Author: Wizards-Pupil PM
"Hermione, would you do me a huge favor?" I asked, talking before I even thought it through, you'll see I do that quite a lot. I took a breath and put every bit of my Gryffindor courage into my next statement. "Would you go to the Yule ball with me?"Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - George W. & Hermione G. - Chapters: 46 - Words: 130,093 - Reviews: 965 - Favs: 787 - Follows: 347 - Updated: 06-02-11 - Published: 04-18-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6915497
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Disclaimer: I still don't own it, and is that really a surprise? This is fanfiction for a reason... Also, thanks to .1998 for betaing this for me :)
"Hey, Granger!" I called, hopping off the last step of the seventh staircase. Hermione stopped her trek in front of me and frowned in my direction, her brow wrinkling as she eyed me distrustfully.
"What do you want?" My, she was not in a good mood tonight. I assumed an affronted look and put my hand to my chest in mock hurt. It wasn't very original, but hey, I did only have a second to think of something.
"I'm really hurt, Granger. A gent would think you didn't want to see me." Her frown lines lessened a wee bit, which is what I had been going for.
"Sorry, I'm used to assuming the defensive with you and Fred." She said, continuing her walk down the hall. I followed her, keeping up with her pace easily. I may not have been as tall as Ron, but I still had a few inches on Hermione.
"Well, don't worry. I'm not going to prank you or anything." I grinned at her in my most charming way, which usually had most birds swooning. She just nodded her head, no longer frowning.
"Good, I'd hate to have to hex you." She said in her bossy tone.
"I'd like to see you try, Granger." Her eyes flashed and a grin lifted her lips for half a second before she masked it.
"I saw that!" I exclaimed, stopping and pointing at her like a nutter. She blushed, turning away from me and glancing down the hall to make sure that no one was watching us. We were alone in the room but I didn't really care one way or another. "You smiled!"
"I did not!" She snapped, but another grin quirked her lips up for half a second. I lowered my hand and stepped towards her, trying not to laugh as her eyes grew wide.
"You should do it more often. You have a nice smile."
"I-what?" She spluttered, looking shocked and thrown off. Had no one ever told her she had a nice smile?
"Your smile, it's nice. Your teeth have shrunk, it fits your face better now." I explained. Her eyes widened even more and she took a small step back from me. I took a big step towards her, closing in on her personal space. She was fun to mess with, she flushed so easily and always played into it.
"You noticed my smile changed?" She asked with wide eyes, craning her neck to look up at me.
"Yeah, your front teeth shrunk." I said with a shrug. "It happened about two weeks after school started." Her eyes widened even more and she nodded her head.
"You noticed." Her voice had turned to a breathy whisper, I've never heard her sound like that.
"Why do you sound so surprised?" I asked, genuinely curious, she sounded like she couldn't believe it.
"No one else noticed it." she said simply, seeming to come back to herself. She blinked her eyes twice and then stepped away from me, resuming her walking. I fell back in step with her.
"That can't be right." I said with a smile. Surely Harry had observed this change in his best friend's smile. There wasn't a chance that Ron had noticed though, he was far too dense. Harry didn't have much chance either, but he was more observant.
"They didn't." She said in a dismissive manner. I could tell that she was trying to end the subject so I decided not to push it.
"So, anyone invite you to the ball yet?" I asked casually. Her eyes narrowed and she shot a quick glare at me. That must have been a bad question. "I haven't asked anyone yet." I said quickly , trying to mend myself.
"No, not yet." She said honestly. I was rather surprised, she wasn't bad looking at all. Her smile was pleasant. She'd grown into herself over the summer, she'd become a woman. She wasn't a tall athletic beauty, but she had a simple, pretty face, the type that made little boys think there might be reasons to talk to girls after all. I couldn't tell much about her figure though, she kept it covered in her voluminous robes and baggy uniform.
"So, are you going to the common room?" She asked after a moment.
"Yeah." I said. I really was, there wasn't really anything else to do. All the students were either in class right now or study hall so we couldn't prank anyone. Besides, I was enjoying chatting with Hermione.
Not that I'd admit it.
About an hour later Fred and I went up to the trio. We were going to try and send another owl to Bagman, though I was thinking it was a lost cause. I could hear Hermione's voice growing shrill and I had to fight a grin.
"But it might take weeks to work it out!" She said. "You're going to look a git if everyone else knows what the next task is and you don't!" They must have been talking about the second task. Hadn't Harry figured out what he was supposed to do yet? I had to agree with her on this front, he needed to find out what he was going to do. Plus, the sooner he did it the more time he'd have to goof off.
"Leave him alone, Hermione, he's earned a bit of a break," Ron said, as he placed the last two cards on top of the castle and the whole lot blew up, singeing his eyebrows. I laughed as we slid into the empty chairs at their table.
"Nice look, Ron ... Go well with your dress robes, that will." Fred said in a knowing voice.
"Ron, can we borrow Pigwidgeon?" I asked politically. I hated not having an owl. It was a pain always looking for one to borrow.
"No, he's off delivering a letter," Ron answered before narrowing his eyes. "Why?" It was also a pain because the only brother I had that had an owl was asking always questions.
"Because George wants to invite him to the ball," Fred said sarcastically. Hermione's lips lifted up in a faint grin and I caught myself wondering if she was remembering our earlier conversation. I wonder if she had gotten an invite yet… the thought almost made me frown. I needed to find a date, and soon. The ball was in two weeks. I might end up taking Hedgwig otherwise.
"Because we want to send a letter, you stupid prat," I said, returning my attention to Ron.
"Who d'you two keep writing to, eh?" Ron asked suspiciously. I frowned and Fred leaned forward.
"Nose out, Ron, or I'll burn that for you too," he said, waving his wand threateningly. Ron's eyes widened almost comically, and he leaned away from Fred.
"So . . . you lot got dates for the ball yet?" He asked after a second, lightening the mood.
"Nope," Ron answered glumly.
"Well, you'd better hurry up, mate, or all the good ones will be gone," Fred said.
"Who're you going with, then?" Ron asked sharply.
"Angelina," Fred said promptly. My eyebrows raised in slight surprise. I hadn't thought he'd had a chance to invite her yet. He'd been crushing on her for a while, but he hadn't had the balls to actually ask her.
"What?" Ron asked, clearly taken aback. "You've already asked her?"
"Good point," Fred said with a grin. He turned his head and looked towards the fireplace where Angie was. He took a breath and then yelled across the common room: "Oi! Angelina!"
Angelina lifted her head from where she had been chatting with Alicia and turned towards us with an upraised eyebrow. "What?" She called across the room. Fred grinned disarmingly at her, pulling on our Weasley charm. He needed more of it, being the less attractive twin and all.
"Want to go to the ball with me?" Her eyes grew wide but she masked her surprise quickly. She gave him and appraising look, and I could see Alicia trying not to laugh behind her.
"All right, then." She said, turning back to Alicia with a small smile. Fred turned back to us with a big grin.
"There you go." He said easily, "Piece of cake." He pushed his chair back and got to his feet, stretching and letting out a yawn. "We'd better use a school owl then, George, come on." I stood up with him, winked at the others and followed him towards the door. We left the common room and started down the corridor. We had made it to the staircase when I heard someone call my name. Fred and I turned at the same time, and I, to my utter horror, saw Katie Bell running towards us.
That probably doesn't sound like such a bad thing to you, but trust me, this was not good. Katie had developed an unhealthy obsession with me (though she couldn't tell the difference between Fred and I) ever since our third year. A Slytherin girl, I don't remember who, was picking on her and I hexed the twit. She's followed me around, trying to get me to fall for her ever since. I made the mistake of going out on a date with her in my fifth year, and now she's tried to hold on even tighter. The date had been awful, and I'd lost all interest in her. She, however, had fallen for my Weasley twin charm and had been trying to get me even harder, if that could be possible.
Not only had the witch succeeded in freaking me out with her persistent advances, but she'd also freaked Fred out, because, as I mentioned before, she couldn't tell the difference between us. The girl simply did not understand the meaning of 'hell no.'
"Oh bullocks." Fred muttered, I completely agreed with his sentiments. (In case the above paragraphs didn't quite convey that feeling to you.)
"George!" She exclaimed, reaching us. Fred and I both tensed up, I couldn't even make myself smile. The girl was past creepy. I'd have rather taken a detention with Snape than be left in a room alone with her, and that's saying something because I don't particularly like Snape.
"Yes?" I asked quietly, trying not to cringe as she stepped up next to me. "George?" She asked again.
"Yes?" We both said together. I don't think I've ever been more grateful for having a twin. Katie frowned and looked back and forth between the two of us.
"Are you going to ask me to the ball?"
"No." We said together again.
"I've gotten other offers." She insisted, as if that was supposed to change our mind. Why would I care if she got other offers?
"Good." Together again. Maybe she would accept and fall in love with them. Maybe she would stop stalking us.
Maybe the Easter bunny and Santa were real too.
"Are you going to the Owlery?"
Fred shot me a quick glance and nodded his head. "I am, he's going back to the common room."
"Yes." I said, hoping to Merlin, Godric, God, and anyone else who was listening, that she followed Fred. He'd tell her who he was after a few feet, giving me enough time to get out and hide.
"Okay." She said with a smile. I turned and headed back to the common room. Katie didn't follow me, trailing Fred, instead. I felt guilty that she was stalking him, but not guilty enough to tell her who I was.
I walked faster when I heard her laugh, almost breaking into a run.
I reached the portrait hole and before I could give it the password it swung open, nearly hitting me. Hermione stormed out of the room and ran right into me.
"Woah!" I yelped, helping steady her as she stumbled backwards.
"George!" She exclaimed. I had a witty retort on the tip of my tongue but it died there the moment I got a clear look at her. Her face was pink and her eyes were red, she looked like she had been crying.
"What happened?" I asked, pulling her away from the portrait hole.
"No-nothing." She sniffed. I shook my head, I wasn't taking that answer.
"George?" Katie's voice came from the other end of the hall, she was heading towards us!
A/N: Okay, this is my new story, it's George/ Hermione, obviously, completley from George's view. It should be fun, and is during fourth year. Leave a review to let me know what you think. I'm really looking forward to this story (: The poll results are in, Fainting fancies won by a landslide! A new poll is up, you know the drill, go vote on it!
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