Challenge: 4

Prompt: An Unnatural Shade of Green

Restrictions: None

Title: To Trust a Weasley
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 674
A/N(optional): I won this round, well happy!

'Green doesn't suit you, Granger.'

She finished putting her hair in a ponytail and looked down at her clothes and then back at him.

'I'm not wearing green.'

'Oh, but you are.'

Before she could respond, George walked away from her, an annoying smug grin on his face. She mentally shrugged, used to either or both of the twins baffling her on occasion.

She was at the Burrow along with the Weasley family and the extended Weasley family. She walked through the house and out into the yard. She could see couples sat together on the grass, various tiny Weasleys running around and screaming and, although she tried her hardest not to look at them, a certain red head and his girlfriend.

Her stomach twisted and she looked away and started walking towards where Harry and Ron were being sickeningly in love and having eyes only for the other. She changed direction again and walked for a couple of minutes with no intention.

Before long she could hear footsteps coming towards her and she turned to see George jogging to catch up with her.

'I told you before, Hermione, green doesn't suit you!'

She stopped and turned towards him, her irritation obvious.

'And I told you before that I'm not wearing green!'

'No really! Here have a sweet.' He held out a paper bag and she saw lots of small, green, hard boiled sweets. 'And before you protest I'm eating one at the minute so they're not going to do you any damage.'

Against her better judgement, she took one of the hard boiled sweets and started to suck it to death. She started walking slowly, waiting for George to carry on the conversation - she couldn't really be bothered what with all that was racing through her mind.

'So, Hermione, how are you on this sunny summer's afternoon.'

She was about to answer when she looked down at her hands. They were green. Anger and mortification surged through her. She turned on George.

'You said they wouldn't do anything! I'M GREEN!'

'Actually you're not.'

She held out her hands in front of George's face.

'I'd call that green, George!'

'And I'd call it the jealous feelings you're keeping bottled inside you. Is there a reason why you're avoiding my darling twin brother, Hermione? Other than you're highly jealous of his girlfriend, because you'd rather be the person he was snogging the face off, of course!'

Her jaw dropped. She looked at George and realised he wasn't green but still eating the sweet.

'You invented a sweet that when you sucked on it, gave you the ability to see people's jealousy?'

'Correct! And yes, I am a genius!'

'But... how did you know it was Fred I'm... I mean, not that I...'

'I've been watching you over the course of the day, and you've been green all the time, it gets really bright, though, when you're looking at Fred and Clara. It doesn't take a lot of deduction.'

Horror surged through her.

'Does Fred know? Has he been eating-'

'Relax, Hermione. Somehow Fred has remained oblivious, but it won't take him long to catch on, or to realise that our latest test batch of these sweets work perfectly well and are fine for eating. Maybe you should do something about it and talk to him.'

'But Fred and Clara-'

'Work better as friends. Fred told me, it's all amicable, and they're still um... enjoying... each other, but believe me when I say that there's nothing to lose in telling him how you feel. Trust me.'

'Anyone who listens to a Weasley Twin when they say 'trust me' is a fool.'

George laughed out loud.

'You may have a point. But either way, you have nothing to lose.'

She nodded and pondered for a minute.

'George.'

'Yes, Hermione.'

'When do I stop seeing myself as green?'

'When you tell Fred how you feel.'

'George!'

'Half hour... An hour... Couple...'

'Do you actually know?'

'Not a clue. I'd go and talk to Fred if I were you!'