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, I'm glad I don't…the fanfiction versions of Harry Potter tend to be annoying, although I will admit I found him quite interesting in the Half Blood Prince.
Authors Note: I would like to mention that with the flashbacks, the first Christmas was Hermione's 6th year, not seventh, and her 18th was during her 7th year. So, this next Christmas flashback is Hermione's 7th Year. So obviously, as the story moves along in time so do the flashbacks. Eventually I will stop with the flashbacks but I just want to give you guys an idea about the relationship that they had in the past. And now is the time to mention Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Oh, and thankyou so much to my reviewers, keep up the reviewing guys…it makes me so happy! Oh, and I know not much happened in this chapter – be patient my pretties, be patient. And…remember…. REVIEW!
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince: See, I gave it it's own section, as I'm sure it deserves it. I know now it's difficult for this story with the developments between Ron/Hermione…but you know, I think lots of fan fiction writers are going to be screwed over because of lots of stuff. As a serious Draco/Ginny shipper I'm appalled at Harry/Ginny, but excited about the prospects Draco's character will offer other writers and me! I'd like to make a special mention to Blaise Zabini which effected me the most…he is NOT Italian apparently, I am so shocked and devastated because in my mind that is who he is! I would like to congratulate J.K. Rowling on another fantastic installment, and despite criticism by some (Which all books are sure to receive), I was personally satisfied with the book.
Cry – The Mavis's
Last time:
"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.
Chapter Five:
Hermione felt a small smile grace her lips, that was, until she opened her eyes. The white light from the morning sun burnt her eyes and as soon as she opened then she shut them again, the pain radiating through her head. There had only been one other time in her life that she had felt this way, and it made her stomach sink to realise that she was not sick, no, Hermione Jane Granger had a hangover. She could still see red sparks dance in front of her eyes but it cooled down as someone drew the blinds shut.
"Thanks mum" Hermione replied instinctively.
The voice chuckled and Hermione froze, it was a distinctive male voice.
"Not mum. It would be bizarre if I was though…" the voice drawled.
Hermione opened her eyes and let them focus on the figure in front of her. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw George Weasley standing in front of her, a full-blown smirk on his face.
"WHAT" Hermione began to shout, then calming down continued, "…What the hell am I doing here?" she finished, her arms shaking slightly.
George frowned; he honestly hadn't expected such a hostile reaction. "Well if I recall correctly, and I'm pretty damn sure I do, you Missy got drunk!"
Hermione groaned loudly. "I meant why am I here George?"
George edged over towards her bed, his mind told him not too, but George had stopped listening to his mind years ago. He sat next to her and pushed a lock of hair from her face, his heart rising when she briefly smiled at his action.
"Hermione" a voice called from the doorway causing George to leap backwards. George didn't have to turn around to know it was his youngest brother.
Ron walked towards the bed, briefly shooting George an angry look before smiling warmly at Hermione. "How are you feeling?" he asked in his usual booming voice. George held back a snort as he saw the look of pain flash across Hermione's face.
"Seeing as she's hung over Ron I suggest you tone down your voice a little" George said slowly
Ron, not turning away from Hermione replied angrily, "I think Hermione would tell me if I was bothering her!"
Hermione's eyes glazed over as she nodded slightly to Ron. "George is right Ron, could you just be a little…quieter…" seeing the surprised look on his face she hurried, "…it's just I think I may have drunk a little too much last night…"
Ron snorted. "A little too much…George here had to, well, carry you inside you were so smashed!" He laughed a little bit before continuing, missing the odd expression cross Hermione's face, "…I never thought it'd see little Miss Perfect so wasted, but…oh wait, apart from your 18th…"
George laughed, Ron was such an idiot. Even if he wasn't almost positive that Hermione had feelings for him he was sure that she wouldn't have feelings for his brother whilst he acted like such a git. He just didn't understand the female race.
Ron shot him a glance over his shoulder as Hermione drawled…"Well, if you'd mind excusing me whilst I get dressed then…?"
"Ah…ok." Ron replied hesitantly, leaving the room. George watched Ron go down the corridor, and then smirked when he heard the thumping steps come back. "Don't you want him to go to Hermione?" Ron demanded.
Hermione wavered. "Ah…in a minute, I just want to figure out what I did, or didn't do…or said, or didn't say, last night…you know, make sure I didn't do anything too embarrassing…"
George felt his heart beat a little quicker and felt a great amount of satisfaction watching Ron's face flush red. Ron stalked out the room, probably to complain to Harry.
George gently shut the door and closed his eyes in an attempt to regulate his breathing. Recapturing his composure George turned around and proceeded to gasp, as Hermione was only dressed in her bra and jeans.
"Shit" George hissed, throwing his hand over his eyes.
Hermione laughed sharply, "Come on George…you've seen me in less before, besides, I know your peeking between your fingers"
Caught Out.
George mumbled indistinctly then muttered, "…as if I'd forget..."
FLASHBACKGeorge crept down the corridor, smiling gleefully to himself. In his hand he held a small box, and in that box lay Hermione's Christmas present. He has in two minds whether to give her such a symbolic present, but he decided to draw from his Gryffindor bravery and do so. It was still only early on Christmas morning, and the Weasley's usually opened their presents together…but…he would make an exception for Hermione, because of course she was not a Weasley, well…not yet anyway.
George threw the door open, it would creak even if he pushed it slowly, and he'd rather not embarrass himself with bad efforts at secrecy. As he opened the door he was greeted with an image of beauty. Hermione was standing in the middle of the thick rug, hair pouring down her back, wearing nothing but her underwear.
"GEORGE" Hermione began to shriek. Concerned about waking up his family, and absolutely shit scared that they'd find them in this situation George whipped a hand around her waist, and as he pulled her closer he placed his other hand over her mouth – muffling her yells.
"Shhh" George soothed, ignoring the fuzzy feeling building up inside of him, "…I'll just close my eyes ok" he continued trying desperately to ignore her warm skin up against his own.
As he felt her relax he kept his promise, well…sort of. He didn't mean to. It just happened. As his covered his eyes with his hands he could feel her move around the room, and it was just instinct to force a gap between his fingers to peek at her. He watched Hermione glance suspiciously at him, then shrug before whipping off her bra and throwing on a fresh one. George swallowed deeply, appalled at the reaction it gave him, but impressed, and surprised at Hermione's tenacity and comfort in his presence.
"You can look now" she drawled.
George opened his mouth to apologise but she rose a hand. "It's ok…just…knock next time alright?" Hermione continued. She sat down on the bed and looked up at him expectantly…"well…" she drawled slowly, "…I expect you came here for a reason"
George shook images of a scarcely dressed Hermione out of his head and remembered the present. "Oh…right…yeah, well…I just thought it'd give you your Christmas present now…you know…" He spoke in a voice quite different to his usual one.
Hermione positively beamed at him. "Really?" she answered in a voice a touch higher than usual.
George nodded and handed her the small box.
It was one of his happier memories, the smile and shock on her face as she pulled on the thin chain. On the chain hang a small amber drop, one he had found in Diagon Alley, and it was meant to repel evil and protect the wearer. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry and seeing that Hermione and he weren't in any sort of romantic relationship quite a…surprising present. Hermione gasped and placed in on the bed, in a quick moment she was in his arms.
"Thankyou…thankyou so much George…" she sobbed into his shoulders, "…nobody has ever bought me something so beautiful and thoughtful before…"
George ran a hand gently through her hair and smiled. "It's ok Mione, you deserve something like this…"
She pulled back and eyed him carefully, "Why did you get it for me?"
George hesitated. "Well…your one of my, one of my…best friends Hermione, and you know it's a dangerous world so I thought the protection charm inside would help keep you safe" George answered, emitting one of the main reasons.
As he watched the sun dance on Hermione's neck she clasped it and answered softly, "Oh".
George could have sworn he caught a look of disappointment on her face.
END FLASHBACKHermione watched George carefully, he seemed to be off in another world for a moment, and she used that time, quite sneakily to study him. Over the years he had grown dramatically. When she had first befriended him he was a little bit on the runty side and was a well-known mischief-maker. She wasn't the type of girl to like those troublemakers, it just made life more difficult for her, but George had grown on her, and she came to realise he was not what he seemed. He was now quite tall, not as tall as Ron but he had more muscle to his build. His light skin was freckled, and contrasted nicely with his thick red hair – which was a more browny red than Ron or Ginny's. All in all he had turned into quite a good-looking young man, and Hermione certainly noticed it.
She was still feeling flushed from George walking in on her dressing, he had seem her like that before and it had been embarrassing, but this time was different – this time she wanted George to look at her, to want her. Smiling at him Hermione smoothed her hair down and said, "…Well…I guess I should go and face the music"
George chuckled. "Don't worry, Mum's to wrapped up in Ron's feelings for you to ever reprimand good little Hermione"
Hermione glared at him. "Shut up would you!"
George laughed at her narrowed eyes and slight clench of her knuckles, replying cockily, "Oh but you know it's true Hermione, what's the problem, don't you like our ickle Ronnikins?"
Hermione stalked out the door and turned back to look at him, a huge scowl on her face. As he walked over to her, a big grin on his face she smiled sweetly, grabbed the door handle and slammed it shut in his face.
"Well…" George spoke indignantly to the shut door; "…That was rude"
Authors Note: Well that chapter finished a bit abruptly, and yes, I know it didn't really get anywhere but I'll do something for the next chapter, probably featuring George and Hermione being exposed…although there isn't that much to expose. Anyway, I got a CAR! WOO! I was so excited, I have had a minor incident where I kind of lost the hubcap but today I washed it and made CDs for driving to. AND (I'll mention I'm in my last year of High school so I have huge exams coming up) today was my LAST assessment of school, excluding exams coming up of course. It was so exciting…. Ahhh…a few more months until I finish school, until I am 18 and until I go to Europe! SO EXCITING!