Disclaimer: Not mine, no money for me. Courtesy of Alex

For Renate, my friend and soul mate. May you not be angry with me because this story is not about your favorite couple, and may you forgive me and enjoy my writing. That applies to all readers out there too. Have fun and let me know what you think, please.

"Hermione… what…what's wrong with you?"

George looked anxiously at the amazing girl in front of him. Hermione looked up, her shortish curly hair falling into those big eyes. She had cut it, claiming that it would be less messy like that. She had been right – like always. Now it had grown just past her ears and she looked really sweet.

Her actual expression, though, was anything but sweet as it was completely unreadable and her skin had a slightly green color.

"You will kill me…" she whispered.

"Angels are hard to kill."

A stern look. This wasn't good, Hermione hadn't looked at George like this for ages. Since he had left school, they got along really well and were quite glad to see each other. This summer things between them had gotten a bit more serious, but since everybody would have thought it was a joke, their relationship had stayed secret. Both were happy about it, as there were no questions about their life. Everybody knew they got along well and the quite huge amount of time they spent together went by unnoticed. They were happy and they thought nobody could do them any harm. That was why it pained him so much to see her unhappy.

"If you don't, then my parents will and McGonagall… well no, she won't kill me but I can screw my Hogwarts career now…"

"Must be pretty bad then."

That, George found out very soon, was not the right thing to say, as Hermione flung herself into his arms and began to hit him with her little fists until she couldn't feel them anymore. He lifted her up and carried her to his room. There was no need for the rest of the family to know. He had made her cry and now he would make it okay again. He waited for her to calm down and then asked her again what had happened.

"Come on, it's not as if I really kill you. I could never think about doing any harm to you, although I think I'm right if I say that this feeling isn't really one we two share."

At this she chuckled slightly. Yes, he sometimes could be completely exhausting, they both knew it, but he was really trying, and after all, she loved him, with all those crazy thoughts and ideas he had. But what had happened now, was really hard to understand, even for someone as intelligent, charming and caring as George Weasley. Hermione wasn't sure how to tell him, she couldn't possibly know how he would react. This was one of the infernal Weasley twins after all, nobody could ever be sure of what they meant, wanted or felt. Yes, all Weasley boys had a problem with feelings, but the twins were a disaster when it came to this. She was afraid of his reaction to the confession she was about to make.

"I, well, you see, err… do you remember anything about that party we had here at the Burrow two weeks ago?"

"Come, dance with me."

The redhead looked at her with some really nice blue expectant eyes. Hermione got up and let herself being led to the dance floor. Dancing with George was fun and actually the only way to be near him when other people were around. They weren't ashamed of their relationship, it was just much easier like this. Since Hermione had arrived for her usual holiday at the Burrow, they had had so many parties, and the two had been able to dance and be happy…

"What's on your mind, Angel?"

He called her Angel because she wouldn't accept any short form of her given name, so he had just stated once between two kisses that resembled to an angel with that hair of hers, and Angel it had been.

"Nothing, love," she whispered back, "I was just wondering if we could go somewhere more quiet. I'm not really into that music. I'd rather spend some time with you alone."

And time alone they had spent, with some impressing Silencing Charms in place, so nobody would hear what the two not really sober persons were doing in Georges room. One thing had led to the other, and the next morning found them with all their clothes thrown in some corners of the room.

George had to grin. Of course he remembered that party, it had been one of the most mind-blowing nights of his life. Hermione, though, didn't seem so happy at the thought, so he just nodded and motioned for her to go on with telling him what was wrong.

"You don't seem to be very happy about that night…"

"Oh, the night wasn't bad, I'd rather say it was one of the most mind-blowing nights of my entire life. Only that…"

"Hermione, why are you afraid to tell me. No matter what it is, I'll be cool about it. I love you more than anything, I've told you that a few time now, please trust me and just say what has happened and why you are this unhappy."

Even if his voice wasn't betraying him, he began to lose his patience. Hey, he loved this girl, there was nothing to be afraid of.

"We weren't sober, you know. And we… I think we forgot to do some things we usually do."

Oh no. George began to sweat. No, he wasn't prepared for this, he could practically feel his face go red and warm. Oh god, no she couldn't be… this… this would ruin her life. Not his, but hers, she had ambitions. He turned his face so he was looking at her, and when his pale face met her pale face, the words he dreaded escaped her lips,

"I'm pregnant."