After the war, when everyone returned to the borrow. Even Harry potter and Hermione Granger. But George didn't come out of his room for weeks. Hermione would walk by an hear a faint cry every now and then. It upset her, to see George so upset.

The War changed people, with Ron gone, It was just Harry and Hermione. They lost of much in the war. But were now "heros" as you want to call it. To Hermione it was a joke. A Hero? please.

Harry and Her spelt in the same room for two months. Ron's old room. Until Harry and Ginny started to see each other again. Hermione was never alone for to long though. One night. George knocked on the door. He walked in and just climbed into the bed. She never said anything because she knew they both felt better together. It was a while until he started talking again. And only to her. At first few words. Than more and more. One day, some words she's never though she'd hear.

" Fred loved you, you know?" She turned, looking shocked at George. " What... What did you just say." She didn't think she heard him right. FRED... Fred Weasley, Her crush from third year had liked her. No LOVED her, Hermione Granger?. " Fred told me he loved you. More than anything in the world, Hermione." She started cried. George walked over and hugged her. She realized, he to was crying.

" Oh, George!" was all she could say. They fell asleep crying in each others arms.

When she woke up George was gone, But he left a note

Hermione,

I have gone to work, Please come by and see me.

Thank you

George

She read the note and smiled. At least he's being nice. She smelt Mrs. Weasleys cooking and walked down stairs. Harry and Ginny were already there and Remus also. She always loved to see him. As soon as she sat down. Molly put a fully loaded plate, She wanted everyone to be back up to full health. What better way then to feed them to death. Remus looked tired. She realized that last night was a full moon. Hermione always felt bad of him after a full moon. He became something he hates. A werewolf. Poor Remus.

"Hermione, The Ministry has been waiting for you to come and apply." Remus looked at her with worried eyes. " Why Havant you yet?" She felt her blood boil. Because she just lost some of her family. Because everything is a mess. Harry put his hand on hers. She didn't realize she started to cry.

" Because I don't want to work with the Ministry, Im going to be a teacher at Hogwarts." Hermione wiped her eyes. Molly Weasley smiled. " That's for the best isn't it. I mean. Im so over being the hero. I want to help the one who cant help themselves." Hermione smiled at the people sitting at the table. Harry nodded.

" I agree with you Hermione. I think Im ready for a... trouble free life." Everyone laughed at that. It was about time Harry Potter had a break from trouble.

Hermione left the burrow. Saying she needed to go get a few things. She walked into WWW. At the cash was a picture of Fred. She coungered flowers and a vase to put them in. Setting them beside the picture. She saw a small candle, so she lit it in for Fred. Placed a charm so it would always stay lit. and never spread.

" George. Where are you" She called out as she walked around the shop. Than heard a small cry for the back. She ran to him. " GEORGE, what happened. what oh" He was laying on the ground. In his hands was a picture of Fred and him. And Hermione. She remembered it. It was a while ago. At the yule ball her fourth year. They came and MADE her take a picture with them. In the picture. She was sandwiched between the two twins and the both had kissed her cheek. She was so red. But was laughing anyways. She looked around and saw many pictures. A box full in fact. She bent down to look George in the eyes. He turned away. But not before she saw his red rimed eyes. " George, Its okay. Its hard I know." She tried to take the picture but he clung to it. So she gave up.

" Hermione, I miss him so much. Its so hard looking and seeing myself. I look just like him." George looked at her with pleading eyes, almost like he was trying to make her see. " He was more than my twin. He was my best friend. My soul mate, not in that gay way. But our souls were the same. I..I think mine died always with his.