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Hermione's Hero

Chapter 1: Falling

It was another pleasantly warm summer day at the Burrow. Harry had come to stay with the Weasleys, as he did every summer. He had turned fifteen a few days beforehand, and this was turning out to be a very good summer, despite the looming threat of an attack from Voldemort. A few weeks ago, he finally asked Ginny out, and he couldn't have been happier. He had been feeling something different for her for a couple of months, and once he had realized what those feelings were, he acted upon them. He and Ginny were an official couple now. Hermione was also staying at the Burrow, which she did most every summer. He, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny were all outside playing Quidditch. Well, Hermione wasn't playing, because she didn't like to fly. She wasn't very good, but she always liked to watch her friends playing. Once again, Ron was trying to convince her to come and fly with them.

"Mione, come on, nothing will happen!" he assured her.

Hermione took a long, deep sigh, and said, "Fine, Ron. If I fly with you for a little bit, will you leave me alone about it for the rest of the year?"

"Certainly," he told her as he landed. Harry watched as Ron helped Hermione onto his broomstick, and, once she was settled, gently rose into the air.

"Not too high, okay?" she said nervously.

"Don't worry, I've got you," Ron said. They flew for a few minutes, much higher than Hermione was comfortable with, until Harry saw a dreadful sight: Hermione was falling off of Ron's broom.

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"Come on, Mione, you can't possibly tell me that you don't find this fun, can you?" Ron asked over his shoulder.

"Well, it is kind of cool. But I still don't like it," Hermione said, looking uneasily at the zooming people below her. She still didn't like the idea of being so high in the air, with so far to fall before you could hit the ground. She shifted on the broomstick, and the unthinkable happened. She fell towards the ground, with nothing to stop her progress. Hermione closed her eyes to brace herself for the impending pain, when, miraculously, she felt someone catch her. She slowly opened her eyes, to see who it was that had saved her life. She looked up into a set of concerned green-brown eyes looking down at her worriedly. "George," she said before promptly passing out.

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(A/N- Hi everyone! I had some requests for a novel-length fic, and I thought I'd post this. It is my first George/Hermione fic, and I consider it my baby. It is still a work in progress. I have the first SEVERAL chapters written already, though, so nobody has to worry about me not posting new chapters for quite a while. Thanx to everyone who reviewed my other twins/Hermione fics, The Camping Trip and I Miss You. Please let me know what you guys think of this, okay? I love getting reviews, and I would like to get suggestions and stuff like that. Also, if you guys could give me ideas for the title, I'd really appreciate it. I have never been any good with that kind of stuff.)