Hey, who saw the Simpsons movie? I just did today, it was awesome. Especially because there was a penis in it. (just kidding! Though there was one. Something Fox just had to do since they can't do it on TV) But there was an annoying little boy behind me that kept repeating the lines over and over again. God it was hell. I mean who would take a little boy to a PG-13 movie anyway? Jeez. And the noises people made when the Halo 3 trailer turned on! I thought somebody was dying.

Oh yeah, just to say all the errors result of me always updating at 3 or 4 in the morning. I'm still surprised I haven't mixed Fred and George up yet. (or maybe I have…?) Oh and I do know the difference between then and than, I just don't really think of which one I'm supposed to use at the time I'm using one of them. Thanks for all the reviews! And as for the plot it's going to be more clear really soon I promise, I'm just trying to get to one particular part of the story. Just to let you know he's currently just trying to move on. Thank you so much for all the support, I promise I'll take your advice to my full attention.

Disclaimer: I could write a book on books I don't own.

Chapter 6

Dream in the Rain

"See you later man," Lee said, topping off his farewell with a hearty handshake.

"I'll probably see you at the shop tomorrow," George said, releasing Lee's hand.

"You mean you're re opening tomorrow?" Lee asked eagerly.

"No, but I bet you'll still be there."

Lee laughed and threw the Weasley twin one last 'you haven't seen the last of me' smile before apparating away.

"Thanks George," Angelina, who's wrists were still bandaged, said, giving George a friendly hug. "I still miss the days when I could order you around."

"Well I imagine so, you've probably thought up quite a few strange things you could've had me do," George said with a mischievous grin.

"Ooh you're still as nasty as ever, better watch it, I'm sure you'll meet a girl who won't stand your cheek."

"Oh trust me, I already have," George said painfully.

Angelina smiled weakly. "Of course. See you later, okay?"

"Yeah, see you," George said in farewell with a nod. Angelina vanished after Lee.

Last was Katie Bell's departure. She flung her arms around George's neck and kissed him heavily on the cheek. She pulled back when he had barely put his arms around her back, George had a rising suspicion that she had just teased him.

"See ya, carrot top," Katie said with an evil smile.

"Carrot tops are green, Katie, we graduated from school you should know that by now," George scolded, a flaming red eyebrow raised.

"Well you might just have to come over and teach me some more," Katie flirted.

"You wish so, don't you?" George asked huskily. Katie pouted, backing away from him. With one last wink from George, she too disappeared after her friends. George suddenly felt a fresh wave of loneliness, and he found himself walking through the woods back to the Burrow without even really thinking. Chills swept through him as the cold night wind whipped his brown jacket madly. He quickly zipped it up and continued on his way, bent over slightly to keep the wind out of his face.

Aww lonely are we? George swore out loud, ignoring the high pitched voice in the back of his head. But you ignore me! You pick loneliness over me? How despicable!

Still George ignored the voice, though his frustration grew as rain poured down from the angry skies.

Why not visit Fredric? Make sure his skin isn't black and his eyes haven't popped out!

Now George was drenched, shaking both from the cold and with rage.

There once was a twin named Fred.

In a castle he found himself dead.

Thank goodness for Fred, for he wasn't quite dead,

"But wait! What is that thing on my head?"

He said.

SHUT UP! George couldn't take it anymore, his brain felt like it was splitting across the surface, slowly, painfully. He gritted his teeth, putting a hand to his brow, desperately praying that the pressure would drive out the pain.

Whether he knew it or not, his legs started pumping, moving faster then they'd ever moved before. He clutched his head with both hands now, trying to still the pain that throbbed so consistently, unlike everything else in his life.

Rough bark scratched at his back as he slid down a trunk he had rammed himself into. He leaned against the tree, rain pounding on his fragile skull. Maybe he really was loosing his mind… His eyes drooped shut, and everything went darker than it already was. (AN: I was extra careful to use the right 'then/than' I'll keep an eye out for that from now on, sorry for the previous errors again! I never pay much attention. XD)


"Mom shouldn't George be back?" Hermione heard the question from her place on the couch next to Harry and Ron.

"He'll be back soon, Ginny, don't worry, he didn't go far, he knows the way back, he'll be fine," Mrs. Weasley assured her daughter.

"Jeez I'm not that worried," Ginny grumbled, joining the group.

"Did anyone notice Angelina's bandages?" Ron asked curiously.

"Ron! Don't be so nosy," Hermione scolded.

"Yes, mum," Ron said.

"You shouldn't compare her to your mum, mate," Harry warned, absently running a hand through his messy hair.

"Yeah, unless you're suggesting you'd snog her too," Ginny said, half casually half teasing. She took a seat on the lounge chair diagonal to the couch, sitting cross legged.

"What?" Ron demanded, tips of his ears going red. "She snogged me!"

"Who, Hermione or mum?" Ginny asked, eyes widening.

"Hermione of course," Harry said. "Err… Right Ron?"

"Yeah! Bloody hell what's happened to your minds! They're sick!"

"That's rich coming from you," Hermione said.

"What? Why?" Ron demanded, looking around the room for help. Much to his dismay, everyone was against him, just for the hell of it. "Aw damn, where's George?"

"He wouldn't take your side you know," Ginny said smugly.

"Why don't you check your famous clock, Ronald?" Hermione asked sounding a bit exasperated.

"Oh yeah, good idea Hermione. I'll check, and maybe when he gets back I could bribe him to help me…" Ron said to himself, walking over to the clock that was just out of view. After a few seconds he ran back into the living room. "Lost! It says he's lost, I reckon the clock's busted."

"Really? I reckon he's lost," Hermione said, rising from the couch. "Come on let's go look for him, it's pouring out there, and he left his wand here."

"How'd you know?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"It's right there, honestly Ron you should look around before you ask," Hermione said, pointing to the coffee table in front of them. Amongst other things like potted flowers and newspapers, George's wand was casually laid out upon the brown wooden table.

"I'll go, this is a family matter," Ginny stated.

"What? Are you kidding?" Harry demanded, already pulling his thick sweater that was thrown over the couch arm on.

"I'm family!" Ron protested.

"What's all this ruckus?" Mrs. Weasley asked, walking into the room.

"I'm going to go get George, okay mum?"

"We're going to go get George," Ron corrected before Mrs. Weasley could respond.

"What? Heavens, why would you do a think like that?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

Hermione didn't entirely want Mrs. Weasley to worry about her only twin, so she decided to do something she normally never did. "Just to make sure he gets home okay, he might run into gnomes without his wand," Hermione lied. Ron and Harry gawped at her, whereas Ginny had more sense to stay calm.

"All right then… You kids be careful, it's really coming down out there," Mrs. Weasley warned, eyeing Harry and Ron's looks suspiciously before turning back to washing the dishes.

"Come on, lets go," Ginny urged, leading the group out of the house.


"George?" A soft voice, almost a whisper, questioned in his right whole ear. George groaned, heavy eye lids fluttering open. Blue eyes slide to the right and met soft brown ones. Both pairs widened in surprise. Brown hair, slick and flattened from the rain, framed an angular face with brows furrowed in concern. Pink lips were slightly parted as they often seemed to be. She had a rather large forehead, but only a real git would care about that right now.

"Hermione?" George asked in confusion.

"Shhhh," Hermione cooed, putting a slender finger slowly to his lips. George looked down at it, cross eyed and even more puzzled. A shiver ran down his spine, from the cold or Hermione's presence he did not know.

"What are you…?" George questioned, but was interrupted by Hermione straddling him. This is fucked up... Was all George was able to think as his heart pounded fiercely, threatening to break free of it's cage.

"I know everything's been so stressful for you lately," Hermione said slowly in a purr, the words sounding like a low hum to George. He swallowed, staring at Hermione suspiciously. "Let me relieve your tension…" He froze as she slowly unzipped his jacket and ran her hands down his chest. "Oooh… Quidditch has been goon to you I see…"

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!? George thought over and over again. Still, George was not one to loose control, he still eyed Hermione suspiciously, unconvinced that this was really happening. "Okay Hermione, what's going on? Did you get into something of mine or-" Suddenly her hand roamed down to his abdomen, and then to his groin. George lost control.

Roughly he pulled her into a kiss. His lips crashed against hers, and almost instantly she allowed his tongue entrance. A moan escaped both of them, driving them insane. He kissed madly and passionately, practically pouncing on Hermione, sending them both crashing into the mud.


"George! There you are!" George opened his eyes, still clean and still leaning against the tree. He looked around madly in confusion, looking for Hermione. She was on her knees in front of him, Ginny by her side. Hermione too was clean and had no mud splashed across her back and hair.

"Just a dream," he muttered, relieved yet oddly disappointed at the same time.

"Oh so that's what you were up too," Ginny said. "The clock said you were lost so we went looking for you. Of course Ron, being the moron he is, wanted everyone to split up so now we have to go find him and Harry…"

"That clock's been screwed up lately, I'm not lost," George said, rising to his feet and brushing off his water logged jeans. He only succeeded in smearing the mud all over his jeans.

"So what were you dreaming about?" Ginny asked with an odd looking grin that she obviously couldn't contain. "You were groaning and moaning and muttering…"

Panic flared up in George, burning out all the confusion he had. "Trust me, it was scary," George said.

"Oh really…" Ginny said, eyes boring into his own. "Because it sounded oddly… Umm… Erotic."

Hermione and George both frowned. George thanked God that he, being one of the infamous Weasley twins, hardly ever had the need to blush.

"Ginny that's just twisted, you're the one who has those types of dreams," George countered. This time it was Ginny's turn to panic as a small blush blossomed on her cheeks.

"Am not! SHUT UP!" She charged George and with a playful scream he ran away. "COME BACK HERE, COW!" She brandished her wand and George hid behind a tree. He paused for a moment, relishing the giggling he heard coming from Hermione. He ran around the tree, trying to avoid Ginny, an odd fluttering he hadn't felt in awhile built up in his stomach. George stopped dead, Ginny crashed into him. He quickly grabbed both her wrists. "I GOT YOU!" She screamed.

"Actually Ginny, It's me who's got you," George reminded gently.

Ginny paused, looking down at her trapped hands. She tried to jerk her arm away. Even though she was strong, George was stronger and he held his grip. "God dammit! Okay, you win, let me go."

"Nu-uh not until we get home," George said.

"What?" Ginny demanded angrily.

"You heard me."

"I HATE YOU!"

"Yes you've made that quite clear."

Lighting flashed and thunder crashed, causing white to burst through the night. George could see Hermione jump slightly and look nervously into the sky as Ginny flinched in his grip.

"Okay come on guys… let's go home," Hermione said nervously.

"Aww don't worry Hermione we'll protect you," George teased, not entirely sure what he was saying.

"You'll protect her you mean, I'm gonna go hide behind her. Once you let me go."

George sighed and let her go. "Just don't jinx me, then I won't be able to protect you from that awful light."

"I honestly don't care anymore, I just want some hot chocolate," Ginny said, teeth chattered. George had to agree that that sounded like an excellent idea.

"Well first we need to fine ickle Ronnie and Harry," George said.

"Oh screw them, I'm cold," Ginny said.

"Now you're thinking right Gin."

"What? Oh you are unbelievably selfish!" Hermione scolded.

"Come on Hermione," George coaxed. "Picture this. Sitting in front of the warm toasty fire, sharing a giant wool blanket with Ginny and myself," George jabbed himself in the chest with his thumb, "topped with a creamy mug of hot cocoa. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Yes," Hermione admitted, "but it sounds ten times nicer if you replace yourself with Ron and Harry."

"Oh. I'm hurt," George mocked. Though really he was feeling a bit disappointed.

"Don't feel bad, she'd just rather be with her two boyfriends," Ginny said.

"Well of course, one of them is freaking Harry Potter!" George exclaimed. Ginny glared at him. George smiled innocently.

"Oy Harry! There they are!" George turned around and saw a soaking Ron and Harry run up to meet them.

"Aw come one! We just wasted an entire argument about you two," George complained. Ginny and Hermione smiled while Harry and Ron looked at each other in confusion.

"Lets go back now, I heard some thunder earlier," Harry said.

"Yeah, it was kind of hard to miss it, what with these two scaredy cats jumping up and down." Ginny and Hermione just glared at him, too exhausted to protest. George flashed a grin at the sound of everybody's teeth chattering. "Let's go get some cocoa." Everybody agreed, unable to say a word. They hugged themselves and slowly walked back to the burrow, unable to think of anything but the hot cocoa that awaited them. George, who seemed to be in the middle of everyone was trying in vain to keep his thoughts on the fire and the giant blanket as a certain high pitched voice cackled quietly in the back of his head.