Hi guys!

I'm back! Finally! I hope this writer's block is over now for good...

This is a Hermione/George Story post-war and starts at Fred's funeral. Rating is M, because of possible future Content.

I made a few decisions - I won't beat myself up anymore when some of you post some mean Reviews...I'm not a native Speaker, so deal with it...I'm not saying my stories are awesome, so if you don't like them,... don't read them...it's MY Story and I love to write for fun, so just don't read if you don't like, I will continue ...

To my Readers who do like my stories - THANK YOU, for your support, it means sooo much to me

With that said, I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!

Hopefully Enjoy.

Chapter 1

The funeral of Fred Weasley was a big affair. It seemed like everyone who knew Fred, even if they only met him once or twice, came to say goodbye to one of the famous pranksters. Almost everyone was openly crying and the few who didn't had tears in their eyes. Hermione stood in the very back of the big crowed and watched her boyfriend – if she could even call him that anymore – George Weasley, shaking and sobbing. She wanted nothing more than to walk over to him and let him cry on her shoulder, but she couldn't. He didn't want her to and she tried to accept this. He needed time and space, so she only watched him from afar. She saw the others of his family and new tears streamed down her pale face. Mrs. Weasley clung to her husband, Ginny had her head buried in Harry's chest. Bill didn't let go of Fleur, Ron, Charlie and Percy stood beside them, trying hard not to start sobbing too.

Hermione and George started dating the summer before her fifth and George's seventh year. To say that everyone was surprised was probably an understatement. A lot of people thought it was a joke or didn't even give them a month, but they proved them all wrong. Even after Fred and George left Hogwarts, their relationship continued to be strong.

Sometimes, Hermione herself wondered how it happened between George and her, but it felt just right. They were perfect for each other, even though they were complete opposites, but this was probably the reason why it worked so well. They complemented each other. Hermione needed someone who showed her a world besides books and studying, George on the other hand needed someone who was just like Hermione and knew that there was another side to him than just the prankster.

But the happy times in their relationship were over now. His brother, his twin, his other half, was dead and he needed time and space, from her, from everyone. It was hard for Hermione to give him that space, but she understood.

The last couple of days, she thought a lot about what she would do now and finally came to the decision to travel to Australia after the funerals to find her parents. She wasn't sure at first, because she didn't want to leave the Weasley's alone, especially George, but after a conversation she had with Ginny and Harry a few days ago, she decided to do it.

"I don't want to leave you guys alone. And George…" Hermione stopped talking and buried her face in her hands.

"You need your parents too, Mione…" Harry said. Hermione didn't say anything, but looked up again.

"Listen, honey. We won't be angry because you want to search your parents. We understand that. Well, and George….we all know how he is at the moment…." Ginny's voice broke and Harry and Hermione both squeezed her hand "I really don't understand why he needs space from you, because you are probably the only person who can help him, but well, it is what it is, and I'm sure, that he will understand if you go and search for your parents. And maybe, when you come back, you two can try being together again."

"Thank you guys! I'll go." Hermione whispered after a while. Harry and Ginny smiled at her and nodded.

"Do you want Harry to come with you?" Ginny asked and Harry nodded.

Hermione shook her head no "You need him more than I do and I'm sure that I can handle it, but thank you, I really appreciate it."

After the funeral, the Weasley's, Harry and Hermione walked back to the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley immediately busied herself by preparing food. George didn't stay downstairs, as soon as they entered the Burrow he went upstairs.

Hermione took a shaky breath and quickly wiped the few tears that escaped her eyes, away.

"He'll come around, Mione. You'll see!" someone behind her said. She turned around and saw Charlie standing there, smiling sadly at her.

"I really hope so, but I'm so scared that he won't. That he will never find the way out of this dark place he is in, right now. I should be able to help him, but I can't. He doesn't want me anymore and even if he wanted me to be, I just don't know what to say or do. Oh God…" Charlie quickly walked to her and hugged her tightly to him. Hermione was glad that they were the only two left in the living room, because the others were already in the dining room or kitchen, she didn't want them to see the state she was in.

After a while she loosened her grip on Charlie and looked up "I'm so sorry, Charlie. I-I don't know what came over me." Hermione had a bad conscience. Charlie was mourning just as much as the other's and she broke down like this.

"You have nothing to apologize, Mione. I'm sure, that he'll come around. Also, he still loves you, he just doesn't know how to handle all of his emotions at the moment. Never forget that he loves you, please promise me this."

Hermione nodded "I promise! Thank you, Charlie." He squeezed her shoulder in a comforting way and the two followed the others to the dining room.

Dinner was a very quiet affair. Everyone tried their best to swallow the food, Mrs. Weasley had prepared. Nobody spoke, everyone just sat there, staring at their plate.

Hermione's thoughts were constantly on George, so after a while, she decided she would talk to him one last time before her departure.

Hermione knocked on George's door a few times, but no reply came. She silently opened the door and entered the pitch-dark room. She barely saw him there, lying in his bed.

"George?" she asked quietly, approaching him. He didn't answer, but she saw that his eyes were open, as her own eyes became accustomed to the darkness.

She sat down beside him, unsure of what to say exactly "I-I just wanted to say that I'll leave tomorrow, to search for my parents, but that I'll stay if you change your mind. All you have to do is say so and I'll stay, George."

George didn't say anything. Hermione sighed "I love you." she said, before she stood up and went out of the door.

"Promise me, you'll keep an eye on him." Hermione whispered to Ginny, Harry and Ron as they hugged each other good bye the next day.

"We promise. Don't worry Mione." Ron told her.

"You know me, Ron. All I do is worry."

Hermione hugged the rest of the family, before she grabbed her bag.

"Be careful, dear and come back soon." Mrs. Weasley told her, near tears.

"I will, Mrs. Weasley. Bye!"