seen Hermione drunk, in fact, never before had he heard of Hermione being drunk…well, except once before…
FLASHBACKGeorge put on what he thought was his best charming smile, popped the bottle of Firewhiskey under his arm and greeted the Fat Lady as if she was an old friend.
"What are you doing back here son?" she asked suspiciously
Giving her a mock bow George replied, "Ah how could I stay away from you Milady? What with your radiance, your intell…"
"Oh quit the nonsense boy, just go in" she interrupted him, looking slightly pleased all the same.
George went to cover his ears as the door opened, there was quite obviously a raging party in the Gryffindor common room. Entering the room he immediately looked for Hermione, it was her 18th birthday after all. Before he could spot her someone jumped at him.
"YOU CAME GEORGE YOU CAME!" the person squealed, ruffling his hair.
Prying the person off him he nearly dropped the bottle he was carrying as he realised it was a very tipsy Hermione.
"Uh…yeah, Happy Birthday Mione" George answered slightly put off by the giggling girl in front of him. He handed her the bottle and she grabbed it enthusiastically,
"Ooooohh Firewhiskey!" she exclaimed tearing the packaging apart. "We've just run out too!"
George's eyes widened, never in all his time at Hogwarts had he seen so many people pissed at the same time. One side of him felt protective for Hermione, she'd sincerely regret her actions the next morning, another side felt extraordinarily jealous that he and Fred had never been able to hold such a party, and the other side, the one he tried so very hard to keep hidden just wanted to take advantage of Hermione there and then.
"Make it last won't you Mione?" George drawled, struggling to keep the amusement off his face.
She looked up at him, eyes wide and brown and nodded childishly. Ignoring his advice she tore the top off the bottle and sculled half the bottle. George grabbed the bottle off her, holding it out of her reach. She leant against him causing George to try and block out those 'naughty' feelings.
"Gimmie Gimmie!" she demanded, leaping at his arms.
"You know the more she drinks the sooner she passes out" a voice spoke from behind him.
George grinned at Harry who was nursing a glass of water and looked tired as he watched Hermione. "What exactly are you implying?" George replied with a touch of humour in his voice.
"Well, you haven't been here all night! Lets just say that Hermione makes a very tiresome drunk"
George laughed, "Our little Hermione, how wou…" George wasn't able to finish as he felt her leap at him again. George froze when he realised what she was doing. Looking down he saw Hermione examining her jeans, slapping his hand away Hermione grabbed him a little too close to his crotch. "Come on little Georgie, come out to plaaay" she sang.
George quickly glanced up at Harry who had a look of astonishment on his face; "Yeah well, she's been acting like that all night, not thaat far, but you can see why we're so tired now"
He felt Hermione's hand edge towards his zipper and he groaned on the inside, this was so wrong, so damn wrong. Bending down he was ready to tell her to bugger off or sober up but realised he needn't bother, as she was now sound asleep on the ground.
END FLASHBACKGeorge shrugged that memory out of his mind as he watched her stagger around now it was quite clear she was drunk. The people surrounding Hermione moved away and it was at that moment that he realised they weren't her friends, and that they weren't going to protect her either. Ignoring his glass as it smashed dramatically on the ground George leapt towards the other girl and held her back, surprised at the strength of her. He could vaguely make out some people yelling at him, grabbing him but he didn't care, he couldn't let her attack Hermione.
George watched Hermione edge away but was distracted when someone shouted and pushed at him. Turning his attention towards his attacker George saw a burly guy standing angrily in front of him.
"What the fuck do you think your doing putting your hands on my girlfriend?" he growled, eyes glinting.
George removed them and was rewarded with a kick in the shins. He looked at the guy evenly, "I was protecting my girlfriend" he drawled back.
The guy snorted. "You mean that drunk slut? She's been coming on to everyone all night!"
George felt a burst on anger within him, "Answer me what is worse, being drunk and unknowingly coming onto everyone, or taking advantage of a drunk person, especially when you are already 'taken'?"
The guy glared at him, then glanced at his girlfriend who was still eyeing George evilly. Focusing on Hermione's retreating back George shrugged and walked away from them.
"They have problems man" someone spoke patting him on the shoulder.
George gave his twin a weak smile, "Mmm…"
Fred led him over to the bar again and sat him down, "But why did you interfere man, I've been wanting to see a bitch fight all night!"
George's eyes narrowed, "Didn't you recognise that girl?"
Fred frowned, "The short one? Nope."
"No, the other one, the drunk one…"
Fred's lips twitched, "Heh? No way. I mean, if I knew that girl I'd have stopped her from making such an ass of herself…didn't you see her? Half the guys were dro…"
"That was Hermione Fred" George interrupted, refusing to look at him.
"WHAT" Fred screeched, apologising to the girl who had copped the lot of his drink, which he'd accidentally thrown in the air.
"What the hell was sweet little Hermione doing at a place like this?" Fred wondered out loud.
Determined George got off his seat and replied, 'That's exactly what I'm going to find out"
Pushing his way through the dancing bodies he burst out the back exit, hoping that Hermione had left already. The alley was dark and cold even though it was the middle of summer. He glanced each way and couldn't see her immediately, but looking towards the dimly lit street he saw a tall girl leading her away. His heart beating George jogged after them, annoyingly they were walking quite quickly.
"Hey! HEY!" George called after them. Hermione didn't turn around, he imagined she could barely even comprehend words, but her friend did and eyed him suspiciously.
"What do you want?" she asked harshly, putting a protective arm around Hermione. George felt himself staring at her, even when she was all messed up and drunk he still wanted her.
The girl cast a look between the two of them and asked the question again.
"I want to make sure she is alright…" George spoke slowly, unsure of why he even bothered to come after them.
"Of course she is. Do you know her?" she replied curiously.
"Yeah…you could say that"
Her eyes narrowed, "You're the boy who saved her from that bitch back there aren't you?"
She glanced at Hermione again, "What do you want with my cousin?"
"You're Mione's cousin?" George spoke bluntly, not waiting for the girl to reply he continued, "You must be Trish then?"
She opened her mouth to speak but was distracted when Hermione left her grasp and fell at George. He instinctively caught her, holding her against his body. Batting her eyelashes at him she slurred, "What are you doing here?"
George knew in the morning Hermione would not remember a thing, and frankly he didn't care. But a small part of his brain smirked as he thought this and muttered, 'liar'. Still holding Hermione he looked back to her cousin who looked thoughtful, "You must be George then?" she asked.
George nodded, not surprised that the infamous Trish had heard of him.
A look of relief washed across her face, "Well thank god! I didn't know what I was going to tell her parents! But it's ok now, you can just take her back with you and they will never know!"
George began to protest but she shoved some keys into his hand, "This is for her car, you do know how to drive right?" an annoyed looking crossing her face she pulled out her purse and murmured, "Of course you know how to drive." With that she plastered a fake smile on her face and grinned at George, "Well I'll be off now, thanks…George"
Unsure of what to do, and having no idea what Hermione's car looked like George sighed as he realised he only had one option – to bring her back to the burrow.
"GEORGE?" he heard Fred yell from a distance. George turned around careful not to wake Hermione who had only recently fallen asleep.
"Shush!" George answered as Fred approached.
Fred snorted in laughter as he saw them. "Ah…back right where you want her eh bro? In your arms…"
George hissed at him. "Just help me get her back to the burrow!"
They both snuck up to The Burrow, Fred first to make sure the coast was clear, and George right behind him carrying Hermione delicately in his arms. He couldn't help the protective feeling that had been swimming through him ever since he had seen her a couple of hours ago – he just wanted to make her feel better. What made it difficult is that George was quite certain he was the cause of her anguish, and that by bringing her back to the Burrow he would only succeed in increasing it.
Just as Fred stepped onto the porch the door swung open and Mrs. Weasley stood there glaring at them.
"Where on earth have you two been? Had me up half the night with wor…" she turned to look at George and noticed Hermione in his arms, immediately a warm look came across her face.
"What happened to her? Is she ok? Where did you find her?"
George made cutting signals across his throat, "Be quiet mum, she's sleeping!"
Mrs. Weasley huffed, "Well don't just stand there, bring her too her room!"
After making sure Hermione was safely tucked into a bed George spared her one last look before making his way down to the 'interrogation room', also known as the kitchen.
George entered the room, quite aware that the whole house was now up. George ignored the curious eyes and sat down, opposite of Harry who was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Where was she and why is she in that state!' Mrs. Weasley demanded, crossing her arms across her hefty chest.
George sighed. "Look I don't know, me and Fred just ran into her at a muggle club we go to sometimes!"
Fred nodded in agreement.
"Then how did you end up taking her home?" Harry drawled, accusation in his eyes. Ron glanced at his friend, he was well aware that Harry was cross with George, and he knew it had something to do with Hermione but he had no clue what he was on about.
George narrowed his eyes at Harry, "You'd rather I leave your friend, drunk in the middle of a muggle club then? George snarled back, emphasizing the fact she was Harry's friend.
"Come'n guys just give it a rest" Ginny interrupted giving George a meaningful look. Ginny was well aware of what was going on between her brother and Hermione but everyone else had no idea, and she knew for one that if they did things would be nowhere near as peaceful in the house. "Hermione is here now and she is safe so why don't we just get some sleep?" Ginny continued yawning to show her point.
George shot Harry one more annoyed look, turned on his heel and went to bed.
Authors Note: I wrote this chapter a bit quickly I think, that's why it's not exactly the best. Oh and in response to one of my reviewers, who do you think I am? There was no way any respectable cliché fan fiction writer such as myself would let George just walk away! YAY! Hermione is back at the Burrow, but for how long this time? And how damn long will it take before Ron realizes that something is going on between George and Hermione. And when will they admit their love to each other? AND for GODS SAKE when will Harry decided to just lay off? Mind you, I've been overly critical of Harry, again, in this fic (I have a tendency to highlight his bad points), but he is only trying to protect his friend's feelings. Now, you know what you must do… REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW
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Midnight Dusk