A/N: Hey guys! I'm back! I've really missed writing on this site. I've been working on this story for ages, and I've just decided to put it on, even though it isn't finished yet.
As much as I love Ron&Hermione together and can't think of anyone else they are perfect with, I just felt like doing a Hermione&George one, cuz in other fanfics they seem to suit each other quite well. I hope you enjoy it. Please read and review :)
Hermione and George: A Love Story
Hermione fled from the kitchen of the Burrow, tears streaming down her unusually pallid face, as she sprinted to one of fields surrounding the Weasley's house. She found her favourite tree and slumped down next to it, not bothering to control her loud sobbing. She was devastated. Her boyfriend of two and a half years, whom she loved so much, Ron Weasley, had just told her that he didn't feel as though they were meant to be together, and felt they were better off as simply just friends.
She curled up in a ball and let out all of her emotions, not caring if anyone saw her. She had just thought they were really getting somewhere, and he had broken if off. All her dreams about marrying Ron, having little red-headed children with him were dashed – gone.
After about 10 minutes of intense sobbing, Hermione sat up and leaned her back against the knobbly tree, gazing at the stretch of glowing horizon before her eyes. She tried to control her weeping, and lifted her hand to wipe away stray tears still trickling down her face. She attempted to reason with herself, to calm herself down. She and Ron had been perfectly fine with each other when they had been best friends, with Harry also. They had argued a fair few times, but that was just how they were together. It would always be like that.
One of the things Hermione loved best about Ron was that after they fell out, he would always try to make it up to her in the nicest way possible, and it always worked. There was nothing perfect about their relationship, but then nothing was perfect these days.
She didn't know how long she sat there with her own thoughts, but the sun had slid half way down the sky before a noise brought her back to reality. She pricked her ears up, listening carefully but not moving.
"Hermione?" Hermione jumped and hit her head hard on a stump protruding from the tree.
"Ow! Ginny?" She turned, rubbing her head to find her gaze met a very concerned, wide eyed friend. "What're you doing out here?"
"Looking for you of course. I came home to an empty house – which I found most frustrating because I've got news – but I also found it strange because you and Ron are almost always here by the time I get home. I looked up and down the house and around the garden and then I spotted you here, so I came immediately." Ginny explained all of this very quickly before settling down beside Hermione. "What's happened, hey?" She questioned worriedly, seeing Hermione's tear stained face. Hermione sniffed.
"It's Ron." Ginny inhaled sharply, but let Hermione continue. "He...he broke up with me," she finished in a small voice.
"He WHAT?!" Screeched Ginny incredulously, staring at Hermione as if she had gone mad.
"Seriously?" She revised her speech, seeing the effect her previous outburst had had on Hermione. Hermione sighed and nodded regretfully, tears threatening to fall down her face again.
"I'm gonna kill him," Ginny growled menacingly. Hermione shook her head frantically.
"No Ginny, don't. I'm just going to deal with this myself. I know how much you want to, because I want to do it too, but I can't let you."
"But Hermione, you must do something to him! How dare he!"
"Ginny, it will make things worse if I retaliate. It's not as if he left me for someone else, he just didn't love me. And I can't force him to; I'm not going to give him Amortentia, because that's just desperate. And I'm not. Yes, I want him back and yes, I wish he hadn't broken it up, but I can't hurt him because it would hurt me too. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Well, yes, but I can't help but want to hex him. I'm very protective of you, you know."
"I do know," Hermione replied, ending the conversation. Ginny looked as though she had something more to say on the matter, but left it when she saw Hermione still looking miserable, so contented herself by nodding to agree.
Suddenly, Ginny sat up excitedly.
"Hermione, I know you're upset but I can't hold this in any longer." Hermione turned to look at Ginny, puzzled. "The Holyhead Harpies have signed me to their team as chaser!" Ginny was beaming with ecstasy.
"Oh Ginny, that's brilliant! Congratulations!" Hermione didn't know alot about Quidditch, but she did know how much it meant to Ginny, and the boys of course. She embraced her friend tightly, her misery forgotten for a few moments.
"I start training with them properly next week. I'm so excited!"
"I'm so happy for you Ginny, well done," Hermione congratulated her friend once more.
"I'm sorry to tell you I'm happy when you're not," Ginny apologised.
"Don't be silly. I'm just glad it's not all misery around here." The girls slackened their grip on each other as they heard a loud crack! Coming from the direction of the house.
"Hermione? That'll be Harry and Ron back. Mum will be home soon. Do you want to come over for some food in a while?" She asked tentatively. Hermione shook her head.
"No, I'm not hungry thanks. And I can't face Ron at the moment. Sorry Ginny." Ginny looked as though she knew this would be the answer, so didn't press the matter. She nodded in understanding. After a few moments, Ginny started to fidget a bit, and Hermione knew exactly what she wanted.
"Ginny, you can go and tell them about your new job if you want. You don't have to waste your whole evening with me, it's fine." Ginny still looked hesitant.
"Are you sure Hermione? I don't want you to think I don't care. But I am excited to tell them all."
"Just go. I'm fine here. I'd prefer to be on my own at the moment anyway."
"Okay. Thanks Hermione. I'm sorry about my brother, and I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help." Hermione waved away this comment with her hand. Ginny stood up, stretched, and smiled at Hermione before scampering off towards the Burrow.
*~~HP~~*
The moon was just rising in a crescent shape when Hermione heard a second disturbance. A rustle of leaves told her there was another human being stood close to her. She turned her rather stiff neck to find a dark haired man with bright green eyes.
"Harry?" Hermione's voice sounded loud in the silent night, and cracked from lack of use in the past half an hour or so.
"Hermione, Ron told me everything, and Ginny filled in some parts. How are you?" He asked sensitively, crouching down beside his best friend of ten years.
"I'm just shaken and miserable about it really. But the more I think about it, the more I realise it's probably for the best. I mean, I love him so much and always will, but if he doesn't love me back in the same way, it will never work really." Hermione surprised even herself with these words, but as she heard them spoken so calmly and reasonably, she found truth in them. She knew she would never stop loving Ron, but she realised friendship was probably better in this situation. Harry smiled.
"There's my Hermione, with an intelligent answer for everything," and Hermione returned the smile. "Come on, there's food inside. Are you sure you won't come?" Hermione still felt that she didn't want to face Ron, so sighed and shook her head.
"Just give me a bit more time Harry."
"But everyone is celebrating with butterbeer and firewhiskey because of Ginny being accepted into the Quidditch team. Go on, you love firewhiskey," Harry coaxed her, but still she shook her head. Happy as she was for Ginny, she didn't feel like celebrating."Even Ron was asking where you were. Come on Hermione, please?" Hermione glared at him.
"So Ron was wondering where I was, but hasn't bothered to come and see me? That makes me feel loads better," she said sarcastically and dejectedly. "No, I want to stay out here." She finished firmly. Harry sighed.
"Hermione, I'm really sorry. I didn't see it coming, and to be honest I'm upset too. But you'll get through it, you're amazing." Harry leaned over to hug Hermione tightly, and she gripped him in effort to comfort her. Soon, she broke away from the hug and listened to Harry's retreating footsteps. She realised she was shivering. She selected a large leaf from the tree she was sat against, and transfigured it into a blanket to wrap herself in to keep warm.
Then, another bright idea penetrating her mind, she summoned an empty jar from the Burrow and conjured up one of her little blue flames. She watched it flicker for some time, and then felt herself drifting off to sleep, so sat up a little straighter to prevent herself from doing so. Her head still lolled to the side. She started humming to herself in attempt to keep awake.
"Hey there, Granger." Hermione jumped. She hadn't heard anyone coming this time. And there were only a few people who called her 'Granger' from time to time.
"George?" She whispered tentatively, hoping she was right.
"That's my name." She looked up at him to see he was wearing some plain muggle jeans accompanied by a red t-shirt which clashed with his hair.
"What are you doing here?"
"Harry, Ron and Ginny told me you were out here alone, so I came before they could explain. What's happened Granger?"
Hermione started to explain as George settled down opposite her, the glowing flame between them. Hermione always felt comfortable around George, as though he was another best friend she had never had. She never closed up around him; as much as he liked to joke around, he always listened to her carefully and gave her the sympathy and advice she needed. He watched her intently as she spoke.
George had always had a soft spot for Hermione. He couldn't help but notice that she had grown into an incredibly attractive witch. He listened to her as she poured her heart out to him, and sighed as she closed her little speech.
"My little brother has always been an idiot Hermione." She smiled at the use of her real name, still feeling very drowsy. "He doesn't ever notice what's infront of him, and in this case, he's missing out on a very beautiful and intelligent woman." He cracked a soft smile when he saw her cheeks flush as she smiled at the ground.
"Thanks George," she said, too tired to say anything else.
"You're welcome. Now, you are freezing cold and very tired. It's almost eleven o'clock you know. You need to come inside; nearly everyone has gone to bed. You must be so hungry. You - Hermione?" George broke off, surprised he hadn't heard a single protest from her yet. He leaned forward, only to realise that she had fallen asleep, exhausted. He chuckled.
"Come on you," he murmured. He extinguished the light from the jar and banished it to the house. He stopped to look at her, how delicate she looked while asleep. He carefully picked her up and cradled her in his strong arms. She looked so peaceful, even with puffy red eyes from crying. He carried her back up to the Burrow, humming softly.
He kicked open the kitchen door and climbed the staircase until he reached Ginny's room. He couldn't free an arm to knock on the door, and his legs were helping him to support Hermione. He gently knocked with his forehead and heard Ginny bound across the room to open the door.
"You don't have to knock Herm – oh, hi George. Why are you carrying her?" Ginny's voice dropped to a whisper as she spotted her sleeping friend.
"I just went out to talk to her, and she told me everything, and just when I was encouraging her to come inside, she fell asleep. Which is her bed again?" George entered the room, making sure Hermione didn't hit the doorframe. Ginny walked over to Hermione's bed and pulled away the patchwork quilt so George could slide her under it.
"Thanks, Ginny," he said as he tucked Hermione in. "Night."
"Night, George. See you in the morning," she replied as George left the room and closed the door behind him with a small click. Ginny smiled slightly, watching George's retreating back.
A/N: I hope that was okay! Please leave a review telling me what you thought!
WerrnogWeasley96 x