By magnifique@TDA
George POV
I followed McGonagall into Hogwarts.
“Mr. Weasley,” she said, “I’ll have you cleaning the trophies. You’ve done it enough times, I don’t think I need to explain it.”
“But I have Quidittch practice!” I protested, “And the championship match is soon!”
“That’s the consequence,” she said, turning on her heel and leaving.
She left me alone in the room, and I got started. My thoughts drifted to Hermione. She was a pretty enough girl, smart too. She had never given me the time of day before, writing off my pranks as foolishness, and she had finally given me a chance. But what about Ron? My baby brother who was madly in love with her. I had thought about him a lot. Most of the time I had agreed to let him have her, but this was the first time I thought she might actually reciprocate my feelings. I decided that I would fight for her, whatever it took. Time flew, and soon enough my detention was over.
I made my way back to my dormitory.
“Hey!” Fred said, rushing up to me, “I need your clothes.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I’ve got a date with Angelina and my clothes are dirty from Quidditch.” he said, panting.
“Fine,” I said.
I changed into his dirty clothes and we made our way down to dinner.
Hermione POV
I sat at dinner, looking for the twin I had been talking to this afternoon. Both the twins were making their way to the table. I recognized the one I talked to by his clothes as he made his way to Angelina.
“Fred!” she called, giving him a kiss on the mouth.
I felt jealously stirring in my stomach. I thought that I had agreed that I did not like him. I sighed. I was never going to be lucky in love.
Suddenly I didn’t feel so hungry anymore. I dashed out of the Great Hall and made my way to the Common Room. I sat alone near the fire, burying my face in my hands.
A few minutes later, a Weasley twin entered the room, but not Fred.
“Hermione,” George said, looking concerned, “what’s wrong?”
What was it with today and the Weasley twins suddenly wanting to talk to me?
“Nothing,” I said.
“Come on,” he coaxed, “you can tell me.”
“I’m in love with your brother!” I burst out, then covered my mouth.
Where did that come from? I guess love did that sort of thing to
people, losing brain cells and acting stupid.
George gave a sort of a forced laugh.
“Of course,” he said, "Ron?"
“No,” I said.
“
Fred?” he asked a bit incredulously.
I nodded, ashamed.
“So today,” he said slowly, “down by the lake, you thought I was him? That’s why you talked to me?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, “I talked to Fred down by the lake today.”
“No,” he said, “it was me.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I said, “Fred’s wearing the same clothes as he was when I talked to him. I wouldn’t recommend lying to Hermione Granger.”
“You don’t understand,” George said, “I switched clothes with him because he had a date with Angelina and his clothes were dirty from Quidditch.”
“Oh,” I said, embarrassed.
“So who do you like now?” He said mischievously, “Me or Fred?”
I realized that I was fooling myself. I had come to the conclusion that I didn’t like this twin, but seeing Fred kiss Angelina made me realize that I did.
“You,” I blushed, afraid of his answer.
“Well that’s dandy,” He grinned, “because I like you too.”
He took my hand, and I leaned my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them I saw Ron standing in the doorway with an expression that was equal parts hurt and shock on his face. George and I looked innocent enough from a bystander point of view, but Ron knew me too well. The look on my face showed everything.
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