Disclaimer: I do not own (but wish I did) Harry Potter or any other characters related to the series. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.

Piece of Pie

She was in her room (that she shared with Ginny) at the burrow staring out of her window; Hermione saw silver grey skies and heavy clouds. She sighed but smiled slightly as she remembered how she used to dance in the rain when she was small. She loved the rain, the soft pitter-patter on the roof and window panes, the small crystal drops that gently coursed down the window, the fresh smell after a good rain shower and the rising mist that sometimes hung around was also nice, as it gave the otherwise normally hectic world a touch of peace and sometimes unearthly stillness. Her book lay forgotten in her lap as the small raindrops fell to earth and rejuvenated the yellow grass and drooping flowers.

How nice and quiet it is, she thought, It's almost too good to last… and with and almighty CRACK the two Weasley twins appeared grinning identical mischievous grins. Hermione jumped out of her chair and glared at them. "What the hell was that for?!" she yelled, "Can't you enter through the door like NORMAL people?"

"Ouch, that hurts my feelings Hermione. George, she just called us abnormal." Fred replied, feigning hurt.

"That cut us deep 'Mione, real deep. Surely you don't mean it?" said George and gave Hermione his best hurt puppy dog look.

"Oh stop it George! You know I can't resist that look!" she sighed exasperatedly as her mouth twitched into a small smile. "So what do you two want? Another test subject?"

"Nah," they replied in unison, "We've got ickle Ronniekins for that."

"We just came to-"said Fred.

"Tell you that-"George interrupted.

"Lunch is ready." Finished Fred and they both disapparated with a loud CRACK leaving Hermione shaking her head and chuckling slightly as she went down the stairs to the kitchen, where delicious smells wafted from.

"Oy, Fred! Pass the gravy!" cried a familiar voice; Hermione looked over and glimpsed Ron behind a huge plate full of potatoes, chicken, corn and salad. Laughing at the sight she called a greeting, "Still hungry as ever aren't you Ron?" He looked up and attempted to reply but his mouth was too full of potatoes to actually move.

Swallowing quickly he grinned, "Of course! De-gnoming the garden is hard work. Hey, Mum, is there any butterbeer left?" he swivelled around to face Mrs. Weasley who tutted and handed him a bottle.

"Mind your manners Ron. Oh, do sit down dear; you can sit next to George. Has anyone seen Harry and Ginny? Lunch is getting cold." She bustled about making sure they were all comfortable. Hermione grinned as she tucked in. She knew that Ginny and Harry were probably making out behind the shed in the yard or had flown off to Stoats head hill to be alone.

She was shaken out her reverie by a gentle poke in the side. She looked to her left and found herself almost nose to nose with George. "What're you thinking of grinning like that?" he asked, "Must be my good looks eh?" He winked at her and resumed polishing off a slice of strawberry pie, leaving Hermione a bit flushed and looking at her plate, fiddling with her slice. Damn it! When did he get so cute? she thought, He has such dreamy brown eyes, and his freckles are so cute… oh, and Quidditch playing must have given him great muscles… Wait, what am I thinking of?! Hermione shook her head to clear it and snuck a glance at George who was eating his second helping of cake. His hair flopped a bit into his eyes, his arms were lean but muscular and his eyes were alert and danced with wicked humour.

"Oy 'Mione! Can I have your slice of pie?" Fred asked. Hermione jumped slightly and giggled. "Famine face! Lay off my piece!" she gave him a playful shove and turned back to her piece to find that it was gone. "Who took my piece?" she asked Ron who was sniggering between mouthfuls. "Oh I dunno. Ask good ol' Forge... or would it be Gred..." Slowly she turned towards George and fixed him with a frosty glare. He gave her a cheeky wink and threw his arm around her pulling her close. "Ah come on 'Mione. You weren't eatin' it and I was starving. It's only fair." Hermione blushed as she was pulled into his chest and could feel his muscled body so close to her own. She gazed into his face and fought not to smile. "I was going to eat it," she retorted, disengaging from his grip, "But instead I'll come up with a suitable revenge, mark my words." And with that she stood up and grabbed her plate and left the table.

Please R&R! This is my first ever attempt at fanfiction and this pairing. Give me some good critical feedback!