George leaned back in his chair, balancing it on two legs the way his mother told him never to do. The pub he had chosen was small, cozy even, and seemed the perfect setting for his meeting with Hermione. Nothing too big or flashy, much like the woman he was meeting. Simple, classy. It suited her
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"How do you know you're not just late? And don't say because your watch says so. I may have charmed it."
He continued to grin as he rose from his chair, "I'll get our drinks then? What would you like?"
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"Because I care about punctuality, and I checked the clock at home before I apparate so unless you charmed every possible timepiece that I could've had access to? But then, for all you know, I could've used my timeturner, and this could very well be the second or third time we've had this conversation."
She grinned. Okay, so perhaps this could be fun.
"Fuzzy navel, please."
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"You've been hanging around Ron too much," he said, shaking his head in wonder, "And Ron's been hanging around me."
He placed the order at the bar and sneaked a peak back at Hermione. She was looking rather pleased with herself. He would have to change that. He returned quickly, placing her drink down first. Being a gentleman and all.
"So, how have you been getting on, love? Do anything exciting lately?"
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