The Crush Of George Weasley

I admit it - I'm not a genius of any kind. Nor am I one who would willingly adhere to fixed set of rules. But there was something about her that was causing me to long for change.

It wasn't love at first site - in fact, it was far from it. I had known her for five years when the love bug struck me. She was a beauty - maybe not a natural beauty, but her inner radiance was definite with everything she did. And the temper. Oh what a temper she had. Her temper was short, but the tantrums made her even more adorable to my eyes.

When I fell in love with her, I became a lost soul in the world of love. Now my twin, Fred, had been following Angelina around aimlessly for years, but I never became a creature like that. I despised people who only thought of themselves and their crushes together forever. I was content with the idea of the future Weasley Wizard Wheezes. And things changed.

Fred had grown out of his puppy love and became a rather good boyfriend - at least that's what Angelina told me. But I had grown in. The radiance, the beauty - I was simply spellbound.

And things were changing. The rise of the dark lord had indeed changed everything, and Hermione spent more and more time with Harry and Ron. Jealousy hit. I became very jealous at my little brother - I knew that he had his own crush on the girl of my dreams - and to make up for it I became deeply enthralled with my studies. Never had I been so studious. All of my teachers were surprised, and even Snape was speechless. No one even thought of the reason why the change would hit so suddenly.

It was sudden. But it was love.

My love.

For Hermione.

But I still have one question – why was this love blooming so late?