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It was New Years Eve and everyone was sat around the table having finished dinner. They stayed there all night talking playing games and it was perfect. When it came to the time they began the countdown holding hands around the table, Hermione was in between George and Harry.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one... Happy New Year!” everyone shouted.
Hermione turned to George and hugged him and George pulled her closer, “Happy New Year, Hermione.”
“Happy New Year George, I hope the year ahead brings everything you’re searching for and is filled with the love, happiness and laughter you bring to me every day,” Hermione whispered to him.
“Thanks and the same to you,” he grinned before turning away to hug his twin and they each made their way round family and friends wishing them the best for the New Year.
Day by day past and the holidays were slowly disappearing.
“Can’t believe this is our last day before we go back to Hogwarts,” said Ginny.
“I know,” Hermione said, “It’s gone too quick.”
“Since I’ve been here I think I’ve made some pretty depressing discoveries but there’s nothing more depressing than going back to Hogwarts with Umbridge there,” George groaned.
“Depressing discoveries?” Ron asked.
“Private stuff my brother, private stuff.”
“At least this is our last year,” Fred pointed out, “and then we have the shop.”
“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it,” George grinned though part of him didn’t want to leave Hogwarts where Hermione would be...and Ron, Ginny and Harry of course.
“I don’t feel like I had a holiday,” Harry sighed and groaned when people gave him apologetic looks, “don’t pity me, it makes me feel weak.”
“You’re not weak, but that doesn’t mean we don’t feel sorry for you,” Ginny told him.
“Yeah well...” Harry just shrugged to finish the sentence.
“Everyone packed?” asked Molly as she came into the room.
Everyone nodded to her.
“Brighten up you lot,” Sirius said.
The group sighed then Fred spoke, “In five hours we’ll go to bed, then eight hours later we’ll get up and get ready, an hour later we’ll go to Kings Cross...”
“Two hours later we’ll arrive at Hogwarts and then ten minutes later our lives become a living hell with Umbridge playing the devil,” George finished for his twin.
Sirius laughed, “Things will get better kids, you’ll see.”
“Yeah right,” Harry remarked.
“Dinner time,” Molly said calling everyone into the kitchen.
After dinner everyone slowly disappeared to their rooms, the holidays were over and hell was about to begin again.
The next morning Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny sat on the train.
It had been about half an hour when Lee Jordan walked into their compartment.
“Lee!” Fred exclaimed happily as if it was the first time seeing him in a years.
“Hey Lee, how were the holidays?” asked George.
“Great thanks you guys?”
“What happened with the shop?”
“Just waiting for the paper work to go through the Ministry,” Fred told him.
“Brilliant.” Lee congratulated them before continuing, “Oh yeah Fred, Angelina is going to kill you.”
“She said you didn’t owl her back or something,” Lee shrugged.
“Damn!” Fred yelled running out of the compartment in search of his girlfriend to try and make amends.
“Wrong way Fred,” Lee called leaving to show him where they were.
“I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye,” George sighed dramatically.
“What do you mean?” Ginny asked.
“Like Lee said- Angelina is going to kill him,” George laughed.
“I’m so tired! I could barely sleep last night,” Hermione said stifling a yawn.
“Sleep now then, we got a good hour and a half to go yet,” George pointed out.
“I guess,” Hermione said resting her head on George’s shoulder and closing her eyes.
Throughout the journey Hermione’s head slipped slightly to rest on George’s chest and he put his arm around her causing Ginny to smirk at him.
‘No way,’ he thought to himself. ‘Ginny cannot know I fancy Hermione. No. No. No. No. I’m doomed anyone could tell you Ginny couldn’t keep her mouth shut.’
George was distracted by Hermione snuggling closer to him and smiled at her. Slowly her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him and realised how close they were but didn’t care. She smiled back at him and laid her head back down on his chest. It felt so perfect to both of them and yet they both knew they couldn’t be together properly because of George leaving Hogwarts and then the war approaching.
“Hermione,” George whispered a little while later, “time to get up.”
She shook her head against his chest, “no,” she mumbled.
“’Mione we’re almost there. Get up.”
“No George, I don’t want to go,” she protested.
“Hermione none of us do but we have to go.”
“Can’t we stay here?”
“I wish we could,” George sighed.
Hermione sat up slowly.
“See how nice I am to you? Do you remember how you woke me up on Christmas morning?”
“Thank you. Sorry about that,” Hermione said.
Fred and Ginny were exchanging looks and were almost able to read the others thoughts of the couple opposite them.
“You’re alive,” Hermione smiled seeing Fred sat opposite them.
“Yeah Angie couldn’t resist the puppy dog face so I’m forgiven,” he told her, “She then told Lee and I to get lost because she and Alicia needed to talk.”
“Still don’t like that,” Lee said pulling out of his conversation with Harry and Ron about Quidditch, “Our girlfriends gossiping most likely about us.”
“Why, afraid Angie will tell me whatever Alicia says about you?” Fred asked.
“I’ve got nothing to hide from you,” Lee shrugged.
Just then the train jerked to a halt and George instinctively stuck his arm out stopping Hermione flying forward. He dropped his arm once he was sure they’d stopped.
“Thanks George,” she said to him.
“You’re welcome,” George replied laughing as Harry and Ron groaned having being hit into each other.
“We’re here...” Lee said miserably, “when do we meet next for the DA?”
“Not sure soon though,” Harry told him.
They left the train and piled into a carriage.
“So Lee what are your plans after you’ve finished school?” Hermione asked him.
“I’ve already got work lined up as a professional Quidditch Commentator.”
“I should’ve guessed,” Hermione smiled.
They arrived at the castle and took their seats at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Umbridge delivered a long speech about rules and studying and reinforced her proclamations in case students had forgotten. Everyone on the Gryffindor table booed her and she just gave that same sickening smile and sat down.
Everyone ate before heading back to the common room.
“Back to class in the morning,” Ron sighed.
“Worst still our first lesson is with toad face,” Hermione added.
“You poor people,” Fred said, “and you’re so young too.” Fred said dramatically pretending to be fighting tears.
Everyone laughed but one by one dismissed themselves to their beds knowing they all had long days ahead of them.
Hermione woke up and groaned as she saw the time. Six am. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and tried in vain to sleep. Annoyed she got up and got ready careful not to wake Lavender and Parvati.
When she got to the Common room she wasn’t surprised no one was up yet. She took out her favourite book ‘Hogwarts: A History’ and curled up on the chair. She must of fallen asleep because next thing she knew George was shaking her awake.
“Huh... what?” she was still half asleep and confused.
“We’re going down to breakfast Hermione,” he told her.
“I must of fallen asleep whilst reading.”
“Can’t blame you Granger, this book is boring as hell,” Fred laughed flicking through the pages.
“It is not.” Hermione defended the book, “I love that book and found it fascinating actually!”
“Well everyone’s different,” Fred shrugged.
“Hey guys,” chimed Ginny entering the Common room.
“Hey Ginerva,” Fred grinned.
“Shut it Fredrick!” she shot back at him, “heading down for breakfast?”
“Yes,” George answered.
“Cool I’ll come with you then.”
“Not waiting for Potter?” George teased.
“Why would I?” Ginny asked hoping if she played it cool he’d give up.
“Because you fancy him,” George said.
“So? Plus I wouldn’t push too hard on that one George because the tables can turn quickly,” Ginny threatened and George knew she meant she would tell Hermione.
“Fine... sorry I ever said anything,” George said holding his hands up in surrender.
“I’m confused,” Hermione said, “what just happened?”
“If you’re confused Hermione I’m happy,” George said without thinking.
“What do you mean?”
“Well I... I mean that I finally understand something you don’t,” George lied thinking fast.
“You know a lot I don’t,” Hermione told him, “You and Fred are a lot smarter than you pretend to be.”
Fred and George grinned, “That’s the plan Granger, if everyone thought we were smart...”
“They’d expect us to work hard and do something responsible and clever with our lives,” Fred finished.
“But you’re doing something extremely clever with your lives the work you put into your products is amazing and of high intelligence. It’s genius,” Hermione said.
“Thank you, anyways breakfast time,” George said leading the group down to the Great Hall.
“Hi guys have you seen outside?” asked Dean who was sat at the table with Seamus already.
“What do you mean, Dean?” Ginny asked.
“Really?” Hermione asked.
“Yeah came down heavy too, there’s at least a foot of it out there and it’s still snowing now.”
“Alright you heard the guy we officially all have plans after last period,” George announced.
“Actually I have work and...” Hermione began but George placed his hand over her mouth.
“Ow!” George exclaimed and Hermione bit his hand.
Hermione smirked at him, “As I was saying I’ve got stuff to do.”
“Alright now listen to what I’m saying you’re coming even if I have to drag you my-self,” George warned.
“I’d like to see you try,” Hermione said not backing down.
“We’ll see Granger, we’ll see.”
The day went past and Hermione, Fred, George, Harry, Ron and Ginny were sat in the Common room having just changed out of their uniforms.
“Snow war?” Fred suggested.
“Definitely,” George agreed.
Everyone summoned themselves coats, boots, scarves and gloves except for Hermione who was still sat their reading.
“Granger time to go,” George said.
“I told you earlier Weasley, I’m not coming.”
George summoned her coat and stuff using a charm so they were quickly on her.
“George!” she complained.
“Let’s go ‘Mione,” he said picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her out the Common room.
“George Weasley you put me down this instant!” Hermione yelled kicking out in protest.
“Nope Granger, we’re taking you to have fun and there is nothing you can do about it.”
“Ginny? Harry? Ron? Fred? Somebody help me,” she pleaded.
They just laughed at her.
When they got outside George set her down in the snow. Quickly she stooped formed a snowball and hit George in the face at close range.
George coughed and wiped the snow off his face, “that’s how you want to play it Granger? Well then it’s on!”
Snowball after snowball was thrown between the group and they stayed out for hours in it. When they finally decided to go back in they were freezing, wet and laughing.
“Wasn’t so bad was it Hermione?” George asked.
“No I had fun thanks for taking me against my will,” Hermione smiled.
“Anytime,” George grinned drying the group with a quick spell.
“I’m still freezing,” Hermione said her teeth chattering.
“I’m sure there’s a spell for that but I think this will be a lot more effective,” George gave a cheeky grin as he slipped an arm around her pulling her into a hug. Hermione was surprised how warm he was.
“Definitely more effective,” she mumbled leaning closer into him as they all entered the Gryffindor common room sitting down on the sofa.
George just smiled it became more and more clear that she had feelings for him and yet the fact he’d decided they couldn’t be together because of everything still haunted him.
‘Maybe you should just go for it, you know try it whilst you still can. No, if everything goes perfect and then we’re separated whilst she’s at school or something happens to one of us in the war I would be devastated. Wouldn’t you rather she knew and you knew how she felt? Of course but the War is going to change things what if the war opens her eyes and makes her see she wants something different? Then it happens but at least then you know you tried and you can move on. I guess but if I die I wouldn’t want her to suffer. She would suffer regardless of if you’d been together but at least before you die she would know that you loved her rather than leave her wondering. But I’ve thought about it before I don’t want a long distance relationship to end us before we can really be together. What happened to living in the present? I am living in the present but if I try things now and am delusional enough to think it will work I’m not living in the present I’m living in denial.’
“Something wrong George?” Hermione asked.
“Yes, but it’s going to be alright... isn’t it?”
“What, George I don’t understand?”
“It will be okay won’t it? Even though it can’t happen yet everything is going to be alright isn’t it?”
“Please Hermione you have to understand why I can’t and that I would if things were different don’t you?”
“George you’re not making any sense!” Hermione exclaimed trying to stop the unclear babbling.
“Hermione, I don’t know what to do. How do we make things work? I’ve looked at it from every angle but no matter what it either seems impossible or like it has to be done now!”
“George I... Fred what’s he talking about?” Hermione asked desperately.
Fred frowned, “I can’t say but... don’t worry I’m going to have a serious talk with him,” he said dragging him up the stairs to the boys dormitory.
When they got to the room George threw himself on his bed and Fred cast a quick silencing charm just in case.
“Fred I can’t take it!” George groaned.
“I know Georgie, I know.”
“I love her so much it hurts Fred,” George said almost crying.
“George things will get better.”
“If I tell her at least I know she knows but then I jeopardise a serious relationship with her and if I don’t tell her with all this war stuff I might never get to tell her,” George sighed.
“George I don’t know what to say... I can’t tell you what to do this time. This is your decision but I believe whatever you decide is for the best and that no matter what you chose in this situation there isn’t a wrong answer.”
“I hope you’re right Fred, I hope you’re right.”
Fred looked at George with a lot of sympathy, “Stop it Fred,” George groaned.
“What do you mean?”
“You keep giving me that look like you feel killer sorry for me.”
“That’s because I do feel killer sorry for you.”
“Well stop it because it’s not your fault it’s mine! Why on earth did I fall in love with Hermione Granger?” George asked though it wasn’t aimed specifically at Fred.
“Because you did! I mean she’s a great girl so why not? I can’t imagine how hard this is for you but like I said when it’s time you’ll be able to make the right decision,” Fred assured him.
“She is a great girl,” George agreed as if that was all he heard from his twin.
“Alright so after all that drama why don’t we just head back down you can explain yourself to Hermione whether it’s the truth or not and then we can go grab some dinner,” Fred suggested.
George nodded and headed back down to the Common room with his twin. When they got there Hermione was sat there alone staring into the fire making the twins wonder where everyone else was. Hermione’s head snapped up at the sound of footsteps and looked up to see them. A smile spread across her face and George grinned making Fred smirk.
“You alright?” Hermione asked him.
“Yes I’m feeling loads better thanks,” George told her and sat beside her.
“Where’s everyone and why aren’t you with them?” asked Fred.
“They went down for dinner I said I’d catch up with them later,” Hermione shrugged.
“Alright I might head down and find Angie,” Fred said walking out to leave them in private.
“Hermione I’m sorry about earlier I was just making a seriously difficult decision and I was so conflicted but I only just realised that everything I’d said must of made you think I was insane,” George said.
“George I’ve always known you’re insane,” Hermione smiled, “it’s just one of the things I love about you! But... as you mention it that episode seriously confused me and it made you seem more mental than crazy which worries me.”
George laughed, “I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be offended but like I said sorry for that confusion and I’m not sure but maybe one day everything I said earlier will make sense. But that was like really confusing so you’ll most likely never understand it.”
“For the record you shouldn’t be offended and I’m okay with not knowing but for some reason I hope it will become clearer in the future and that I’d understand it even in the slightest.”
“Well there you go, now come on dinner time,” George grinned dragging her down to the Great Hall.
Fred glanced at George and through a simple look he could tell George hadn’t and wasn’t planning on telling her. At least not yet.
Okay I think this chapter was sort of longer but I don't know if that's a good thing or not! So was it any good? Did you enjoy it? Do you have suggestions? You know where I'm going with this... please leave a review!
Also last chapter I mentioned I was going through a period where I was considering abandoning the story but I have to say now any thoughts like that have disappeared! Thanks to all of you for all the support and encouragement whilst I was struggling with the story and it's because of your reviews and reads that I'm still writing! Hope you enjoyed the chapter and that you will continue to read, review and enjoy the story! Jenna :)
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