I haven't started a new fanfiction in about two years. Hi, guysssss 3 So this is an idea I had based off an old song-fic I wrote called -'It Ain't Me, Babe'. If you want more back story- or sooner than later- you should probably read that. Also Ci= K+eye. K+eye-US. ...Kind of.

"Hermione?"

I freeze, unable to turn myself around to look at the man who had addressed me. It's been amost three years since I have heard the voice of George Weasley. The three year anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts was just last week. I left Britain only a month after the end of the war, and have still yet to go back.

I can live in Cork without daily reminders of all that we lost. We won the war, but every thing...everyone...just seemed so broken. I spent the first two weeks grieving- we all did. Remus. Tonks. Moody. Fred.

Oh, Fred.

I couldn't just stay in and cry anymore. I hurt. Everything just hurt so much. I volunteered to immediately start rebuilding Hogwarts- just in an effort to distract myself. Noone understood.

But I couldn't step near that wall. I can still see his face- clear as it was on that last morning. I needed to distract myself from feeling- anything. So I worked on Hogwarts every day for those next two weeks. Until the day I left Britain.

Until the day I was told by a medi-witch that I was pregnant. That I, Hermione Granger, was pregnant with Fred Weasley's child.

It was all just too much. I never wanted to run but I made my decision, and wouldn't know how to explain myself. Oh, Fred. I loved him. But I realized it too late. I was scared and I suppose childish when it came to his affection. I pushed him away and we simply danced around eachother for three years.

I didn't even realize how deeply he was in my heart until he was taken from us. From me.

And Ciaus.

I was going to name his after Fred, but I'd get emotional everytime I said his name. So I named him Ciaus after Fred's favorite character in Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. He told me once he loved my name- I told him to thank Shakespeare, so he read everything he could. I thought he'd like it. I know that he would.

"George." I still haven't turned to face him. I realize I've been standing still on the sidewalk for a few minutes now. I'm not sure that I am still breathing, but I can feel my heart pounding like it's grown five sizes. I have lived in Ireland for three years, and this is the first time that I have run into anyone that I know, and it had to be George.

It. Had. To. Be. Goerge.

"Wha- what are you doing here?" I feel his hand on my shoulder and he prompts me to turn around. I clench my hands aroun the stroller- the stroller I just remembered was in them, and turn to face George, and I can feel my heart stop. I swear that I can.

"Are you okay?" he asks. I can't even think coherantly. All I see is Fred. I watch his eyes move from mine and to the stroller next to me. "Do you have a kid?"

I can't help it. I break down crying and George's arms are nearly instantly around me. "Hey," he says, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overwhelm you- I just- I wasn't expecting to see you here. No one's heard from you in years- you disappeared... I'm just happy to see you."

I nod into him and try to collect myself. So I can say- do- something. "I'm sorry," I choke out.

He loosens his grip on me and pulls back so he can look me in the eyes. "Can we go somewhere to talk?"

Taking a deep breath first, I nod. George had caught me walking back from a quick trip to the store for some things for dinner. The market is only a block away from my house in Muggle Cork. I was caught so off guard I hadn't thought about why George might be in Muggle Ireland. I never expected to just run into anyone from my past.

"My place is just a bit up the road," I tell him softly.

"You walked?" he questions, glancing again at the stroller to my side.

"Yeah," I reply with a nod. "We do it all the time."

"Mommy?"

"I'm right here, Ci," I reply, closing my eyes when George meets them.

"Mommy?" George asks me quietly.

I open my eyes and George's face- so similar to Fred's apart from their eyes- is watching me with concern. He's here and this is happening. There's is no way I can hide this any longer. It kills me that I did to begin with.

"I think it's time you met my son," I tell him, and as calmly as I can I gesture him around the front of the stroller and push back the canopy that was shielding Ciaus.

"Merlin," I hear George gasp. Before I can say anything to even begin to explain myself, Ciaus busts out in giggles and reaches for George.

"Daddy!"

I want to run. To scream. To throw myself out of a bloody plane.

Anything other than being in this situation.

Instead, I kneel down next to him as I start crying again. "No sweety," I say through my tears, brushing his Weasley-red hair out of his eyes. "This is your uncle Georgie, remember?"

"Georgie," he says with a smile, "Daddy's brother."

I nod. "Yeah sweety."

George clears his throat before bending down in front of the carraige to see Ciaus at eye level. "Hi there," he says awkwardly, meeting my eyes.

"This is Ciaus, George."

"He looks just like him."

It's almost a whisper, and I can see just about every possible emotion going though his head right now.

"Mommy is he coming for dinner?"

Ciaus breaks the silence and tension and I smile at him. "Yes, honey. Uncle Georgie is coming for dinner." George nods at me in agreement and stands, hardly able to take his eyes away from Ciaus. It kills me every day just how much he looks like his father. As he gets older I see it more and more.

"Lean back," I tell Ciaus, and stand- pushing his stroller towards home.