Madianna- I'm glad you enjoyed the last chapter so much! Richard and Anne are sweet! Very sweet together! Hal really needs a good dad, and unfortunately, he doesn't have one! Good thing he has Kate!

The Yorkist Brothers always have to barge in! No matter what's happening! Appropriate or not!

That pun had me cracking up!

And yes, poor George being woken up like that! Very awkward for him indeed to have his crush on top of him like that!

I hope you like this chapter! I know you love Geoffrey so much!

ComedyMonarchy- That advert is funny! I'm glad you liked the chapter! Don't worry, Harry and Tudor will show up eventually, as will the mean Allies!

YorkistGirl- Yes, Richard will get his revenge, alright!

WHACK!

Hermia shot up as something collided with her window. She climbed out of bed, wrapped a dressing gown around herself, and opened the window and peered out.

Geoffrey stood below, a sly grin on his face.

"What sort of greeting is this, then?" Hermia yelled.

"A 'Hello and Merry Christmas' will do!" Geoffrey called back.

"Hello, then!"

"Hello!"

Geoffrey grinned. "Are you going to let me in, then? Or am I going to freeze to death in the garden?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Unfinished business, my dear!"

"What sort of 'unfinished business' are you talking about?"

Geoffrey raised an eyebrow. "The good type…"

Hermia laughed. "Now? In the morning? Geoff, you can't be serious!"

"I'm always serious…"

"Of course you are."

Geoffrey smiled. "So… Can I come in?"

"Tybalt'll kill you," Hermia said.

"He can sod off," Geoffrey replied dryly.

Hermia burst out laughing.

"Very subtle, Geoff!"

She motioned for him to come towards the window, and he did. She pointed to the drainpipe. "You can climb up that."

"Seriously? I've hardly come a wooing!"

"Pity. You'd be good at it."

Geoff grinned. "Well, if you insist…"

He climbed up the drainpipe, and on the way to the top, the pipe came off the wall, leaving Geoffrey hanging in mid-air.

"Uhh, a little help, my dear?" he asked.

Grinning, Hermia leaned forward and pulled him in.

She looked down at him as he lay sprawled out on the floor.

"Why are you really here?" she asked him, helping him onto his feet. "I haven't seen you since school broke up. And when we…"

Geoffrey raised an eyebrow. "Embarrassed, are we?"

"Me? Hardly!"

"Good. I don't need a milksop around me at a time like this."

"What time?"

Geoffrey grinned at her triumphantly. "I have a plan."

"You always have a plan."

"I know. Well. Dad wasn't very cheerful this morning."

"What did he do?"

"Oh, he called me a monster, that's all."

"WHAT?!"

"Need I repeat it again?"

"You're not a monster!"

"Well, THAT makes everything better, doesn't it?"

"Geoffrey, that's absurd!"

"Oh, really?"

"YES!"

"OI! Brat!" Tybalt yelled from down the corridor. "Who are you talking to?"

"No one, Ape!" Hermia yelled back. "Go make out with Ros, or something! Preferably Mercuto!"

"In your dreams!"

"In your nightmares!"

She turned back to Geoffrey. "Sorry about that… My brother's a jackass."

Geoffrey smiled. "Oh, I already know. Remember when he chased us with a baseball bat at the party?"

Hermia snorted. "God, his face. You're brilliant at pranks."

"That's not all I'm good at."

"Yeah. Remember when we woke up here with Hal, Clarence and Mercutio? And I said you were a great kisser before I leapt out of the window?"

"I had already leapt out, but I heard you."

"God, it was hilarious."

Geoffrey frowned. "It wasn't funny when Mercutio placed those headphones in my ears and played music at full blast! God that hurt!"

Hermia smiled. "That's Mercutio for you. He's our lovable freak."

"He's an annoying freak, that's what!"

Hermia smiled again. "That's just who he is…"

She looked up at him. "Why are you here, again?" she asked him.

Geoffrey looked down at her, amused. "As I was saying, I have a plan. I've contacted Philip. And Richard before I came here. We're going to set our plan in motion."

"Richard's involved?" Hermia frowned.

The Plantagenet shook his head. "No. I need to speak to him, but about something else entirely. Philip and I have it ready. Dad won't know what hit him."

"What have you done?"

Geoffrey leaned in close and whispered in her ear. Hermia's eyes widened and she gasped. "Geoffrey! That'll ruin him. He'll be broke!"

"He deserves it," Geoffrey said dryly, shrugging his shoulders. "The bastard's gonna pay."

"But he's your father!"

Geoffrey's eyes narrowed. "Father?! What type of father is he? He puts me down in front of everyone at every chance he gets, ignores me, leaves me out of everything, heck, he even treats that bastard with the same name as me with higher respect! I'm sick of it! He's going to pay!"

Hermia placed her hands on his shoulders. "Ssh. Geoffrey, it'll be ok. You don't have to do this. It'll work out."

Geoffrey snorted. "Unlikely. He's not going to change his ways for me. Not even for Johnny!"

He pulled her hands off his shoulders. "I don't need sympathy. I need you to understand that I have to do this. You can't change my mind."

"Then why did you come and tell me this?"

"Because I trust you," he pressed his head against hers, staring at her with those fierce, piercing bright blue eyes. "Something that I rarely feel towards other people. I know that you won't tell anyone. You won't, will you?"

Hermia was taken aback by this sudden display of possible affection. She found his hand and held it reassuringly.

"No. No, I won't tell anyone. Your plan's safe with me."

Geoffrey smirked. "Good," he said. He pulled her forehead to his mouth and kissed it before turning away and climbing out the window. He smiled at her. "I'll be back later. And thank you."

He slid down the hanging drainpipe as best as he could, and landed nimbly on his feet in the garden. He turned. Smiled.

Then he disappeared.

Hermia watched him go, and slowly closed the window. "That was surprising…" she whispered. "Geoff, you'd better stay safe, and don't do anything stupid."

But Geoffrey Plantagenet was not stupid. He was the smartest in his family, and he knew it.

Oh, he definitely knew it.