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So on to chapter 2!
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I groan as Mrs. Weasley knocks on the door in the morning signaling breakfast, and feeling incredibly tired and lazy, I use my wand to get dressed and fix my hair, making my way downstairs and sitting next to Ginny at the table; Harry at her other side. George, Charlie and Ron soon join us at the table, sitting across from me and Ginny. When Mr. Weasley finally sits, Mrs. Weasley starts handing out plates. Percy, Bill and Fleur will be joining us later on in the day for a small Christmas Eve party.
We all eat in silence, saying goodbye to Mr. Weasly as he leaves for work and Mrs. Weasley follows him from the table, making some last minute arrangements for tonight.
I catch eyes with George from across the table and give him a small smile. He continues to hold my gaze but doesn't return the gesture as Ginny speaks.
"You two were certainly out late," she states, looking at me.
Ron, who had only shown up this morning from he and Harry's flat looks to me in confusion.
I shrug at Ginny in response, which was not the answer she was obviously expecting.
"Where were you two?" She asks, looking back and forth between George and I, gaining Charlie's attention.
From across the table, George raises an eyebrow at me making me grin. "My place," I reply simply, watching as George's mouth forms a smile, which does not go un-noticed by anyone at the table.
"Do I want to know what you were up to?" Charlie asks with a grin and a quick glance to Ron.
George shrugs. "We were just watching movies."
Ron doesn't seem convinced, but seems more surprised at George's input into the conversation than anything.
"Hermione," George says, placing his fork down on his plate and folding his hands on the table before him. "I need to go to the shop at about four today and I was wondering if you would like to join me."
Ron, Charlie, Harry and Ginny all turn to me, Harry and Ginny in amusement, and Ron in what looks like anger.
I look from Ron back to George, deciding that Ron's thoughts on me spending time with George really don't matter. So what if I decide to be better friends with his brother? George can certainly use some friendship in his life.
"I'd love to," I reply and George smiles at me in return.
When we all finish eating, I collect the dishes and bring them to the sink, deciding to help Mrs. Weasley by washing them.
"Need help?"
I turn to face George who is watching me with a grin.
"You're actually willing to do more Muggle work?" I ask as he walks over to me, reaching past me to turn the sink on.
"Gives me something to do for now," he replies, beginning to wash one of the used plates. "And gets me away from Ron and Gin."
"They think something's going on between us," I reply, drying the dish he had just washed.
"Maybe we should play it up then," he says with a wink, flicking water at me.
Before I can respond he flicks some more at me, and deciding to beat him at his own game, I take the sink nozzle and squirt him right in the face.
He stands there, looking at me in surprise as I drop the nozzle, waiting for a reaction from his sopping wet face. As a grin forms on his face, I slowly back away from him. "I suggest running," he says with a smirk.
Needing no more warning than that, I turn out of the kitchen and quickly make my way past where Charlie, Ron, Harry and Ginny were sitting in the living room, George following close behind me. I run up the stairs past Mrs. Weasley and find myself facing a dead end.
I turn around and see George walking towards me.
"I'm sorry?" I say, backing up until my back hits the wall, George still walking towards me.
When he gets to me, he places a hand on either side of my shoulders against the wall.
"What are you going to do?" I ask him quietly as he leans towards me.
"Kiss you," he responds.
I look at him in confusion and he smiles at me, bending down to press his lips against mine.
When he pulls away from me, he raises an eyebrow. "You're not going to smack me are you?" I can only shake my head at him and he smiles. "Does that mean you'd let me kiss you again?"
I study his face carefully, just as I had been doing last night when he was sitting in front of the fire. I can hardly believe that this is the same person that I had brought to my flat last night. This is more like the old George; the George who used to light up a room. The George who used to make me laugh, although I'd never admit it at the time.
As I smirk at him, he gives me a questioning look. Slowly, I wrap my arms around his neck. "Only if you let me kiss you."
"I never knew you to be so forward," he states, moving his hands from the wall to my waist.
"And I've never known you to be into book worms."
He shakes his head and rests his forehead against mine. "You are by far not the bookworm that you once were."
In a hardly conscious motion, I move my hand to George's hair and pull his head down so my lips meet his.
There's a loud clutter at the other end of the hall making the two of us jump and pull away from each other quickly, looking towards the noise where Ron was standing, a chess set strewn on the floor before him.
He stares at the two of us in amazement and then changes his expression into a glare, using his wand to clean up the mess he had made and walks into his room, slamming his door behind him.
I cringe as George breathes in deeply.
"Hermione, I-"
"No," I state, cutting him off. "I have absolutely no clue what your intentions are with me, but right now, that really doesn't matter. The fact is, he has no right to be mad at me."
He doesn't respond and I shake my head. "I'm going to go talk to him."
George nods at me and I walk over to Ron's door, pausing before opening it without knocking. I step inside, and close the door behind me where his face meets mine in a glare.
"Get out of my room."
"No," I reply. "You have no right to act like this."
"No right?" He exclaims, standing from where he had been sitting on his bed. "You were just kissing my brother!"
"So?"
I've rendered him speechless and he stands still, gaping at me.
"Ronald," I state, looking at him fiercely. "You and I are not dating. We tried it and we both agreed that it didn't work. You are being completely immature."
"I'm immature?" He asks me rhetorically. "I'm not the one taking advantage of George's emotions after Fred's death!"
The force of my open palm on his cheek sends out a loud smack and he staggers backwards.
"How dare you!" I exclaim, and it makes me feel a bit better that I detect fear in his eyes. He's probably remembering that time I sent birds after him. "I would never take advantage of someone. Especially not George!"
"So what?" He asks in anger. "You have feelings for him?"
"I always have, you prat!"
We both stand there in shock over what I had just admitted. I've never thought about it before, but it's true. I've always had feelings for George, but always suppressed them to crush level because he was Ron's brother and so different from me that he'd never return them. Only; he's not so different from me.
Ron having sat back down on his bed, finally having nothing left to say to me, I turn around and swing the door open. I'm not entirely surprised to see Harry, Ginny, Charlie and George in the hallway.
Ignoring them, I walk into Ginny's room and shut the door behind me, sitting on the cot that Mrs. Weasley had set up for me not knowing that George had used it last night.
"Bollocks," I mutter, staring out the window.
Slowly, the door opens and I turn towards the creaking hinges to where George is peeking around the corner. He looks at me in contemplation for a moment before smiling. "Ready to go to the shop, then?"
Surprised as I am by his lack of reaction to what he had just overheard, I am just as grateful and I stand up. "Incredibly," I reply and he laughs.
George stops me before I reach the door, stepping inside and closing it behind him. He kisses my forehead and then pulls me into a tight hug. "Thank you," he says softly.
"For what?" I ask him.
He pulls away a slight bit so he can look me in the eyes. "Caring."
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