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"Ron!" they said simultaneously – and began to laugh the next instant.

"Ronniekins did this to you? Hey, I understand the reason for telling Fred that his girlfriend was cheating on him with me, but, well, separate you and Viktor? I didn't think he could do something like this," George said seriously after calming down.

He looked down on the girl that leaned against him and had to admit that she was quite cute. Of course she had always been, but it wasn't wise to have a crush on ones brother's best friend, so he simply hadn't cared. From what he had heard, Ron never had accepted Viktor as Hermione's boyfriend, so it was clear that it must have been he who broke them apart. Well, it was Viktor's fault too. You don't give up like that on the person you love, and surely not because of a letter you get.

"Well, I, for my part, can't understand why he did it to you. I mean, okay, heroic gesture, he warned his brother about his cheating girlfriend, but you're his brother too. He... betrayed you. As for that Viktor story... I probably should be grateful he did it," she replied, looking up into his face.

"And why is that? You surely weren't better off with that Tom guy."

"Tim. His name was Tim. And no, it wasn't better with him either. But at least he wasn't a Death Eater." She laughed at George's surprised face. "Come on, please, don't tell me you didn't already know that. Your father must have told you about it. It was in the Daily Prophet. Viktor was one of those who were at my parents' house when... you know." George's arm tightened around her stomach. Fred had been there too, fighting for the Order. They had sent three simultaneous Killing Curses in his direction. He hadn't stood a chance.

"Why did you leave him then?"

"I didn't. He left me, saying I was too boring and I would mope all the time. He would tell me that crying after my parents wouldn't bring them back and that I should forget my past and make a new start. Besides that, he hated you."

"Now come on. I know we Weasleys are a complicate family, but hate? Why would he?"

"I said 'you', not 'your family'. He had something against the two of you; it seems you played a joke on him back in Hogwarts. A joke involving Canary Cream and those toffees you had. After the funerals, he said that he didn't want me to go near you, that you would be dangerous and that he was happy there was only one of the Weasley twins left. We had a big fight, and short time later he left me."

"I'm sorry he left you because of us... me." George whispered inaudibly. Hermione must have heard it, though, because she started to smile.

"There's nothing to be sorry of. In fact I could kiss you for it; I think you never did something as inspired as that."

"You can kiss me later if you want to, for now I'd prefer if we could just finish our little talk because I find it more than suspicious that Ron succeeded in breaking you two up AND lived to try it again on me and Angelina. How come you let him live and even have a relationship with him?"

Hermione never had heard him so decided to talk. In fact it startled her that he had turned down such an obvious kissing offer. But hey, if he wanted to talk it was fine with her. He was right, she still could snog him later.

"Well, he was too cute to be killed. I could have done it; maybe I should have done it. It certainly would have spared me a lot of trouble. As for that entire relationship thing ... I don't know why I accepted him as my boyfriend. I must have been really desperate to commit myself to him," she said, her head again in that awkward position she tended to have, for she could see George better. Suddenly she smiled and added nonchalantly, "He's a great kisser though."

"I'm a great kisser too!" George answered with an injured look.

Ha, she finally had him where she wanted him to be. It wasn't that she had dreamed of him or had had crush on him for ages. No, she simply wanted to know how it was to snog a Weasley twin. One had to admit that George wasn't bad looking at all, and even if he hadn't played Quidditch for a long time, he still had a quite well-built body. And he had a cute smile, which was the most important.

"Oh, really? And why haven't I gotten this information earlier?"

"You didn't ask."

"Well, I'm asking now. Are you a great kisser?"

"Yes, the rumors you heard are right. I'm an exceptional kisser; you can't even imagine what you've lost," he replied, his smile now reaching from one ear to another.

He knew she just couldn't reject an offer like that. But he surely hadn't expected what came next. George watched in amazement as Hermione, without saying one word, reached for the arm that was wrapped around her and gently pulled it off. Then she turned around lightly, and facing him, she put her hands on his shoulder and lowered her lips to his. He was too shocked to move, so he just enjoyed the feeling of Hermione sucking on his lower lip. Only seconds after their lips had touched, it was over. Hermione pulled back a bit and looked at the completely shocked Weasley.

"I thought you said something about being a great kisser, but it must have been a dream..." she said, smirking.

George didn't wait for her to go on and simply did the first thing to come to his mind. In less than 2 seconds, he had pushed her backwards so she was now lying with her back on the couch, and him on top of her, holding her hands above her head. It was he who smirked now, for she was absolutely at his mercy.

"Oh, no, Miss Granger, you didn't dream." And with these words he fiercely pressed his lips on hers, not caring about her struggle. It wasn't until she gave up that he released her hands, which immediately snaked around his back and pulled him closer. Although their snogging kept them busy for a time, they had to brake apart for breathing. Hermione decided then that it was time for another question.

"Why didn't you kill Ron when you had the occasion? I mean, you could have done it easily with one of you inventions."

"I could have done it with one of those toffees I made. But..."

"But what?"

"But if I had done it, I wouldn't be able to thank him for waking me up tonight and giving me the chance of talking to you."

"But..."

"No 'buts' anymore. Just shut up and snog me senseless." And that was exactly what she did.

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"Yes!" three people whispered from behind the livingroom door.

"We finally did it!" Ginny said almost too loudly, "They're together, thanks to our intervention." She hugged Ron, and Harry just stood and beamed at them.

"How long have we been trying to make an item of those two?" Ron asked with a tired expression on his face.

"I don't know, but I'm sick of playing matchmaker. I need some love for myself. Are you coming, Harry?" Ginny said, and taking Harry's hand, they disappeared to her room.

Ron just stayed a few more minutes behind the door, looking at Hermione and George and how their faces flushed when looking at the other, or the angelic expression both faces had shortly before their lips joined. All he had done, he had done to make them happy. He had known that Viktor wasn't really a good guy, as for George's one-hour-relationship with Angelina; he just hadn't wanted him to suffer, which without any doubt would have happened, because she had loved Fred too much to throw everything away for an affair. And now, in this very moment, he knew that he had been right and that maybe without his interventions, those two people on the couch wouldn't look at each other with such adoration on their faces.

The end

My Notes:

1.) I know, the disclaimer has to be put at the beginning of the story, but hey, I wouldn't be me if I didn't make an exception. You know what I'm going to say, so I'll make it short: They aren't mine, I just borrowed them to play a little bit, and now JKR can have them back. Thank you by the way! :-D

2.) Big thanks to:

a)Phoenix, for convincing me to keep on writing after the first chapter.

b)SW69, for correcting all the errors I made in chapters 3&4(I think I got the idea now that Viktor is written with "K" and not "C", and making it possible for me to post the story in time.

c)Auberus, for going over the first chapter.

d)BlazeF, for going over the second chapter.

e)My friend 'Minny', who fed me unknowingly with new ideas for the story.

f)Me, for writing a story so disgustingly fluffy, that I really start to like it.

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