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 or any characters from the books. They belong to J.K. Rowling.

Authors Note: I know this chappie isn't the best, and that it's taken me ages for it to come out but I've been very busy with trial exams, and my motivation has been low. I am not abandoning this story I just needed a bit of a break. This chapter is more of a filler really, but important because it represents the change in people's attitudes. OH and I realise there are probably contradictions throughout my story such as timelines, weather and eventually I will fix it but at the moment I can't be really bothered so just try and ignore it!

The Woman in You – Ben Harper The Woman in You, is the Worry, the worry in me.

Last time:

"Hermione…? Hermione what?" George called after her retreating figure. He stood, stumped for a moment before chasing after her.

"What did you mean by that?" George demanded, standing in front of her to block the way.

Hermione hissed. "I meant I don't want to be some game to you George, and I know I am so I don't want you touching me!"

George narrowed his eyes as she brushed past him. Why on earth did girls have such mood swings?

Chapter Seven:

Hermione lay on her bed that night, silent tears falling down her face. Today had just been such a shit day. Finding out that George liked someone else, punching Harry…Ron learning about her 'relationship' with George.

"Fuck"

Hermione continued swearing into her pillow.

"Knock Knock"

Hermione quickly sat up and dried her eyes hurriedly calling "Just a moment" to the person outside her door.

"It's just me Mione" Ginny called softly.

Ginny was mildly shocked by the condition Hermione was in. As long as she had known the girl she had been the strong one, the one who no matter how emotionally effected would always be calm in the end. But the person who stood in front of her was a mess.

"What on earth is going on Mione?"

Hermione glanced at Ginny before flopping down on her bed. "I don't know if you know…but Me and George we…"

Ginny placed a hand in the air to stop Hermione from continuing. "It's ok, I know. But what's wrong? Is this about punching Harry? Or Ron…or George…? Has he done anything to you?"

"Slow down!" Hermione reprimanded, rubbing her temple with her thumb.

Hermione patted the bed beside her and told Ginny about George, his girlfriend and the encounter she had just had with him.

"…And not to mention the problems this will cause with Ron and Harry. Harry has already been going nuts over it, although that's probably pretty obvious from this afternoon. And now that Ron suspects something I don't know how he'll react"

Ginny smiled to herself. "To tell you the truth I was surprised at Ron's lack of reaction. If I knew any better I'd say this whole thing effected Harry more than Ron. And about George…well I don't know about this girl but I've seen the way he is with you Mione…"

Hermione groaned and rolled off the bed. Lying on the floor, feet curled up on the bed Hermione felt on the verge of tears. "It doesn't matter! Don't you see? If George wanted me he'd have done something before now instead of stolen kisses."

Ginny laughed. "You know what you should do Mione? You should make him jealous"

A small glint appearing in Hermione's eyes she replied "Perfect"

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Hermione stood under the steaming hot shower the next morning unable to tear the grin off her face. She still knew that George had feelings for her, she was unsure about this other girl but a part of her hoped that with her change George would be afraid of losing her."Make him jealous"

Hermione strongly intended on listening to Ginny's advice and sought to act on it today as it was the annual Weasley BBQ.

"Wear something provocative yet classy"

Hermione sighed when she searched through her clothes, chucking garments here and there.

"If the worst comes to the worst jeans and a cute top is always nice"

Digging through the trunk Hermione smiled as she pulled out a pair of clingy jeans and a short pink sweater. Simple but cute. Not exactly provocative, although it did show some flesh. And not exactly classy, but it wasn't tarty.

And the final tactic – completely ignore him.

Hermione grinned evilly – that wasn't going to be hard.

It was a beautiful day. The Weasley's were gathered out the back, setting up tables and bowls of glorious looking food. Hermione felt a bit apprehensive standing at the sliding door watching them work, like she was an outsider intruding. She watched Ron and Harry levitating food, and she giggled when Harry dropped a bowl on Ron's head. As if he had known she was looking at him Ron grinned at her looking a right sight with pasta dripping down his face.

"Morning Mione!" he yelled cheerily.

Hermione frowned for a moment before shrugging and waving in reply. Ron didn't seem effected at all.

Ron paused to pull some food from his face and jogged over to her.

"Where'd you run off to last night? You didn't come out for ages."

"Uh…I was, tired, yeah I was just tired" Hermione replied slowly. She glanced over his shoulder at Harry who was still glaring at her.

"What the hell?" Hermione thought to herself. If Harry's problem with her was because he was worried about Ron, and Ron didn't have a problem with her, Harry had to be lying to her. She recalled Harry's words –

"Well make sure there isn't. You know how Ron feels about you, and how much it would hurt him if there was"

Well then, he shouldn't have a problem with her now.

Hermione looked back at Ron who was oblivious to the fact she wasn't listening to her. She smiled gently at him, glad now to realise he didn't seem to care as much about her as other's assumed. She would, of course, have to talk to him about it though.

Hermione was about to go over to Harry when somebody grabbed her arm, roughly pulling her behind the house. Without even looking at the person Hermione knew it was George by the way her skin tingled when he touched her, but more because he smelt like the aftershave she had given him for Christmas.

She turned to look at him, placing a falsely bright smile on her face.

"Morning George! How you going?"

His eyes narrowed slightly as he trapped her against the side of the house.

"Oh fantastic Mione. Not only are you pissy with me for some unknown reason, but Harry seems to be giving me the evil eye!" George drawled sarcastically.

Hermione nodded, "Yeah Harry does seem to be quite shitty at the moment."

She watched, her heart beating as George shut his eyes in frustration. When he opened them again he had moved closer to her making sure she couldn't leave.

"For fucks sake Hermione be honest with me. I thought we were ok, Mione what is up?"

Hermione tensed in his grip. "Nothing!"

"It's never nothing…"

"This time it is"

George tightened his grip and Hermione struggled a bit.

"I'm serious" George hissed, "…I don't understand, I mean, you know how I feel Hermione and I just can't take it when you act like this"

Ripping her arm from his grasp Hermione fell backwards in the rush to get away.

"I know how you feel? Of course I don't know how you feel. George when have I ever been able to trust your word?"

George raised an eyebrow, "If this is about that time, at the ball…"

"IT"S NOT" Hermione yelled, shoving her hand over her mouth when she realised how loud she was being.

"I said I was sorry…"

Hermione glanced at him and felt tears welling at the memory.

FLASHBACK

It was supposed to be a night she would never forget, instead Hermione spent in out by the lake unable to control her tears. It was their graduation night, and she could hear the happy noises coming from inside Hogwarts but it didn't make her feel any better. George had promised, he had promised her that he would come to the ball with her.

"Of course Mione, you don't have anyone else to go with do you?" George had answered her, smirking as she playfully whacked him on the arm.

Hermione gripped her silky dress tempted to rip it into pieces. She had dressed up just for him. She had spent hours on her hair and make – up, and not to mention a fortune on her outfit, JUST for him.

"How dare he!" Hermione spat into the night.


After the graduation ceremony George had come up to her and shook her hand, congratulated her, but she caught a look in his eye.

"What is it George?" Hermione asked bluntly.

"Ah"


"What"

George fidgeted with his sleeves. "Well you see Mione, this friend has come back to England, but only for tonight, and she wanted me to see her, and I thought, you know, you've got Harry and Ron and stuff that maybe you wouldn't mind if, if I…"

"If you backed out?" Hermione drawled, trying to stop herself from bawling.

"Well, yes"

"A girl you say?" Hermione continued in the same toneless voice.

"Look, Hermione, it's not what you think…"

"It's EXACTLY what I think George." Hermione spat. "You say you're my friend, you say you like me even but when it comes down to it George you'd rather anyone over me."

With that Hermione stormed off leaving a regretful George behind.

END FLASHBACK

Hermione opened her eyes and felt an unexplainable rage towards George. She saw he was edging closer to her and she instinctively moved away.

"Look Hermione I think I…" George begun but was interrupted by her.

"You think you what George? You like me? You're ready for a relationship? …Oohh, maybe, maybe you even love me?" Hermione mocked. "Well I'll tell you something George Weasley, I love you. I LOVE YOU. And I've never done anything to show otherwise, but you're not willing to give up everything for me and because of that I can't trust you."

Hermione stormed off, and into the house. She ignored the curious looks she was getting from The Weasley's and plopped down on her bed, only to realise someone was already on it. She shot up and glared at the person, tightening her fist when she realised it was Harry. But when she noticed his weary expression she softened her look.

"We need to talk…" Harry begun slowly.

A/N – Well, sorry for the lack of updating and probable grammatical errors in this chapter but I just really wanted to get my writer's block out of the way! Anyway, hopefully I will be a bit more writing like in the near future! Anywho, what on EARTH does Harry want? Mwahaha.

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