The next morning, Hermione and Ron arrived at Harry’s at 11. He answered the door in his pyjamas, his hair more scruffy than usual, and his glasses askew from being shoved on.
“Why are you here so early?” he asked. Hermione snorted with laughed, and Ron just grinned.
“It’s 11, mate. You told us 11,” Ron said. Harry clapped a hand to his forehead.
“Shit! Gimme a minute!” he said, running back into the house. Ron and Hermione took this as a welcome, and went into the living room.
“It’s so weird being here when I don’t live here anymore,” Hermione said. Ron nodded.
“True. Sometimes I miss the old days with the three of us,” Ron agreed. Hermione laughed.
“Ron, the ‘old days’ were a month ago!” she pointed out. Ron scratched his head, then looked shocked.
“Only? It seems like so much longer!” Ron said. Hermione laughed as Harry came in looking utterly confused.
As the day wore on, Hermione got more and more nervous about the evening. After what she heard last night, she knew George was going to admit his feelings for her, and she wasn’t sure what she was going to do. She liked him, a lot, but he was a Weasley. The Weasleys were like her family.
Ron and Harry had noticed that she had her mind on something, and tried to get her to tell them, eventually she did, and they were shocked into silence for a couple of seconds.
“I knew it!” Harry suddenly burst out.
“Luna owes me two sickles!” Ron said, and both of them got and started happy dancing. Hermione watched them incredulously for about a minute before she realised what Ron said.
“Wait. You BET on this!?” Hermione cried out. Ron looked at Hermione, slightly scared.
“It was kind of obvious,” Ron said, “Luna thought that there was one of her creatures attacking you or something. Of course, I knew better.” Hermione rolled her eyes as the boys sat down again.
“So, he’ll tell you, you’ll tell him, you’ll tell the family, and then you’ll live happily ever after,” Harry said grinning. Hermione raised an eyebrow, and laughed once.
“Ginny won’t be happy,” she said. Ron rolled his eyes.
“Who cares what Ginny thinks?” Harry asked. Hermione gave Harry an odd look.
“She’s your fiancé,” Hermione pointed out, “I hope you do.” Harry sighed.
“I care what she thinks about other things. But for this she’s just simply wrong. She’ll get over it,” Harry said. Hermione ignored him as she thought about what Ginny’s reaction would be like. She decided it was best if Ginny didn’t know.
“We won’t tell the family. That is, if we do get together. I’m sure Molly would be happy, and so would the rest of the family, but Ginny would react badly, and it could tear the family apart,” Hermione said. Ron and Harry stared at her again.
“Are you serious?” Ron asked, “You can’t let Ginny make you hide it.”
“It won’t be for long, just until we figure out how to approach it best. Again, this is IF we do get together,” Hermione said. Harry and Ron glanced at each other, and then looked back at Hermione.
“You will,” they said simultaneously. Hermione rolled her eyes at her two best friends, and the three of them continued talking.
Hermione arrived back at the apartment at six. She walked in and smelt some food cooking. She wondered what George was cooking as she walked into the kitchen. George was standing over the stove poking a wooden spoon into the pot. Hermione burst out laughed, and George turned around.
“Hermione! I didn’t realise you’d be back so early!” he exclaimed. He looked extremely flustered and nervous. Hermione thought it was very cute. She smiled at him.
“It’s six, I had to come home to eat at some point,” she pointed out, “What are you cooking?”
“I’m trying to cook spaghetti Bolognese. Cooking isn’t as easy as Mum makes it look,” George said, looking down at his feet, embarrassed. Hermione shrugged.
“I’ll eat anything. I’ve eaten worse. Why are cooking so fancy anyway? The only reason I can cook at all is because I boil and mash potatoes, and shove sausages in the oven,” Hermione said. George shrugged.
“I just felt like it. Fred is going out with Angelina tonight, so it’s just the two of us,” George said. Hermione nodded, trying not to show that she knew what was going to happen.
She went into the living room silently, letting George finish cooking. Half an hour later, George dished it up. It was a chunky, glumpy dinner, but it tasted okay, and it was food, so George and Hermione ate in silence.
When they were finished, George cleaned the dishes by magic, and then sat by Hermione on the couch.
“So, what was dinner all about?” Hermione asked casually as her insides flipped over. George turned to look at her, looking extremely nervous.
“This is really hard for me, Hermione. The thing is, that I have…feelings for you. Strong feelings. Different form being friends, or family. I really, really like you,” he said. Hermione stared at him. Even though she knew it was coming, it was still a shock to hear.
“Thank Merlin,” she breathed out. George gave her an odd look, and she grinned at him, “I feel exactly the same.” She then leant forward and kissed him gently. They broke apart, and George looked incredulous.
“Really?” he asked, amazed. Hermione nodded, and then bit her lip.
“We can’t tell anyone yet. Ginny will hate the idea of it. Wait until she’s really excited about her wedding, then she’ll be too distracted,” Hermione said.
“When you say anyone, who can we tell?” he asked. Hermione rolled her eyes.
“Fred. Ron. Harry. Ron will probably tell Luna. But that’s it. Just for now,” Hermione said softly. George nodded.
“I can live with that,” he said, and then he kissed Hermione softly.
AN~ Now, that seems sort of anti-climactic...oh well. This is no where near the end, this is just the beginning of the story :D. Yes, they're going to hide it for awhile - it makes things a little more exciting. And I have a big plan for when they DO tell the family. It's going to be great, so make sure you keep reading! Thanks for reading, please review!