Chapter 24 : Chapter 24: Luck and Reminiscing
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“Where’s Hermione?” Ginny asked as she sat opposite George in the Great Hall for breakfast.
“What do you mean?” George demanded. “She wasn’t in your dorm?”
“No...” Ginny began and paused as George pushed his plate away and stood quickly. “Where are you running to?”
“I have to find her, don’t I? We’ve got our first exam today she’s probably panicking somewhere right now.”
“Relax,” Ginny said. “You’re the one that’s panicking she’s probably just doing some last minute studies.”
“Hermione doesn’t do last minute studying- something about it only registering in short term memory and interfering with long term memory...I don’t even know...” George said before realising he was rambling and shutting up.
“Loose something, Georgie boy?” Fred called tugging a nervous looking Hermione along by her hand as they entered the Great Hall.
“Hi,” Hermione mumbled casting a rather ungrateful look towards Fred who simply beamed at her completely unaffected.
“Guess who was sat outside class and apparently planning on staying there until the exam starts in an hour?” Fred said whilst shaking his head at Hermione who glared at him.
“Hermione!” George exclaimed as she sighed and sat next to him. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I got up early...came and had breakfast and thought I’d just wait there and clear my thoughts so I was ready,” Hermione explained. “Then Mr I-Know-Everything showed up and dragged me away.”
“Hey, that’s Mr Thoughtful to you,” Fred corrected.
“Well whatever we’re calling Fred, I think you should really be thanking him, ‘Mione,” George told her and wrapped an arm around her.
“I know,” she said and groaned inwardly. “I’m just...ugh...I’m scared that I’m not ready.”
“Hermione Granger the brightest witch of her age, brains of the Golden Trio who helped bring down You-Know-Who is scared of an exam?” George asked incredulously.
“Don’t say it like that...think of it more like Hermione Granger, who relentlessly studied from the second she entered Hogwarts then ended up missing her seventh year to hunt horcruxes then decided to come back and finish everything she was so passionate about. And after everything I just hope and pray and wish with every fibre of my body that I can do well in this because regardless of what I’ve been through being the person I am, this is important to me,” Hermione explained and George offered her a weak smile.
“I know that, Hermione,” George said softly. “But we all know that you’re going to do amazing as usual and most importantly you know that your parents would have had faith in you and believed in you and known you were going to excel in anything and everything you do.”
“I think that’s part of why I’m so worried,” she admitted. “Because I know how successful they wanted me to be and I want to be that way for them and myself...that’s why I’m so scared that I can’t-”
“But you can, Hermione,” Harry chimed in. “And we all know it.”
“Thank you,” Hermione said but wore a frown that told them this was not much comfort. “I guess it seems quite silly, I mean I know it did to me, that after what I went through- what we all went through- that school is so important to me but...”
“It’s part of who you are,” Ron said and interrupted her, wearing a knowing look. “It’s not something you can change or that you should want to. None of us expect or want you to be anything aside from who you are.”
“And we all love you because of the things like that which make up who you are,” Ginny told her.
“And we understand,” George said. “None of us think it’s silly. It’s sweet and intelligent and meaningful and as long as it’s important to you it’s important to me.”
“To all of us,” Fred said, correcting his twin. “Hence Mr I-Know-Everything dragged you here.”
Hermione laughed, “Well thank you Mr Thoughtful. I do appreciate it.”
“Always here for you, Granger,” he said and winked at her happy with the name.
“Mind cleared?” George asked her quietly.
“Not exactly...but my thoughts are back on the right track at least,” she said and George pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.
Hermione felt the skin where his lips had touched burn and felt the heat spread across her face. “I know you’ll do brilliantly,” he whispered to her.
She cocked her head to the side and admired him for a moment, “Thank you.”
“Are you really blushing?” Ginny gaped at her. “How long have you guys been together? And you’re blushing at every minor public display of affection.”
“I am not,” Hermione protested but felt her face flush in betrayal as Ginny pointed it out.
“I like it,” George said and smirked.
“Okay...let’s move onto a subject that doesn’t make Hermione want to hide under the table,” Harry said jokingly.
“Anyone else nervous, besides little miss Brain Box herself?” Fred asked and flashed a grin at Hermione who rolled her eyes at him.
“As hell,” Ron said. “I barely know the topics we’ve studied in lesson much less the content.”
“Maybe you should have started your revision before last night then,” Hermione said.
“Oh no...We are not starting the great debate on when Ron should do work, why he should do it and how much of it he should do,” Neville said. “That’s taken up way too many hours of my life already.”
“I’m nervous,” Ginny sighed. “And I actually did my studying.”
“Did you? Or did you get me to read the whole text book to you whilst you complained about how long and boring it was?” Harry said and raised an eyebrow at her.
“Oops...” Ginny said and gave a small laugh.
“Hermione, can I have a quick word?” George asked.
“Sure,” Hermione said though she eyed him suspiciously and followed him out of the Great Hall. He led her a little bit away from the all the noise and down a corridor for the sake of some quiet and privacy.
George withdrew a small box from his pocket and offered it to her, it was green with a small silver bow on it and she stared at him questioningly.
“It’s just a little something to say good luck,” George told her with a smile that somehow shone in his eyes. She opened the box to reveal a charm bracelet. The first charm was a gold ‘H’, the second was a red ‘G’, the third was a silver book, fourth was a heart and the fifth and final charm was a green, four leaf clover.
“Oh George,” she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a tender kiss. “This is such a thoughtful gift. You shouldn’t have gotten me anything. Just saying ‘good luck’ would have been enough.”
“I know but I’m George Weasley. I’m original,” he grinned.
“Tell me though,” she said and he noted the playful tone to her voice immediately. “Does the ‘G’ stand for Granger or George?”
“George, of course,” he told her with a smile. “Of course it could also be gorgeous.”
“You’re so sweet. It’s beautiful,” she told him sincerely and she allowed him to push the sleeves of her robes up slightly to fasten the charm bracelet around her wrist.
“Perfect,” he murmured as he closed the clasp.
“Thank you so much,” she said and then frowned. “I feel bad for not having anything for you now.”
“You are my good luck charm, ‘Mione,” he said and smiled warmly at her.
“And you are the most cheesy yet charming boyfriend on the planet,” she informed him playfully.
“I try my best,” he chuckled as she hugged him. The two walked hand in hand to the exam where they found everyone else waiting outside.
They waited apprehensively, chatting about random things to keep them occupied. “Since you didn’t get me anything I guess I will just need a good luck kiss,” George told her quietly and gazed at her as a faint blush dusted her cheeks. He really did love the colour it brought to her cheeks. It only proved to make her even more beautiful though most the time he doubted that was even possible.
Hermione glanced around at everyone else waiting to go into the exam and sighed. She loved George. She didn’t give a damn who saw them kissing. Wrapping her arms securely around his neck she stretched up, getting as close as she could to him and smiled at him. She felt his arms envelope her waist as he grinned back at her.
She leant her face closer towards his until there was barely an inch between them and whispered, “Good luck,” before closing the gap between them.
The kiss was passionate and intense and neither wanted it to end. George could barely speak after she pulled away. He was feeling very lucky in that moment in time and there was no doubt about it. He looked down into the deep brown eyes of the beautiful, intelligent girl that had somehow become his girlfriend and realised that he was one incredibly lucky man.
“Luck,” George murmured incoherently.
“Sorry?” Hermione asked the slightest of smirks playing on her lips.
“Thanks,” he mumbled and hugged her tightly. “Good luck. Not that you need it.”
“Thank you,” she smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder. He could feel her tremble slightly as she took deep, shaky breaths.
“Hey, don’t you worry. You are going to do amazingly. You have come so far and I’m honestly proud of you, Hermione. You were always a genius but after what you went through the fact that you’ve come back and picked up exactly where you left off and really worked for this is an achievement- and I don’t think you realise that. I believe in you, Love. You can do this,” he murmured to her, his breath warm on her ear and neck.
Hermione gave him the biggest smile she could muster and he pressed a small kiss on the top of her head just before they filed into the room.
The hour and a half for the exam ticked past painfully slowly but not until five minutes before it was over did Hermione stop writing and lay down her quill. Her wrist and hand were aching and she looked over the multiple feet of ink covered parchment. That was it. The first exam was over. Part of her was relieved and part of her was dreading the results already in case the exam wasn’t as ‘alright’ as she thought it was. She looked across the room to see George watching her. He offered her a small smile before returning to reading over his work, lips moving silently as he considered each sentence.
She watched and had to refrain from laughing when she saw him rub his face, smudging it with black ink just below his left eye. One of his hands moved to his head where he pushed back his hair, his fingers moving over the side of his head. When he reached the space where his ear should be he hesitated and his expression blanked for a moment before he returned to reading his work.
Hermione frowned. George never really spoke about his experiences during the war. Like when he lost his ear. She made a note of it mentally that she would talk to him about it. After all George had been the one that was always there to listen to her or just let her cry and she wanted to be able to do the same for him. It was what he deserved. Hermione was so absorbed in these new thoughts that she barely noticed McGonagall’s voice ring out to put down the quills as she summoned everyone’s parchment from them.
“Well, how did it go?” George asked as soon as they exited the room.
“Good. I think...” Hermione said unsurely and he grinned.
“Brilliant! I knew you would be alright- I told you, didn’t I?”
“Yeah yeah,” Hermione said rolling her eyes at his ‘I told you so’ manner. “How did you find it?”
“It was alright,” he shrugged. “I accidentally tipped over my ink at one point but it was okay.”
“Is that how that happened?” she asked with a small smile as she traced the line of ink on his face that looked oddly as if he had tried and failed at applying eyeliner.
“Don’t tell me I’ve got ink on my face,” he groaned.
“Okay...I won’t tell you,” Hermione said jokingly.
“You know what I’ve been thinking,” Ron said.
“Oh my God...are you feeling okay?” Fred gasped and rushed forward pretending to check Ron’s temperature with his hand. “Thinking? Are you sure, Ron?”
“Hilarious,” Ron said dryly.
“Go on,” Harry urged.
“Once our exams are done...that’s- you know- it...it’ll be over. No more Hogwarts,” Ron said.
“Wow...” Ginny breathed.
“I never thought of it that way,” Hermione frowned.
“Me neither,” George said and his brow furrowed as he considered this. “Leaving is pretty hard.”
“We would know,” Fred grinned. “This will be the second time.”
“Too many memories to leave behind,” Harry sighed. “Everything started here at this school. I didn’t have a real life before Hogwarts.”
“Technically it started on the Hogwarts Express,” George said and smiled fondly as he recalled past times.
“Oh yeah, me and George helping the scrawny little kid get his trunk on the train and then we saw the scar,” Fred said.
“And we realised The Boy Who Lived really was coming to Hogwarts,” George said. “Of course from that point on things really changed at Hogwarts.”
“First Quirrell,” Ron said.
“Then the Chamber of Secrets,” Ginny muttered and tensed slightly. It would always be a sensitive subject.
“Sirius,” Hermione said softly, hesitant to even mention him. Fortunately, Harry seemed generally unaffected by the topic.
“The year of the Triwizard Tournament,” George grinned.
“The year of taking bets on whether I would survive,” Harry said pointedly and shot glares at the twins who offered him innocent smiles in return.
“The year of the Yule Ball,” Fred said. “Who would have thought it, eh? Me and Ange went to the Yule Ball together and now we’re getting married.”
“The year he really came back,” Ron said.
“The year Hermione dated an international Quidditch star,” Ginny teased and George gave a rather strangled sound that he failed at trying to disguise with a cough. The group arched eyebrows at him, shook their heads and rolled their eyes.
Hermione blushed ever so slightly, “That is nowhere near as memorable as the other stuff that happened that year.”
“Dumbledore’s Army,” Fred said moving onto the next year.
“We left,” George said. “Toad face killed the school.”
“I think maybe we should leave it at that,” Harry said. “The stuff that comes after is...” he trailed off.
“We know,” Ginny said placing a hand on his arm.
“We better get back to studying,” Hermione said.
“Why can’t they space out our exams?” Fred groaned.
“You know, Fred,” George said, ignoring his last comment. “We actually get to graduate. Like properly. We get a graduation ceremony...not just us leaving.”
“I always wondered what graduating would be like,” Fred grinned.
“Better than that,” George said, looking down at Hermione and smiling warmly. “I get to graduate with you.”
“Oh yeah?” Hermione smiled. “That sounds like fun.”
“Come on everyone, group hug,” Fred chuckled tugging them all forward.
“Fred,” they all groaned in unison but allowed themselves to be pushed forward and pulled into the group hug.
“We can do this,” George grinned. “Our time here is almost done and we’re going to enjoy the time we have left.”
“Definitely,” several of them chimed.
“Someone smells really nice,” Ginny said and they all burst out laughing.
“Potter, Granger, Weasleys Numbers 4, 5, 6 and 7,” a voice rang out and they looked up.
“Professor,” Hermione smiled at McGonagall.
“What are the six of you doing loitering about the corridor?”
“Reminiscing Professor,” George informed her.
“And of course what we will miss the most when we go is your lovely self,” Fred grinned.
“And I will so miss your mischievous charm,” McGonagall said sarcastically.
“Admit it, Minerva. You’ll be sad to see us go,” George said.
McGonagall cleared her throat. “That is Professor McGonagall to you, Mr. Weasley. And I shall miss Mr Potter, Miss Granger and Weasleys Numbers 6 and 7,” she told him curtly and turned on her heel walking away.
“I’m just proud to have a number,” George grinned. “I’m Weasley number 5!”
“Yeah you two are just Potter and Granger, we have numbers,” Ron said proudly.
“Oh we’ll get over it somehow,” Harry said and rolled his eyes as he and Hermione shook their heads.
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