Chapter 4! Don't worry; there will be some Mione/George in this chapter! Yep, you guessed it; I don't own Harry Potter :(x
The next day, George awoke and wondered down to the common room, to see Hermione, sitting by the fire, using her wand to straighten her hair. She was wearing her Bauxbatons dress but without the jacket and she was wearing odd socks. George couldn't help noticing that she looked stunning without make up.
"Boo!" he cried and put his hands on her shoulders. Hermione jumped and turned around, glaring.
"Ce que l'enfer n'était que pour?"
"Mione?"
"Oh, sorry!" she laughed "Force of habit!"
He grinned and sat down next to her, staring into the fire. "Why you straightening your hair, it's pretty the way it is!"
"Just like a change. Thanks by the way." She said, blushing slightly.
"Um, Mione, I know that no one had really mentioned it, but I am truly sorry about what happened in your first year, I really am. You have no idea how bad I felt when I'd heard you'd left..." he began but Hermione stopped him by putting her finger to his lips
"George, I don't mind. It was a drastic thing for me to do, leave all of a sudden and I felt bad! Don't worry about it, I've forgotten about it... but... thank you for saying sorry... I'm sorry as well!"
"For what?"
"Just everything really, being a cow when I was first here, leaving suddenly, coming back etc!"
"Mione..."
"Mione?"
"Yeah, well, I can't be bothered to say 'Hermione' and Hermy sounds a bit crap!"
"Ha! Thanks!" Hermione laughed "Yeah, the girls call me Minnie!"
"Snazzy!"
"Yeah, I know right!" Hermione grinned, pulling out her makeup bag and putting on her foundation.
"Why on earth are you wearing that? You don't need it!" cried George, throwing his hands up in the air
"Well, I hate the few freckles I have on my nose and it just makes me look more 'finished'! Would you like to use some?"
"No fear! Why are you drawing on the bottoms of your eyes?"
"This, my dear friend, is called eyeliner, and this black brush, mascara!" Hermione giggled, doing her eyes. When she had finished she turned to face George.
"So, not entering the tournament?"
"Too young!" pouted George
"Aw, baby!" Hermione laughed and ruffled his hair "You coming to breakfast?"
"Yeah, I'll escort you!"
"Joys!" Hermione smirked, but let George pull her up and link his arm with her own.
"It's weird, y'know, being back, but not being in Gryffindor uniform!"
"Yeah, its weird seeing you in pale blue, aren't you cold?"
"Bloody freezing! I'd forgotten how cold it was here!"
"Here, use my cloak!" George, grinned passing her his cloak, shivers going up his spine as he helped her put it on.
"Sure you won't be cold?" she asked as they walked down the grand staircase
"Huh! I'm a man! I won't be cold!" George winked and puffed out his chest
"Well, 'man' is pushing it a bit!" laughed Hermione and poked him in the chest, feeling a six pack(!)
George, pulled a puppy dog face and Hermione laughed, blowing him a kiss. George, felt butterflies go through him "She's 2 years younger than you, she's 2 years younger than you!" he kept saying to himself.
They got to the great hall and sat down, on the Gryffindor table; George being very aware of everyone's eyes on them
"They're watching us y'know!" he whispered to Hermione, who was putting some yogurt into a bowl with some strawberries
"Well, who wouldn't, we're like so hot!" she laughed playfully
"I think it's because you're sitting with me!"
"Well, it's a free country, I can sit with who I like cant I?" Hermione, looked up at him, worry suddenly clouding her face "Oh, unless, you usually sit next to your girlfriend or something..."
"Mione, there is no 'girlfriend' and I usually sit with Fred at breakfast, and to be honest, it's a relief to be sitting next to someone who doesn't spray me with food every time they talk!"
Hermione laughed, a light tinkling laugh that sent shivers down George's spine. George, knew, deep down, he had fallen head over heels for her, without even noticing, not that he minded of course!
"Hey, Mione?"
"Yeah?"
"You going to put your name in?"
"Yeah..."
"Shall we go now, I don't think anyone's in there..."
How wrong he was! It seemed like the whole 3 schools were there, watching people put their names in, cheering or booing.
"No one here?" hissed Hermione "Oh yeah!"
"Whoops!"
Hermione smiled and walked forward, taking a piece of parchment with her name on, out of her dress pocket. With easy confidence and a slight sway of hips, she walked into the ring of age, and jumped up to put her name in the goblet. All of the Beauxbatons cheered, and so did most of the boys at the time, George included. She grinned, blushed and hurried back to stand next to George.
"Nice one!" whispered George "I wish I could put my name in..."
"You're too young!"
"Uh! You're only 15! It's stupid that they're letting YOU enter!"
"Jealous are we!"
"No! Why would I be jealous?" George pouted and Hermione laughed
"Well..."
"Oi, George!"
Fred bounded over, and looked from George to Hermione
"Why is she wearing your cloak?"
"Oh, um, i... well... she was cold!" George replied defensively, going red
"Well, she should have thought of that before she left!"
"Fred, how are you're pink pyjamas?" Hermione asked, smirking and George snorted "Look, my friends want me, bye George!"
"See, you later?"
"Yeah!" she laughed, gave him a quick hug and his cloak back, then ran over to her friends.
"You've got it bad!" laughed Fred, as George gazed after her
"Oh shut up!"
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Lilli xx