The next two weeks went by quietly. Ron and Luna were away on their honeymoon, and Hermione was busy a lot of the time with work. She’d meet up with Harry, Ginny, or some other Weasley at lunch, normally more than one. One day Fred and George decided to have lunch with her. That had been a very entertaining lunch break.
At night, things were very entertaining when Fred and George were both home. They didn’t mean to be entertaining. But with the two of them together, it was a never ending comedy show. Though, often at night, Fred was off with Angelina. So George and Hermione had plenty of time to talk and to get to know each other better.
Hermione always remembered in the back of her mind what she and Ginny had agreed on at Luna’s hen’s night. It would be like incest if she was with one of the Weasley boys. But she could still feel things changing with George. And it didn’t seem like incest at all.
But Hermione was sure George didn’t think of her like that. Why on earth would he? Hermione wasn’t exactly attractive, and the Weasley’s thought of her as part of the family, as a sister.
One Friday night, Fred was out with Angelina, and it was just Hermione and George at the flat. Hermione was reading, and George was trying to sort something out for the shop.
“Hermione?” George asked after awhile, “I can’t do anymore of this. I was thinking about going out. Would you like to come?” Hermione looked up, and smiled at him.
“Where?” she asked. George thought for a moment.
“There’s a Muggle club I know-” he started.
“Oh, Merlin no. I hate clubs,” Hermione cut him off, looking disgusted at the very thought. George laughed.
“Well, we could get some dinner, and then go from there,” George suggested. Hermione nodded, and went to her room to get her purse. George smiled to himself.
A few seconds later Hermione stood in the lounge doorway. George nodded, stood up, and grabbed her arm, and they disapparated. They appeared in the Leaky Cauldron, and they went out into the Muggle street. They walked down the street until they found a small restaurant. They went in, were seated, and ordered some drinks.
“So, Hermione, found anyone yet?” George asked. Hermione frowned, and then remembered their conversation at Ron an d Luna’s wedding. Hermione shook her head.
“Interesting, neither have I,” George said, and he grinned at her. Hermione felt her heart go all fluttery, but she scolded herself. This was George Weasley, she couldn’t like him. It was wrong.
As they ate, they talked a lot, and the subject came to Harry and Ginny.
“I’m really happy for them, Harry deserves a good life after all this shit he’s been through,” George said, “And I can’t think of anyone better for my baby sister.” Hermione smiled at him.
“I agree. They’re perfect for each other,” Hermione gushed. George laughed.
“You’re a romantic at heart aren’t you?” he asked. Hermione shrugged.
“All girls are. They all want a guy to sweep them off her feet,” she said. George smiled, and looked thoughtful. Then he called the waiter, paid the bill, and they walked out and continued walking down the street.
“Why don’t we go see a Muggle movie?” Hermione asked, “I haven’t been to the movie theatres in so long.” George looked at her, and nodded. Hermione grinned, and they made their way to the closest movie theatres they could find. George let Hermione pick a movie, and they paid for the tickets, and popcorn, and went in.
Finally, the movie finished, and they went home. Fred was sitting in the living room, looking over some stuff for the shop. He grinned wickedly at them when they walked in, giving them an odd look.
“And what were you two up to?” he asked. Hermione sighed, and sat down on the couch.
“We had dinner, and then we went to see a movie,” Hermione said. Fred’s eyes flickered between them, and he opened his mouth to say something, but George ran over and covered his mouth before he could say anything.
“Don’t say it,” George snarled. Fred looked unhappy, and Hermione laughed.
“Oh, you guys are great entertainment. Well, I’m going to bed, good-night. I had fun, tonight, George,” she said. The twins said good night to her, and she walked down the hall to her bedroom, smiling.
The next night, Harry came over. George and Fred were quietly working on something for the shop, and Harry and Hermione were sitting on the couch talking.
“Ginny’s mad at you for some reason. Something to do with you dancing with George at Ron and Luna’s wedding,” Harry said. Hermione sighed.
“He asked me, what was I supposed to say?” Hermione snapped. Harry looked hurt, and Hermione gave him a small smile, “Sorry, Harry, I’m not mad at you. I had fun dancing with George, who is a friend. The Weasleys’ are like my family. Ginny knows that.” Harry shrugged.
“I don’t see what her problem is. Even if something was going on between you and George, it would be a good thing. Both of you deserve someone,” Harry said.
“Thanks, Harry,” George piped up. Hermione laughed, and blushed slightly when George looked at her. Harry noticed this and raised an eyebrow. Hermione rolled his eyes at him, but she was still pink. Harry leant in towards her.
“If you ask me, I’m thinking you don’t think of George as family,” Harry whispered. Hermione blushed harder, and Harry laughed. Hermione glared at him.
“Don’t say anything about it!” Hermione mouthed at him. Harry nodded grudgingly.
“Wow, George, Harry and Hermione can communicate without words, just like us!” Fred shouted. Hermione laughed.
“Yes, but the two of you it’s because you’re twins. For Harry and I it took years of practice,” Hermione said. Fred shrugged, and looked back at what he and George were working on. George kept watching Hermione for awhile, making Hermione redder and redder.
“George, aren’t you supposed to be working, not ogling Hermione?” Harry said. George went red this time, and hurriedly turned around to talk to Fred. Fred stifled a snort of laughter as Harry laughed, and Hermione blushed even harder.
“You’ve been around those Weasleys, too much, Hermione, you blush just as much as them,” Harry said quietly. Hermione laughed. But she was uneasy. Harry knew about her feelings for George. It was only a matter of time before he told someone. Probably Ginny.
AN~ YAY! Finally, another chapter! I hope this satisfies my readers! I'm trying to slowly develop a relationship between Hermione and George, but it's very hard, because i just want them to get together already!
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