Disclaimer: I do not *sniffle* own Harry Potter…

George smiled as he watched a dazed Hermione make her way up the steps. As soon as she made the left to take the other flight of stairs to her room he let out a sigh and ran his hands through his hair. He still felt nervous from practically asking her to be his girlfriend. His hands were shaking and his knees felt weak. The charming face that he held during their conversation was so convincing it surprised even him. He didn't even know what possessed him to be so bold. So spontaneous.

He walked over to take a seat on the plush couch in front of the dying fire. What was he getting himself into? This all started out as a small façade to help with potion but now…

He really didn't want to hurt Hermione but he was now digging a hole so deep he couldn't climb out. Did he like her? Well, she was a friend. George had never really talked to Hermione much. She hung out with his little brother and sister and with Harry, and he with his own friends.

And he couldn't deny that he was hoping for the potion to last awhile so he could have an excuse to be with her. But was it solely physical attraction? Was that the only reason that he was also acting as though he'd had a bit of the potion?

George thought about what he did like about her. She was sweet, when she wasn't harassing him. He chuckled at the thought. Her intellect only made her more desirable in his opinion. I mean, who wants a bimbo? She displayed during dinner that she did have a funny bone, a plus with this Weasley.

However, beyond that George realized he didn't know much about her. He was convinced though, that there was something there. Whether they would get a stronger friendship or a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, he didn't know.

He concluded that whatever happened this would be over in a week or two. Until then this would be fun. In the end everything would fix itself. George would play along. No one is gonna get really hurt.

With his conscience cleared, George made his way up to his room. The last thought that flitted through his mind before he went to bed was how being with Hermione wouldn't be so bad.

Hermione finished up her shower and began her morning ritual. It was six fifteen when she stepped out of her dormitory, still filled with sleeping roommates. She noticed as she descended the stairs that there was no sign of George. The thought that maybe he had gone without her flitted through her mind.

He wouldn't would he? She wondered. Hermione took a seat a particularly comfy, patched armchair that sat next to the fireplace and wondered what she should do.

Being his girlfriend -she smiled- must entitle them to walk together right? Drumming her fingers on the arm of the chair, Hermione contemplated going to his room and checking if he was still there. She blushed as her mind wandered without her and imagined what he wore to bed. She checked her watch and noticed that it was six-twenty. Hermione Granger was never late and even a Weasley wouldn't ruin her streak.

Again, the cautious voice in her head that always stopped her from committing the act of stupid seemed absent. She stood up with a purposeful look on her face and marched up the boys stairs. She yanked open the door and realized what she'd done.

"Oh my" she gasped. The scene before her looked like it should be taped off.

Pieces of clothing were hanging everywhere and anywhere. Like vines on the canopies of every unmade bed hung belts, pants, and shirts. She made a face when she saw that among the candy wrappers lay the, hopefully clean, underwear of the occupants of the room, tidy whities and boxers to be exact. She wondered which George wore. A pair with smiley faces covered a lamp that was placed on a desk. Broken quills were scattered all over the desk along with ink-blotched parchment. Hermione almost gagged when her eyes caught sight of…she didn't even know what it was. It was fungus ridden and a greenish purple color.

Is it-? No! Yes! Merlin, it's moving! She was very glad she hadn't eaten breakfast before venturing into the boy's "room". Before she threw up last night's dinner she remembered why she was up there.

She looked around and analyzed each of the four beds. The pair on the left had red hair. Hermione hoped that they slept face up which would make figuring out who was George much easier. She checked the one close to her and the door first.

Luck seemed to be on her side because it was George. George was curled up into a fetal position and was hugging his pillow closer to his face. Hermione bit back a laugh as she took in the scene. All that stuck out of the covers was his head which featured a gaping mouth. She sat on his bed and shook his shoulders.

"George, wake up" she whispered, still gently shaking his shoulders.

"… Spider monkey…flying...magical egg plants…" he slurred as sleep coated his words, fogging them up.

Hermione bit back a laugh. "Wake up, George", she said louder this time.

"Mmph…five minutes, mum" he mumbled, burying himself deeper into the confines of his sheets.

"You doofus, it's Hermione! We have detention remember?" she laughed.

At this George shot straight up in bed and looked wildly around. His eyes widened when he saw Hermione's grinning face. Thump. He had fallen out of bed when he tried to get up to quickly.

"What the bloody hell?!" came a groggy, half shout on the opposite side of the room.

In a matter of seconds three wands were pointed at Hermione, before being lowered as they recognized her. George lay tangled in the sheets on the floor, beet red from embarrassment.

"Hullo Hermione, fancy seeing you here at this hour" Fred said charmingly as George finally freed himself.

Lee Jordan and another seventh year began to chuckle at George's expense.

Hermione blushed when she noticed she was in a room with four shirtless boys, three of whom were quidditch players. She cast her eyes downward and explained to all four why she was in there.

"I have a detention to serve with George in-"she look at her watch, "fifteen minutes and I came to get him because I figured he forgot. When I tried to wake him well…you know what happened". She looked up to see what their responses were and forced her eyes to look at faces.

"Oh yeah! I totally forgot!" George exclaimed, running to his trunk and gathering clothes, clad in only his underwear. As he searched Hermione couldn't help but notice how wonderful he looked. His hair was messier than Harry's in the sexiest way. He was lean but far from lanky. There were the beginnings of abs on his torso, a sprinkling of freckles over his pecs and chest. His muscular arms flexed as he moved his belongings around to find a pair of socks. She jumped when he yelled in triumph as he found them.

Ignore the bare *gulp* chests.

"You're welcome here anytime, Hermione", Fred said, wiggling his eyebrows. He was a bit more muscular than George. Other than broader shoulders that had the potential to compliment stronger arms, Fred and George shared the same traits. Hermione did, however noticed a happy trail of hair leading from under his belly button down to- Oh Merlin. The room seemed to get stuffier.

Don't look down.

"Oh yeah, for sure. You don't even have to knock", Lee said grinning, leaning his muscular body against the post of his bed. Hermione's eyes almost widened when her eyes fell on Lee. His smooth, chocolate skin seemed to have no imperfections. HE did have abs. Oh, and what a pack it was. His shoulders were broader than even Fred's and were connected to arms that seemed to have the ability to bench Hermione herself. His skin seemed to call Hermione. It looked baby soft and Hermione wanted to test her observation.

Fa- faces, look a-at their faces…

"And if your roommates every annoy you you're welcome to spend the night here. You can share my bed so you won't have to sleep on the floor." This came from the seventh year she didn't know. "Name's James by the way", he also grinned. He was the buffest of them all. As she took in his perfectly chisled pecs, abs, and muscled arms she even noticed his calves had cuts from the many work outs he must go through. His chest was also the only one in the room with hair. It was not in any way a turn-off though, not a bush but a light spread. He had a manly look about him. Hermione could see him as a hero in those romance novels she did not read.

Those arms…and a six pack! Imagi-FACES!

She tried, oh did she try, but the blush only grew more apparent on Hermione's face. Thankfully, George emerged from the bathroom now dressed in casual attire.

Having heard their "polite" conversation George said, or rather growled, "Very nice of you, mates, but she's taken. C'mon Hermione."

He grabbed her hand and led her out of the dormitory.

"Thanks for the offer. Nice meeting you." Hermione managed to squeak this out as she left the room with George. George let go of her hand and she barely closed the door before she was spun around.

George understood what those gits were up to, but it didn't mean he would like it. For some reason, he felt angry that they would try that charm all five of them used on other girls on Hermione. His Hermione. If he was going to go along with Fred's plan and fake this, all the rules that applied in real relationships would apply. He knew he was being a bit primitive, like a caveman, but she was his girlfriend and no other bloke was going to change that

George kissed her thoroughly and sweetly, holding her by the waist and the nape of her neck. Hermione managed to get her brain working and responded feverously.

"Good morning, love" he said, grinning widely, panting.

"Morning, George" she gasped, also grinning.

"Thanks for waking me up, I would've been hours late."

"No problem, if waking you up comes with a kiss like that I'll do it every day." She wasn't sure where she got the impulse to say this but she passed it off as nothing.

He laughed and once again grabbed her hand and walked down the stairs with her.

Somewhere along the way down to the dungeons George had dropped Hermione's hand and slung it over her shoulder.

Hermione was laughing at a theory George had just recently shared.

"I'm serious! That story I told you last night at dinner has only increased my suspicions" George stated with a convinced look.

"George! Professor Snape is not gay!" Hermione managed through her laughter.

"But it explains everything! Look, he had a boyfriend during his years at Hogwarts and they were very much in love" a solemn mask gracing his features, "The poor bloke was probably under a love potion. During this time Snape was as normal as he could manage. Clean shaven, so to speak. Then one day the love of his life came to his senses and realized what a prick Snape was. He took him to the Three Broomsticks and tried to let him down easy. They couldn't make it work, you see. He'd met someone else who could make him happy, someone who wasn't a deatheater. Marcus, I think his name would be. And since then Snape has been wallowing in self-pity and bitterness. He doesn't wash his hair because he sees no need now that HE'S not there to run his hands through it." George produced a dramatic sigh and a twinkle in his eye to match old Dumby's.

"And he holds such resentment toward Gryffindor because we're all so attractive that it reminds him of his ex-lover". He finished.

Hermione shuddered. "How on earth did you imagine that up??"

"Trelawny figures I have the eye", George said, his chin held up high in mockery.

Hermione burst into more laughter, to which George joined in. Once they're hurting stomachs were too much to bear and they stopped they walked in comfortable silence.

Hermione felt the need to be honest.

"George, I feel like we don't know each other much."

"I know what you mean, well then lets hop to it"

"What?" She gave him a questioning look.

"Let's ask each other questions and find out more about each other"

"Oh…alright. What's your favorite color?" Hermione asked brightly, happy that he didn't think her question was stupid.

"Green." He answered.

"Blue." She countered with a smile.

"Favorite ice cream flavor" he asked.

"Cookies 'n' crème for sure" she replied, almost drooling at the thought.

"Strawberry", to which she made a face and they both laughed.

"Favorite season" she inquired.

"Fall, I love it when the leaves turn those fall colors." He looked as if he was imagining them at that moment.

"I love every season. Never like one to drag on for too long." She didn't notice she leaned even closer to George, who also didn't notice his arm wrapping tighter around her protectively.

"Would you rather snog Fudge or Flitwick?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

"George!" she smacked his chest lightly, laughing at the thought.

"It's a perfectly decent question!" he stated innocently.

Hermione mumbled an answer.

"What was that, love?" he asked still grinning.

"Fudge! I'd rather snog Fudge all right?" She blushed and looked away from George, amusement playing on her face at what they were discussing.

"Good choice, I have a feeling Flitwick would attempt to put a little tongue into it."

She squealed with disgust. "George!"

He laughed at the look of horror that was on her face and tugged her closer when she tried to pull away in mock anger.

"You're lucky you're a cute one, Weasley" she huffed, crossing her arms. She realized what she said and wondered why she seemed unable to hold her tongue lately.

"I knew you only liked me for my looks." He sniffled.

She laughed, "George, I like you for much more than your looks. Your shenanigans wouldn't be worth putting up with if it was only for your looks,"

He ignored the insult and instead questioned her on her vocabulary.

"Really, Hermione? Shenanigans? What are you eighty?"

"It's a perfectly acceptable substitution for a more vulgar use of 'your shit'!" she said in exasperation.

"You're so sexy when you curse, love. You know that?" giving her a peck on the lips.

Hermione blushed and awkwardly mumbled a thank-you.

The rest of the way down to detention continued the same way. Their laughter rang through the halls and so did their small rows.

They arrived in front of Snape's office and George removed his arm. Hermione proceeded to knock on the door.

"Come in" came the reply surprisingly from Snape, who they thought would be on his 'date'.

"Poppy dear, I need to know how fancy the restaurant that we're going to is" Snape walked through the door that led to his quarters. He stopped and his eyes widened.

Hermione, George and Snape all stood planted, shocked and unsure what to say. Snape stood there in a half unbuttoned blue dress shirt, slacks and holding two ties, one green and one silver. His hair was even combed and looked slightly less greasy.

How Slytherin, Hermione thought.

Snape finally gathered some dignity and asked in his lazy tone, "What are you two doing here?"

"We have detention today, given by Professor McGonagall." Hermione was the one to answer.

"I seem to have forgotten due to… other arrangements." Snape said with as much dignity as a man half-naked and shoeless could be.

He continued, "You two wait here until Minerva arrives and do not touch any-"

"Oh Sevvy!! You dressed up for me!" Madam Pomfrey ran in, a look of joy on her face and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. She was wearing a white dress with blue polka-dots and blue heels.

It took all Hermione had not to gag at the sight. She felt George lean closer to her and he whispered something out of the corner of his mouth.

"I have a feeling that this means my theory isn't true."

So? What do you think? I hope it isn't dreadful…Oh and now I have a beta, my beautiful cousin. A downside is she likes Twilight *bleh*. But I love her…and happily annoy her by being on Team Jacob. Leeches suck! Literally lol

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