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I didn't talk to the Weasley's the rest of the night. George comforted me when I started to cry, murmuring that everything would be alright in my ear. He knew what it felt like to lose a sibling, he said. And though I didn't know my sister well, I did love her the same as he loved Fred, he said. I was utterly mortified that he saw me cry, and when I stated the fact, he just chuckled.
"You're pretty when you cry," he told me, brushing a tear away from my cheek. "But you're beautiful when you're not."
"Stop it," I muttered, my cheeks tinging pink a little. I couldn't help it. No one had called me beautiful to my face before.
"It's true," he told me. "Look, I may as well start off anew with you. We never got along in school, so, let's start over. My name's George. What's yours?"
I giggled and shook his hand, "Hermione Granger."
"I like to make people laugh, tell jokes, and make things explode," George continued. "What about you?"
"I like to read, and study, and be with family."
He smiled brightly, "Wonderful. Then we can go downstairs and talk to everyone, right?"
"Wrong," I murmured. "But we have to go down there for dinner. Malfoy's coming.""Oh, the joys," he muttered. "There's one thing we have in common. We absolutely hate Malfoy. I have an idea. Are you in?"
"George, I told you I didn't want to be involved in anything!"
He smirked, very evilly, "This doesn't involve. This involves making sure Malfoy never touches Ginny unless she allows it."
I thought about it. I did want to make sure Ginny was safe from the ferret. "Alright, but if this goes any bit overboard, I'm dropping out."
"The great Hermione Granger never backs down from a challenge."
Oh, how right he was. "Of course I don't, because when facing a challenge, you learn new things."
He just smiled and whispered to me his plan.
Alright, what did you think? Short, I know. I'm rushing to get this chap done. This is just a filler. I hope you enjoyed! Review! -Nastya!