"Ginny! She doesn't trust me! You can't have a relationship without trust. You just can't!" He fought back, standing up. "I'm tired of hearing about this!" he yelled, bursting out of the common room.
"Dammit." Ginny muttered, glaring at the place her older brother had once stood. "I know you're listening, Hermione. I'm sorry." She ended, without turning around.
"Gin, what am I going to do to show him that I really do trust him?" Hermione cried, emerging from her hiding spot on the stairs to the girl's dorms. Ginny turned to look at her. She was a real mess. Her hair was everywhere and her clothes were a wrinkled mess. She hadn't even gotten out of her pajamas and it was already twelve o'clock!
"Mione, I have no clue. He's really upset. You can't blame him, really. He's right. You can't have a relationship without trust."
"I love him. I trust him. He's everything to me. If I lost that, I just wouldn't want to live anymore." she cried, burying her head in her hands as she sat on the couch. "I don't know why I let Ron bring all my old fears back. I know there's nothing to fear with George. He loves me, Gin. He really loves me and I'm letting some one get in the way."
"Mione, I've got a plan. We have to get you cleaned up first though." Ginny replied, smiling.
----------------------
"George, you have got to snap out of this man!" Fred exclaimed, throwing a roll at his brother. "You love her, she loves you so why all this useless drama?"
"She doesn't trust me." He muttered, staring at his mashed potatoes.
"Look, she just had some old fears get all stirred up again, but I'm sure by now she's gotten over it. This is Hermione! She. Loves. You. And George, to truly love some one, you have to trust them. I know she trusts you."
"Maybe. I don't know anymore."
"Blimey, is that Hermione?" Fred asked incredulously, staring at the girl walking their way. George turned to look. His jaw dropped. Sure enough, there was Hermione, wearing a pink tank top with a white low cut over shirt, a denim mini shirt, and white flip-flops. 'God, she's gorgeous.' He thought. Suddenly, she was in front of him.
"Hey. Can we please talk?" She asked, her eyes betraying her cool attitude. He looked at her for a second before nodding. "Let's go somewhere quiet."
"Right. I'll catch up with you later, Fred." George said, waving at his twin. Fred winked at him. Rolling his eyes, George followed Hermione out of the Great Hall. Halfway down the hall near the Gryffindor common room, Hermione stopped in mid-step. She turned to George, determination fierce in her eyes. George eyed her.
"George, I can't tell you how much how I love you and trust you." She said, walking slowly towards. George found himself backed up against a wall. "But, I can show you." She whispered in his ear before plunging her mouth to his in a fierce kiss.
'Bloody hell!' George thought, wrapping his arms around her waist. Swiftly, he turned them around so she was pressed up against the wall. His hands traveled down to her ass, lifting her slightly. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands ran up her skirt, teasing her slightly. She ran her hands up his muscled arms and into his shaggy hair. George pulled back suddenly, needing air.
"So, do you forgive me?" Hermione panted. George grinned mischievously.
"I'm not sure yet. You might need to convince me again." He replied,
"Anything you want." Hermione whispered, capturing his lips again.
----------------------
"Hey! There you are, George! So I'm guessing you and Hermione are back together?" Fred asked, seeing George and Hermione walking down the corridor holding hands.
"Yea. It didn't take too long to talk everything out." Hermione replied, smiling brightly.
"Then how come I couldn't find either of you till now? It's three o'clock. You've been gone for," he paused checking his watch, "three hours! What could you have possibly- wait a tic. Hermione, you're shirt is on inside out and you're hair is messed up." At this, Hermione blushed furiously, running her left hand through her hair. Fred smirked. "Right. I think I'll just go now."
"Catch you at dinner!" George yelled to his twin's retreating figure. "Might want to fix your shirt before we run into anyone else." He winked, pulling her into an empty classroom. She giggled, shutting and locking the door. Unbeknownst to the two, Ginny stepped from around the corner.
"Thank God." She smiled, continuing down the hall.
