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Everything goes to JK Rowling !
I wish I owned these Characters :'(
George&Hermione (L)

I can't do this
(Was watching Brokeback Mountain when writing this. Needed help for the kiss)

Cont'd from Chapter 3 ;)
Hermione POV
My cheeks were red and my forehead was steaming.
"Hermione? What's the matter?" Ginny groaned as she rolled over in her bed next to Harry.
"Nothing, nothing. Shhh... Go back to sleep."I whispered, bringing the covers up to her neck.
"What's up, Hermione? I'll help you find your novel if that's the problem." George whispered, coming past Ginny's bed next to the door, to my make-shift bed at the window. I shook my head and wiped my eyes.
"No. It's not that". The duvet covered were pulled back and I just lay there, collecting warmth as he stood at the window.
"Tell me what's the matter. I mean- if I can help, I want to help, you know?" He sighed. George took the place at my side on the other side of the double. He lay on his front and put his face into the pillow.
"George...I know that you took part of my book. And I know that you read it." I whispered. His head lifted and I nodded.
"You really felt that way, 'Mi?"George asked.
"Well, yeah. Of course. That's why I wrote it." I replied, turning on my side. He got up immediatley and walked round to my side of the bed. HE threw the covers back and took my hand.
"Hermione, it's been five years and we've never mentioned this. I can't marry Angelina now that we're like this- You know, open about it." He said, taking my other hand. I furiously shook my head at him in the dark.
"You were getting married?" Ginny exclaimed. It made us both jump.
"Go back to sleep, you're dreaming." I muttered quietly to her.

I turned back to George who slammed his lips to mine. My hands moved to grip the sides of his shirt. His hands were at the side of hips, tightly. Firmly. Roughly he kissed me, my calves hitting the side of the bed. I was sure that my knuckles were white from gripping the arms of his shirt so tightly. I fell backwards onto the bed as gently as I could, still kissing the hell out of George. I heard somebody whince.
"Geo-Georgie? What's... Ahem. What's going on here?"Angelina mumbled, switching the lights on in the room. I pulled away from him on hid my face as best as I could. As George tried him best to explain, I grinned to myself and Harry groaned, picking up the duvvet which was covering Ginny as well as himself.
"I'm sleeping in your bed, George." He groaned. Ginny ran after him.
"Explain please!" She said in a state of tears. I tried to get up from under George.
"George... Come on." I mumbled. He got up straight away. "OK, Ange, this is really out of order." I began, going over to her.
"No(!)" She said, wiping her face.
"Come on. We're talking this out." Ron stated. The door was wide open and he was trying to keep his eyes the same way. All four of us walked down to the kitchen as quietly as we could. I sat at the head of the table with George on my left and Ange on my right. Ron stood at the kettle and crossed his arms. "Can somebody tell me why it is now, like, Half past midnight and why you guys are arguing?" He asked us.
"It's midnight because it's midnight." George scowled. Angelina kicked him under the table.
"It's a long story, Ron." I sighed. He shrugged with the ignorant look I have be dreading the past five minutes. "Well, I like George. George likes me. Angelina has never liked me. George read and extract of my book. They said they were engaged. I cried. We kissed. Angelina saw." I fumbled.

"Wait... You- You kissed Hermione?" Ron asked in a raised and alarmed tone.
"Uh... Yeah. I guess so." George smiled proudly. Angelina grabbed her wand and stood.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" She almost shouted. George gripped onto the table and almost brought it up into the air with him. "I hate you! I fucking hate you, George!" She cried, completely overwhelmed by sadness and shock.
"SECTUMSEMPRA!" I scolded at her. The effects quickly took hold and George dropped drastically into the kitchen table. Now, do I continue her pain which didn't seem to be doing any damage or do I help George who was drastically bleeding? My wand was cracking and it eventually splintered because I was holding it so tightly. I dropped it and went over to George on the table. The spell defected. I wasn't 100% pointing my spell at Angelina.
"George. Oh my- What- George!" I begged at his side. His other ear was slashed.

"I'm holey again." He sighed with a pout. I looked around the kitchen and then back at George who was holding my hand. Ange looked at me then George.
"I'm going to fix you. I am. I am." I stammered, trying my best to use the remains of my wand to heal his ear.
"I don't get it. You snog him but you wont even come near me with a barge pole!" Ron began to inflict. "I mean, what's up with that!"
"What the Merlin and Fudge happened in here?" Fleur asked from the door.
"Just a disagreement." George said, trying to sit up. "Sorry, Ange. I don't want you. I want her. Since 2nd year." He smiled. Angelina scoffed and turned.
"I'm out of this FreakHole." She said, slamming the front door, not even coming back for her belongings. Fleur helped me out with Georges ear and smiled before hugging me.
"It's good to have you back, Hermione. Victoire's really happy to see you too."She said, airkissing both of my cheeks before going back up to bed. I looked at Ron who was really really sad byu the looks of things.
"Am I leaving you to talk or- ?" I asked, going for the room door. Ron shook his head. George nodded. "Ok then." I sighed, "I guess I'll be seeing you at the wedding then?" I smiled, closing the kitchen door behind me. I went back up to my makeshift bed and sighed at the events. He had picked me over Angelina. Ron's mum will hear about this.

Next morning.
9am
3 hours before the wedding.
George POV
The rustling of papers woke me up. The dialing tones woke me up too. Scratching awoke me.
"George! Get up!" Hermione said, hitting the side of my arm with a newspaper. My eyes fluttered open and I was in Ginny's room. Next to the window. Hermione had her back to me , looking out the window and she was on the phone.
"Who you chatting too ?" I asked. She held up a finger, silencing me. Wow. And now's the time I shut up.
"No... Well just publish the blurb without me... I don't care! I'm honestly nearly finished... Last chapter..." She complained. I smirked, sitting up behind her, deciding to take her mind off of her publicist. Pressing my lips to her shoulder causing her to shiver was the best in my arsenal.
"No, No. I'm fine, just phone me when the date's final for the signing- Oh... Well, Diagon Alley is the best... OK. Alright, bye now." she replied, hanging up.

"So, um about last night" Hermione turned. I cut her off, kissing her deeply, "George"She rasped.
"No... Shh. You'll ruin it" I replied, kissing her again like I had last night. She giggled as we heard someone clear their throat.
"And what is going on in here ?" Mum demanded. Oh. Shit.
"Nothing, Mum" I replied, moving away from 'Mione who was blushing up a storm.
"Well, why are you sucking on that poor girls neck? Where is Angelina ?" Mum questioned.
"She left me, mum, 'cause I'm in love with Hermione" I replied. Mum sighed before walking down the hall.
"She doesn't seem happy" Mione murmured.
"She's never happy." I laughed. She pulled my lips back to hers and I felt all the way up and down her back, under her strappy shirt. Savouing her. Practically devouring her.
"I'M GETTING MARRIED! AND you're... heh!" Harry said triumphantly, lowering down to shocked. He cleared his throat and rocked back on his heels. "Snogging... With eachother... At this time of day..." He sighed. I pursed my lips together and stood up.
"Shu'p." I sighed, "Marryin' my sister- you treat me right." I laughed, hitting his shoulder as I walked to my room.

When I was selecting out my best suit for the wedding, mum shouted up to me.
"George! Door for you!" She screamed through the house. It echoed and Crookshanks quivvered on Fred's bed. I sighed heavily and passed Hermione on the stairs. She cocked her eyebrow and watched me answer.
"Merlin..." I whispered when I opened the door.

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