Undateable by WeasleyForMe

Hermione knew better than to form a crush on any of the boys in Gryffindor house. They were all so undateable! If only there were something she could do about it... something other than fall for George!

Thanks to Clover Bay for inspiring and beta reading this story!

Chapter 10

Hermione's jaw dropped, and she started laughing hysterically. "George Weasley! You're not the victim! You're the saboteur!"

"I beg to differ! Hermione, I was victimized!" George insisted. "I blame that good-for-nothing twin of mine you setting me up on the date in the first place, and then I also blame Romilda for being generally icky!"

"George, why would you agree to go on a date with her and then intentionally sabotage it?" Hermione asked once she had finally stopped laughing at the mental image of him obnoxiously picking food out of his teeth.

"I didn't agree to go on a date with her at all," he insisted. "And after I found out you weren't going to start going out with Lee, I wanted to cancel the whole thing. But instead of being so completely rude as to cancel my blind date, I decided to be rude be wrecking the date while I was on it. I'm sure you can see where this was the much sweeter option for a gentleman to take," George told her with a wink as he leaned across the table to be closer to her.

"Actually, I think its worse that you waited until… Hold on just a minute! Why would I be going out with Lee?" Hermione gasped.

George sighed and slumped back on the bench further away from Hermione. "Because I saw Lee getting awfully feely with you in the Common Room. He was kissing you and whispering to you and you seemed downright joyful!"

Hermione sat quietly for a second and then burst into laughter. "George, Lee was just thanking me for helping him get his dream girl to go on a date with him! How could you mistake his thank you for him liking me? And why on earth would that matter if I was going out with Lee anyway…?"

"I was jealous!" George admitted loudly, flailing his arms in the air. His elbow collided with a waitress carrying a tray full of butterbeers to a group of sixth year Ravenclaws at the next table. He watched helplessly as the beverages flew through the air and covered Hermione and himself in the sticky liquid.

"I'm sorry!" George instantly apologized, jumping up and seating himself on the opposite bench with Hermione. He grabbed all of the napkins from the table and started to mop up Hermione's blouse and drenched hair. "I'm so sorry! It was all my fault! I can't believe I just did that to you!"

Hermione looked up at George's sincere face and lopsided smile as butterbeer dripped from the end of his nose. "Did you say you were jealous? Jealous of what?"

George sighed and licked his lips. "I was jealous, because I thought you really liked Lee and that you would find him more dateable than me."

"Lee belches the alphabet! And his shirt is always buttoned crookedly!"

"…. Some girls might like that," George managed weakly.

Hermione took his hand in hers; he was still absentmindedly wiping butterbeer from her outfit.

"Not me! You know what I like, because I told you! And I thought I had showed you what I like when we were on the Astronomy tower…." Hermione trailed off, dropping her eye contact.

George's face lit up. "So, if you're definitely not into Lee, then I can take my own bloody advice, finally!"

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked, just as George reached toward her and ran his fingers through her butterbeer coated hair.

"Shh," he whispered as his lips met hers in a sticky, sweet kiss. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and he scooted even closer to her on the bench. She parted her lips as the taste of butterbeer and the warmth of George invaded her senses.

"You do remember what I like," Hermione whispered as his lips left hers.

George chuckled. "I was paying attention the entire time, I swear. Now, tell me the truth. Why are you suddenly interested in Quidditch?" He had a smug look on his face, and Hermione glared at him.

"As I said before, I'm just interested in broadening my knowledge of the world around me," she said indignantly.

"That's a bunch of bollocks, and you know it!" George managed to slide himself even closer to her as he said, "I think it's because you fancy me, and you simply couldn't stop starting at me during practice."

"I was there to help Fred," Hermione insisted with a grin, knowing she was fighting a losing battle.

"Riiight, keep on telling yourself that, sunshine," George muttered.

"Well, now that you mention it, you're not too terrible looking, and I've never seen you picking lint out of your toes. Perhaps I'll come to the match against Ravenclaw and cheer for you."

George whooped and laughed. "You better!" He scooped her up and kissed her deeply in front of the entire lunch crowd at the Three Broomsticks. Hermione blushed and clung onto him for support as he literally knocked her off her feet with his kisses.

"George, people are starting to stare," Hermione whispered, noticing the shocked looks on some of her friends' faces.

"Better hurry back to the Astronomy Tower where we can be alone," he agreed with one of his award-winning smiles as he released his hold on her.

On their walk back to Hogwarts, Hermione finally admitted that George was in fact the reason for her sudden interest in Quidditch. He thanked her for her honesty by admitting that his manners had greatly improved in hopes of impressing her. Hand in butterbeer-covered hand, they made their way to the Astronomy Tower and got an early start on their homework.

The End!

Thank you very much for reading my story! I'm considering writing a sequel, perhaps. I hope you enjoyed it, because I really loved writing it! It's all too easy to pick on males, lol.

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