I know it's been a long, long, loooonnngg, while! Please forgive me! Anyways here goes the new chapter!

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George smirked and replied, "It's nice to see you too Professor. Although I do miss that charming pair of leopard pajamas you were modeling during our last meeting".

McGonagall appeared flustered for a half of a second before choosing to ignore the comment and turned to Hermione, "I believe I should take advantage of this situation Miss Granger, so I must admit that the last essay you turned in for class was especially spectacular", she said smiling that oh-so-rare smile.

Hermione, shocked at receiving such a compliment at a time like this, blushed and mumbled, "Thank you Professor".

McGonagall turned around and walked to her desk, taking a seat behind it. Hermione and George followed her lead and each took a seat in the chairs placed in front of her desk. The professor fished out her jar of sweets from a drawer and silently offered then to the pair. George and Hermione both smiled in thanks and grabbed some of the candies.

After everything was settled McGonagall began, "So, it appears that the sexual tension between the two of you has gotten out of hand," Minerva glared at George whose face now held a wide and mischievous grin, "Now believe me when I say you two are not the first to express their feelings for each other in such a way. However, while the both of you may be 'in love'", here she added air quotes, "you should be aware of something called self-control. I am not here to tell any student who to, as the younger generation says, hook up with. But I am here to let students know when something is out of line. I think that a fair punishment would be to assign you both to scrub the trophies spotless every Saturday this month. But Albus believes that since this is the first offence (for Miss Granger that is) I should be a bit more lenient. So it has been decided that only one Saturday will be sufficient. And Professor Snape has just informed me that there was a little mishap earlier in his class, and his class needs some cleaning," George groaned at the thought of spending his Saturday in a gloomy bat cave, "You should be happy Mr. Weasely that this will take place on only one Saturday. Or would you like to try for two?"

Hermione elbowed George and answered for him, "No Professor, one detention will get us straight. I'll make sure of it."

McGonagall gave a curt nod, "Good to hear. Now you two will report to Professor Snape's classroom at seven tomorrow morning. Your detention will take as long as it needs to. This means that the room must be spotless, and to my liking seeing as Professor Snape has a date tomorrow." George snorted, and then tried to cover it up as a cough, but McGonagall took notice and glared.

She kept a cool, trained look on George and continued, "That is basically all. Tomorrow, seven o'clock. You are dismissed."

Hermione felt intensely relieved, suppressed a sigh and got up to leave, followed by George. They both walked out of the office without further problems…until.

"Oh George! Why must you make things so difficult! You almost got us another detention. You may enjoy it but I certainly don't!" and with that she gave him a good whack on the head and proceeded to walk away.

George stood befuddled for a moment, before realizing that Hermione was already turning the corner. He was filled with the urge to laugh at the thought of being beat up by Hermione but decided it wasn't the best thing to do when she was mad at him. Instead he decided to catch up with her and apologize.

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She walked away in an angered manner and got rather far before realizing what she just did. She just smacked George Weasley across the head. Hermione Granger with the mighty height of five feet six inches just smacked six foot George Weasley. She almost stopped to turn back and apologize before realizing that she couldn't back down now after making such a scene. Hermione groaned and looked down at her reddening hand. Why was she so impulsive all of a sudden? First she kisses George, then accepts a date from him and now she slaps-

"Hermione! Hermione wait!"

She stopped and grudgingly turned to around to face George. She blushed as she noticed that his right ear had gotten injured in her moment of craziness.

"I'm sorry I got you detention, cupcake".

Although -as mentioned- George was many inches taller he managed to look like a child in the face of punishment. Hermione could almost laugh at the perfected look that had been undoubtedly been used on poor Mrs. Weasley.

His head was bowed, eyed look up with his lips pouted. Here he was, a seventeen year old man acting twelve years younger. It was adorable to see him like this.

Hermione's heart melted, as did her firm gaze. She blushed at the pet name, not able to hate it. She was torn between slapping herself to get a grip and giggling.

"Oh George," she sighed, using the phrase the second time tonight.

"Forgive me?" he sounded so innocent and sincere she could've just melted on the spot into mush.

Hermione laughed and said, "I should be the one asking for forgiveness." She reached up and kissed his still red ear.

This didn't help make it any less red though. On the contrary the rest of his face did all the way down to his neck. George felt tingles travel from his ear down his spine.

"Believe me, brownie, I don't mind. You can hit me any day of the week if you kiss it better every time." He wiggled his eyebrows, sensing that everything was alright between them. Hermione slapped his arm, but lightly of course, and continued walking.

George, Hermione noticed, did not follow. She turned around to find him massaging his arm, eyes closed with a pained look on his face.

"I'm not gonna kiss it," she replied with a smirk and continue the path to the tower.

"But it might be broken!" he yelled this while catching up to follow her, clutching his arm.

"Highly doubt it" she said, smirk still in place.

"Its..its-its bleeding! Look!" he flung the "broken" arm in front of her.

Hermione touched the perfectly normal arm and said, "Poor baby, maybe I should…"

George sniffled for added effect and raised his arm closer to her mouth.

Hermione lowered her mouth to the crook of his elbow and-

"But I slapped you shoulder not you arm. No this won't do, you're lying." She practically skipped to the Fat Lady's portrait with a sly smile on her face.

George chuckled at her audacity and began to song to her.

"Why do you build me up (build me up) buttercup, baby, just to let me down and mess me around?" his voice reverberated off the walls.

"How sweet! Oh, I always new you two would make such a lovely couple!" was the Fat Lady's reply.

"Oh we're not-" but Hermione was cut off by George.

"I did too. That's what I've been telling my little pumpkin for years! She finally saw the light" George said brightly.

The Fat Lady giggled and swung open for them, completely forgetting to ask for the password.

George ushered a stunned Hermione through the portrait. Seeing as she was not coming to any time soon he continued his ushering all the way to the girls' staircase.

"Well 'night, love", George said as if it was natural and gave her a quick kiss.

"Yes…'night, love" Hermione said kissing him this time and started up the stairs.

"Wait a moment!" she yelled, coming out of her daze.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"You are aware everyone will be under the impression we are…well, together by tomorrow at lunch with the Fat Lady knowing right?"

"Well we are. It's not a lie", George replied in a matter of fact voice.

"We are?"

"Yes, unless you mind"

"No"

"Okay then, 'night love"

"Night"

And Hermione started up the stairs. As she reached the top she realized she was now George Weasley's girlfriend. She imagined about all the things that would entail.

She got a headache just thinking about it. And butterflies.

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okay its late lol here it is. Sorry for spelling mistakes I haven't read it over. Sorry if its choppy lol. Night, loves