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Hitting Rock Bottom by SydneyBlack
Chapter 2 : Dinner at the Weasley's
 
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As the months went by, Hermione and George developed a bond as strong as the one George had had with his twin brother.



They understood each other. One was a broken man who yearned for his lost friend. Another was a confused woman who had set her ambitions high.



They completed each other.



It had been almost eight months since Hermione had moved in with George, and she was slightly attracted to the red haired man. She was embarrassed to admit it, but when George had asked her out to a Muggle movie, she had wanted to squeal like a little girl. But she had only smiled and said yes.



Which brings us to where they sit now, in a dark mostly empty theatre, sitting at the very back, in the centre of the row.



A quarter of the way through the film, George eased an arm over the back of her chair, and gently settled it down on her shoulders. It was such a cheesy move Hermione had to slap a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.



George stared at her curiously, sliding over in his seat so their heads were nearer.



After a few seconds Hermione's giggles subsided and she rested her head on his shoulder.



George sat up and whispered in her ear huskily, "I've been attracted to you for quite some time, Ms Granger" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, his hand now rested on her neck.



Hermione turned to face him and raised an eyebrow, "Mr Weasley, are you attempting to seduce me?"



"It depends. Has it worked?" He winked at her.



Hermione scratched her temple in mock thought, "I do believe it has, Mr Weasley."



"Well, in that case.." George lunged towards her, at the same time his lips crashed down on hers, he pulled out his wand and aparated to the doorstep of the Burrow.



"George Weasley!" Hermione screeched when their feet made contact with the cement steps, "What the hell do you think you're doing!"



George rolled his eyes and opened the front door ushering her inside, "Taking my girlfriend to have dinner with my family!"



 Hermione paled, "Are you sure? Maybe we should wait to get to know each other before you introduce me to your family as your girlfriend.."



George waved his hand, dismissing the thought, "Hermione, we've already known you for what, ten years? Now come on,  girlfriend-or would you like to be known as my lover?" he teased.



"Girlfriend is fine" she snapped, tapping him on the side of the head.



"Alright, love. Whatever you want," George turned to look around the hallway, "Oi! Weasleys! Come meet my new girlfriend!" He yelled.



Molly Weasley came bustling down the stairs, "What's all this about- Oh! Hello Hermione! How are you dear?" she asked pulling Hermione in for a bone crushing hug.



"I'm great thank you, Mrs Weasley" came the muffled reply.



Molly beamed, releasing Hermione, "Molly, dear. Now George, where's this girlfriend of yours?", peaking over Georges shoulder as if the girl was hiding.



By now Arthur, a red faced Ginny and Harry, and a disgruntled looking Ron had appeared behind Molly. All in turn giving Hermione a hug, except for Ron, who glared at her, and only shook her hand. it seemed he was still sore over their break-up, two years prior.



"Actually, she's right there" George pointed  past his mother at the bushy haired girl, who was now trying to smooth down Harry's hair.



The hallway went silent for a few seconds, before Ginny screamed, throwing her arms around Hermione's slim frame, "We're almost sisters!"



Everyone laughed, and Hermione was immediately squashed by a mass of red hair.



Ron had disappeared into his room.



"I'll go talk to him" Harry volunteered.



"Nonsense, Harry, dinner is almost ready. You and George can set the table, alright?" Molly smiled at Harry, her eyes flickered upstairs, when a door slammed shut.



Harry nodded, and he and George marched to the kitchen.



"Hermione, dear, would you help Arthur and Ginny move the picnic table out from behind the house? Thank you dear," Molly turned toward the stairs, "Ronald Weasley! Get down here immediately, and set the table!" she screeched.



Hermione winced, and followed Mr Weasley and Ginny outside.



They levitated the large picnic table out from the back of the house, and sat it on a small hill, next to a large pond on the Weasley's property.



Three figures approached from the house, cutlery, plates, a table cloth, and napkins clutched in their hands. In the centre was Harry, who seemed to be a barrier between the two angry looking red heads. George held the cutlery, his hair was mussed, and his clothes looked wrinkled. He was grinding his teeth together, and his hands clutched the cutlery so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.



Ron, looked worse, he held the napkins and table cloth. His fingers dug into the paper napkins, making marks, and sometimes tiny incisions. His face and neck were as red as his hair. Every few seconds he would shoot glares at Harry, who seemed anxious to move out of the two Weasley's way, in fear of being injured.



"Here we go.." Ginny muttered, patting Hermione's back sympathetically.



When they reached the table, relieved, Harry moved to stand next to Ginny and Hermione, George followed and they all watched as Ron laid the cloth on the table.



George whispered into Hermione's ear, "He tried to hex me in the kitchen. Sent all the plates flying. Mum took away his wand." He rested his free hand on her waist.



Hermione chuckled nervously, "Is that so?"



George pecked her cheek, "Yep."



He and Harry moved forward to put their things on the table, and Ron joined his father, standing at the head of the table.



He glowered at Hermione, who glowered back.



Molly appeared at the crest of the hill, levitating several  plates behind her, she gently rested them on the table, and everyone sat down to eat.



Hermione sat next to George, their twined hands rested on the table.



Hermione was sure George was only flaunting their new relationship to make Ron jealous. She didn't care though, she was distracted at how nicely her hand fit with his, and how every few minutes he would glance down at her, as if believing if he didn't watch her, she would disappear. She squeezed his hand, he squeezed back.



Molly looked across the table, "Later, we can go for a swim in the pond, if you kids would like to."



Ginny, George and Harry nodded.



"I'd love to go swimming, Molly. But unfortunately, I haven't got my suit here" Hermione said, secretly relieved she wouldn't have to show off so much skin.



"No problem, you can borrow one of mine" Ginny smiled at Hermione.



Reluctantly, she agreed.



The rest of the dinner passed quickly, almost to quickly for Hermione.



She was now carrying dishes back to the Burrow with Ginny chattering away beside her. They put the dirty things in the sink and went up stairs to Ginny's room, where the red head fished a two piece, and a one piece from her drawer.



She tossed the two piece to Hermione, who squawked, alarmed at the red number.



"Gin, could I maybe have the one piece?" Hermione eyed the bottle green suit in Ginny's hands.



"You should wear that one, it'll show off your curves" Ginny said.



Hermione reluctantly crossed the room to the loo, where she put on the bright red bikini.



She glanced at herself in the mirror. Ginny was right, it did show off her curves.



The top had thick straps, and a little bit of padding in the front. The bottoms were like trunks, that went down to her mid thigh, they had a tiny version of the Gryffindor crest on the waistband. She thanked Merlin she had remembered to shave her legs that morning.



She pulled her white shirt back over her head, and exited the bathroom, finding Ginny, tying her  hair up.



Hermione did the same, hoping her curls wouldn't fall out.



They walked back to the pond, where Molly and Arthur sat, next to a stack of towels.



Ginny immediately splashed her way into the water, Hermione hung back, and sat by the grass at the water's edge.



She could hear people approaching, heavy footfalls on the grass. Then suddenly, she was swung over someone's shoulder.



"George Weasley! Put me down this instant!" Hermione smacked her tiny fists on his broad back, and kicked her feet.



George kept on walking, he was now waist deep in water, Hermione could hear Ginny and Harry laughing, as he flung her off his shoulder, into the cool pond.



As she resurfaced for air, sputtering and cursing, George suddenly noticed what she was wearing.



Her white shirt had turned clear, and he could see the outline of a bikini top.



He whistled lowly, "Darn Granger, didn't know you could show so much skin" He smiled wickedly.



Hermione turned bright red, and launched an enormous wave of water at him.



"Oh it's on!" He yelled, and they broke into a huge splash fight. They were too busy sending wave after each other, that they didn't see Ron as he aparated away from the picnic table.



They did however, hear Mr and Mrs Weasley yelling his name.



They spun round, finding Mrs Weasley in a panic and Mr Weasley trying desperately to calm his wife down.



George ran forward "Mum! What's wrong?"



She ran a hand through her curly hair, and stared up at her son, "Ron is angry at you and Hermione. For being together" she whispered, then stared down at her hands.



George shrugged, "It's his fault he lost her in the first place" he hesitated before adding in a whisper only Molly could hear, "Mum I've liked her since her fourth year. I won't let him ruin this for me."



She nodded and smiled quietly, "I'm glad George, you deserve this. Take care of her."



"I will mum, promise" and then he enveloped his mother in a hug.



"Alright, you and Hermione go back to the shop, Arthur and I'll go clean up,", Hermione tried to insist that they stay to help, but Molly waved them off.



They said their good-byes to Harry and Ginny, who were living together in Godric's Hollow.



The aparated back to their flat, and found Lee Jordan sitting on the couch in the living room.



He noticed their intertwined hands immediately.



A grin started to spread across his face, "Got yourself a bird, eh, George?"



"Not just any bird, Lee.  Hermione Granger!" George laughed at Lee as he wolf whistled.



Hermione blushed, and bowed low, flourishing her hands.



Lee smiled, "Well, I've got to go, just wanted to see how you were. Sorry I couldn't stay longer" he winked.



"I'm not" George muttered, "See you later mate!"



There was a soft pop, signaling Lee's exist, followed by a few seconds of silence.



"So, girlfriend, we need to talk about sleeping arrangements" he grinned as he saw the pink blush spread across her cheeks.



"Um, okay" she mumbled as he pulled her closely to him, and nestled his face in her hair, and started walking her backwards to their room. He waved his wand and transfigured their beds into one.



He pushed Hermione down onto the bed, and sat next to her, braiding her hair, slowly.



She looked up at the ceiling, "George? What the hell are you doing?"



"Braiding your hair, silly. What did you think we'd be doing?" He laughed as she turned bright red.



"Um, I-I don't know.." she trailed off as George's face appeared above her own.



"Okay, okay. Shush" he ordered and then he kissed her.



 





 

 



A/N



HELLO!! I LOVE this chapter! I'm so excited about this story, I have tons planned!!  Please, please, please, review!



Thanks so much!



-Syd



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