Language of Love
By
Sandersforever
Chapter 2
George felt terrible his head was spinning and his throat felt like sandpaper "oh did I get drunk or did I get drunk (A.N I know its from Red Dwarf but its to damn good a line to miss)
What had happened to him last night?
He remembered walking into the Three Broomsticks after leaving his parents house but why he left, when he left or how he got home where a complete mystery. Looking at the calendar which was hanging on the wall facing him he saw that it was a Friday. Great he thought the one day a week, for the next two months, which he gets to go in to the office and he has to have the hang over from hell.
"Well its about time you got up I thought that me and Verity where going to have to cope by ourselves." Fred said looking rather smug, "you know you really shouldn't use illness as an excuse to go out drinking, mum can always tell when you are lying" George ignored him he knew it was a mistake to drink that much anytime especially the night before a busy day at the shop but what ever had made him drink must have been worth Fred's comments.
At half past one things in the shop had begun to quieten down and George decided to go for lunch in a cosy café he knew down the end of Diagon alley, he pushed the door open and walked into the room a wave of lavender scent filled his nostrils it was refreshing and sweet and seamed to unlock his mind from the alcohol block. Suddenly everything came rushing back being pined to the kitchen floor, giving Hermione her book and… oh god.
He had asked Hermione to the party.
After everything he had been through the war and school he had still been forced to get drunk in order to forget about asking one person to a party. "But she's not just any one person" he whispered softly to himself "she's special."
Sitting down on one of the soft brown leather sofa's he remembered the first time he saw the brown haired bookworm, who had plagued his mind from then on.
Flashback
"Excuse me have any of you seen a rather large toad Neville here has lost his." A small first year girl with bushy brown hair entered the compartment he was sharing with Fred and Lee. "Well" said Fred with a slight smile "if we have seen it, lets just say it won't look anything like a toad any more, especially with the added feathers." The boy called Neville whimpered. "He is only messing with ya" laughed George "we haven't seen your toad but I will help you look for him if you want" slowly he got up and followed the girl out of the compartment.
"Sorry about him" George said after the door was shut "I'm George Weasley and that idiot in there was my twin Fred. He held out his hand the boy took it and then the girl "I'm Hermione Granger pleased to meet you" George blushed slightly as his hand touched hers her skin was warm and ever so soft, like hot silk. "So" he said slowly letting go of his hand after an awkward pause "I'm guessing that you to must be first years?" they nodded the boy looking rather sacred "don't worry its not as bad as it seems the place is ok just watch out for Filtch the caretaker and his cat they will do anything to get you punished….. He fell silent after what seemed like an eternity Hermione spoke. "Well we had better try and find your toad Neville we are ok" she said turning to George "you just go back to your brother, it was nice meeting you George Weasley" and she walked of up the train taking Neville with her.
What a strange girl George thought to himself as he turned and walked back in to the compartment.
End of flash back
It was easier back then he was young and had little sense of love and emotions but as he grew and got to know her better she seemed to bewitch him there was just something about her that fascinated it was a well know fact that she was one of the best looking witches of her age and plenty of men wanted her but she just didn't seem interested in any of them her career was the most important thing in her life apart from her friends and she would spend hours in the office she had set up in the burrow because her old flat was far to small.
George had thought of going in there and telling her how he felt hundreds of times but he never seemed to be able to find the right moment, sometimes he would sit on the landing outside the door for hours either reading a book if he had one at the time or just sitting thinking, listening it was his favourite haunt when he was at home and with a little concealment charm he could be left in peace.
Just then a loud bang and a shout broke him out of his thoughts "TONKS! For god sake watch where you are going you could hurt the child!" the panicked voice of his good friend Remus Lupin drifted over to him from the door followed almost at once by the angry shriek of his very pregnant wife Nymphadora.
"I WAS BEING CAREFUL YOU THINK IT WAS MY FAULT SOME STUPID BUGGER PUT A FUCKING PLANT IN MY WAY?"
George laughed Tonks had always been clumsy and it hadn't improved since she became pregnant. Shouting to them, the two saw George and came over to greet him. "Long time no see" said Tonks shaking Georges hand as her husband went to get drinks "how are you?" Good thanks, the families ok and me and Fred just opened up a new shop in Hogsmead."
Just then Remus returned with drinks and cake for both him and his wife. "So" said George with a slight noticing the clumsy way that Lupin was trying to hand his wife her cup without her having to lean forward "How's your own little family going? Tonks gave him a glowering look "don't ask if I had known it was this much hassle being pregnant then I would have become a nun." George just laughed and that's how they stayed for the next hour talking laughing remembering past times and lost friends until George saw that it was four thirty and said with a little sadness that he would have to go.
Sitting in his office at the shop along time later George was busy sorting out the new forms which had appeared by there new floo network ordering system. It always amazed him the new inventions which the most ordinary people seemed to come up with. Suddenly there was a soft knock at the door and Hermione walked in with a slightly reddish tinge in her cheeks.
"Erm hi George" she said rather nervously "can I have a word with you?" George stood there for a second she had clearly just left work as her arms where full of folders and she had a huge leather bag slung over her shoulder.
"Sure"
George said snapping out of his trance and motioning to an armchair for her to sit. Gratefully she sat and deposited her folders on the desk. "So what's up" said George placing himself in the other chair and faced her looking slightly nervous. It was the first time he had seen her since last night and he still wasn't sure that he had all of the facts. "well" she said a little nervously "I was wondering about the party, you see yesterday you left before I had a chance to ask you the time or the place which its set at and I just wondered……
She trailed of seeming to have lost the courage that she had spent most of the day building up. "Oh right yeh sorry" Said George a little quietly. "Well of course the party is in France, Paris to be more precise and its around 7:30 on the Saturday I think, Fred knows more about it than I do, he mostly organises the functions and such im more at the financial and business side of the things." he laughed slightly as memories of him and Fred's dealings over the passed few years.
Most people just thought of him as one part of the Weasley twins always playing pranks and never taking life very seriously, but that was only him on the surface there where very few people (apart from Fred of course) who knew the real George underneath the image. Underneath he was quite sensible really especially when it came to the shop Fred mostly stopped at the wild parties and chatted up the women, he on the other hand preferred to be surrounded by work. It was his life and one of the only things which mattered to him in this world, but he was prepared to give up that image often in public if it helped to expand the shop.
"George?"
A sudden voice brought him out of his trance Hermione was still sitting there with a slightly confused look on her face. "Oh right sorry" said George. "Well if you want I had thought that I could pick you up you see I thought you could use a little cheering up after you have been working so hard lately at work so I pulled a few strings with some of my friends from school who now work at the ministry and managed to acquire some of there top level transport." he grinned at the look on her face Hermione rarely smiled during the week as she had a very stressful time at work but it was good to see her like this as she looked so beautiful when she smiled and it was even better when that particular smile happened to be caused by him.
"Oh really George?, my god that's fantastic" he said looking truly excited. She had heard about the new transport systems that the ministry had just finished developing they where supposed to be the ultimate in luxury travel and cost an absolute fortune. Barely anyone below the ministers private staff could afford to hire one for even an hour and here he was hiring one for the whole night just for her.
George mused over the excited look on her face. "You deserve it Hermione and anyway" he said with a small wink "we might just be able to show Fred up at one of his own parties for the first time in his life"
Hermione just laughed at this.
"Well I had better get back to my flat" said Hermione checking her watch and standing up "we have just had a new out break of doxy bites at the hospital it seems that some estate agency tried to save on money and get every member of there staff to help clean this derelict house that had been empty for years and they found the place over run by doxies, horrible mess they where in when the healers got there and of course a massive over time on paper work for me."
Smiling George stood as well and followed Hermione through the door of the office and into the dark shop towards the front door. "well I suppose I will see you on Saturday" said George holding the door for Hermione "Yeh I suppose you will bye then" said Hermione brightly
"bye"
As she was walking away a sudden impulse took over Hermione and without knowing what she was doing she had turned around walked back to the shop and with a quick "thank you" in his ear had kissed George lightly on the cheek.