-1Language of Love
By
Sandersforever
Chapter 1 The Book and the Invitation
"GEORGE WEASLEY! Get your scrawny arse down these stairs now."
Hermione Granger's sharp shrill voice carried up through the thick floors of the burrow and straight in to the unprepared ears of the very sleepy red haired twin.
It was ten in the morning and George had only just woken up from what had been a very good dream indeed to find the house ripped apart by Hermione in her desperate bid to find a very important library book on advanced spells that, unbeknown to her, George had hidden in the large storage cupboard on the second floor landing the previous evening.
He smiled slyly to himself ,as he got out of bed, at the length Hermione had gone to to find her missing book. Casually slipping on a dark blue dressing gown and matching soft slippers George opened the door to his bedroom and proceeded down the narrow rickety staircase that lead to the rest of the house, he had no sooner taken two steps in to the large brightly lit kitchen when he was knocked flying by swirl of silky brown hair and peachy skin.
"GEORGE WEASLEY YOU TWAT Give me my library book back now!"
It took George perhaps ten seconds before he realised what was happening and when he finally opened his eyes he found himself staring at the fuming face of Hermione Granger. She was straddling him with both feet pining his struggling legs down and holding his hands above his head in a surprisingly strong grip.
Hermione really had changed a lot over the last few years, her body had matured in to a very beautiful young woman with curves in all the right places and her hair had tamed itself a little, her lips had become full and were a deep rose red and she was dressed in a long-sleeved black top with a silver ribbon round the middle and a pair of black flared trousers. Although her dress was plain there was something about her that made George stare and he couldn't help but notice that she smelled faintly of sweet lavender. "Go on then!" she screamed in his face "tell me where it is I no you hid it George Weasley you were walking about with it yesterday!"
"Ouch Hermione get off"
He was getting rather uncomfortable lying on the cold, hard tiles and he didn't want Hermione to notice the slight lump growing in his boxers. "I'll get of when you tell me where you have hidden my book!" She screamed, so close to his face that her hot breath tickled his cheeks. The rather scary look on Hermione's face told him that it was no good to argue with her. "All right all right" George sighed "I'll give you it back follow me"
Rather reluctantly Hermione clambered of the top of George and followed him up the stairs the familiar grin was back on his face and Hermione didn't like it one bit. They reached the top of the stairs and he turned to face Hermione, "well then" she said still a little annoyed about all these distractions but wary at the same time for she knew George well and knew that he wouldn't just give her book up for nothing.
"How badly do you want your book back Hermione?" George asked slowly
"Well" replied Hermione "if I don't have my book I cant finish my collage and work files and if I cant finish my work files then I will get fired and have a black mark on my record for the rest of my life." The expression on her face had told George the answer even before she had spoke. "Right then I'll give you your book back if… Hermione held her breath dreading what he was about to say. …you come to a party with me.
She stood there for a minute stunned "a party?" she asked a little startled was that it no embarrassing moments no Weasley dares.
"Erm yeh you see there is this erm party that me and Fred have to attend in order to sign a contract so that we can expand the business to France." "What does that have to do with me" interjected Hermione slightly confused "well I thought it would look a little silly if one of the bosses was to turn up alone and we do need to made a good impression." George said a little embarrassed but getting his usual grin back. "so Hermione would you do me the honour of allowing me to escort you to the signing of Weasley's wizard wheezes first contract in Europe."
Hermione laughed alright then she said through the fits of giggles.
She couldn't believe she was being asked to a party by one half of the Weasley duo. She had never thought that George thought of her that way, what was she thinking all he had said was that would she like to go to a party nothing more she was running away with herself, but he might you no said a small voice he could have asked any girl he wanted it was a known fact that the Weasley twins were highly chased especially Fred ,and from the stories she heard he was easily caught to, but hadn't George said that he wanted to make a good impression on the people there so why take her?
"Are you alright Hermione?" asked Ginny as she entered the kitchen "you look rather pale"
Since the war ended Hermione and Ginny had become (if it was possible) even more close and where now better than sisters they told each other pretty much everything. "Erm I'm fine just feeling a little sick I think I'll go and have a quiet lie down for a while" replied Hermione. She walked upstairs being careful to run very quickly and quietly past the twins old bedroom door where she knew they where staying for the week as part of the time of from 'stressful and illness causing' work period which there mother had forced upon them the previous Wednesday.
Once there she lay on the bottom bunk bed , that she shared with Ginny, and stared at the mattress above.
Why did she feel so strange its not like she hadn't had a conversation with George before but she had never walked away feeling so flushed and confused. What could it mean? Suddenly there was a knock at the door, "Hermione? Its Harry Mrs Weasley says that dinner is ready but if you still don't feel well then she will send some food up for you." What should she say? She didn't think that she could face George right at that moment but if she didn't go down then people would start to really worry and fuss over her more, which was the last thing that she needed at that particular time, there was only one option open to her. "I'm fine Harry if you give me a minute to get showered and changed then I will be right down." She would have to see him, I mean it wasn't as though anything had actually physically happened, she was being stupid she decided to march right down there and talk to him casually face to face no fuss, no blushing, just her usual cool level headed self.
"Where's George?" asked Hermione five minutes later, looking around as she five of the Weasley's and Harry sat down to a huge dinner of roast beef and lamb with all of the usual trimmings. "Oh he went home" said Mrs. Weasley rather sadly "Yeh when he walked into our room earlier he looked as though he was about to faint" said Fred "did you do anything to him after he hid your book in the cupboard?" He looked her way rather suspiciously, but Hermione wasn't listening George had gone home. He regretted asking her to the party, he couldn't like her, he acted like it was a mistake. He couldn't like her, he had gone to back to his apartment to avoid seeing her, HE COULDN'T LIKE HER!!!