Hermione in love.
As-yet untitled snippet about the True Love of Hermione Granger. Written for sociofemme who supplied the opening paragraph. I confess I changed one word and deleted one more.
ETA: I've now had time to think of a title: Sweet Mystery of Love
Hermione Granger was in love. She realised it at ten minutes of two o’clock Tuesday afternoon, which may seem an odd time to have a realisation of that nature, but there you have it.
At a quarter of two, she was sitting in the Common Room reading her History of Magic notes about the Goblin Rebellion. At ten of two, just as she was reviewing an account of the dismemberment of the Special Diplomatic Envoy to the goblins, a thought flashed into her mind and wouldn't go away.
George Weasley, it said. You're in love with George Weasley.
Hermione knew it would be useless to keep revising at this juncture. But she felt it was most inconvenient. She hadn't planned to be in love at least until next year and preferably not until she'd left school altogether.
And George? Not on the short list of candidates. But the more she thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. He really was bright, even though he focused his intelligence in unsuitable areas. But she could perhaps gently direct him. He was nice, he was fit. All in all, not unthinkable. In fact, it was becoming more and more thinkable the more she thought about it.
She looked around the common room. There he was, whispering in a corner with Fred. Hermione never had any trouble telling them apart. But this did make her wonder why George and not Fred. Perhaps it was a Mystery of Love; she was given to understand it was somewhat capricious.
As she watched them, George looked up and smiled at her. Hermione felt her heart quicken and her insides give a great leap. Really, the physiological effects of love were strange. But pleasant. She smiled back and wondered if she should go over and strike up a conversation.
Then Fred and George rose and Fred made an announcement. "Demonstrating the very latest from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes -- Skiving Snackboxes." Hermione watched, bemused by the pleased look on George's face. She really was impressed by the things they invented. She thought she'd tell George so, afterwards. She felt a warm, tingly sensation as she looked at him. It did seem to be love.
George took a bite out of a small striped chew and vomited copiously and noisily into a bucket.
Or possibly it was just a passing crush. Hermione gathered up her things and went to the library to study.
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I love the way Hermione has everything planned. That once she'd figured it was love, and George, she went to the library to study. Away from George. Hee!
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No, that was my girl
Glad you enjoyed my story too, honey. :)
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That is all.
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I never forget that I love you.
ah, the mysteries of love. (g)
Re: I never forget that I love you.
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Perfect.
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Hermione's logical approach to being in love is just wonderful. I was thoroughly convinced that George was the guy for her until he started puking.
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Oh, sure! Hermione will just have to learn that most relationships include accepting your partner's little flaws (or public vomiting demonstrations.)
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I love how fleeting her love was, too. She's like, oh, lalala, I'm in love. Ew, wait, you've just invented what? Um, going to the library now. kthxbai.
*still giggling*
you made my day! :-)
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Thanks for the inspiration! This was a fun way to spend my time before work.
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Thanks for a great fic!
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The way you wrote Hermione was wonderful. Good job.
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Of course you are also the evil culprit behind that yummy Hermione/George&Fred summerboink thingy I've read far too many times to be considered strictly healthy, so I shouldn't be surprised.
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and it's nice to see a twin paired up as i've always loved them in the canon. their personalities are magnetic, they're fit, they're hilarious. this is great!
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::Laura draws big hearts around Hal::
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