I had an Idea for a new story….. I know I just finished a George/Hermione fic…. But I felt weird not having a George and Hermione story to write, I'm still Going to do "I'll always protect you," so don't worry! I wanted to do a story like this but I though George and Hermione fit better for it. They really are my favorite pairing, besides Fred and Hermione. So I hope you like it so let me know what you think if I should continue. Thanks! Happy reading!

Chapter 1

George was sitting in his flat after a hard day at the shop. Well the shop was smoothing but George working without Fred; that was hard. George sat down on the couch and had a photo album out looking at pictures of the past…..

It's been five years since the war had ended. Fred died and girl he fancied left. Hermione, she left not too long after Harry defeated Voldemort. Hermione left without a trace. Harry and Ron looked all over for her, but for everyone's disappointment; no sign of her. It was like she died too, it seemed that she didn't want to be found. It pained George every day that she was gone. They were dating before she left, well on a break because of the war because she didn't want to risk him of getting hurt.

He was against it but he reasoned with her and decides it was for the best. But he longed for her in that time. Now he pained for her. He loves her very much and he wished he could of had told her.

George picked up a picture of him and Hermione looks like they were dancing outside, but they were talking and faces close. Ron and Ginny we're in the background making kissy faces, while Fred and Harry laughing hysterically.

"After all this time… you're always on my mind," George whispers.

George went to the window and stared out at the sky. Wondering where she could have gone? Where she could be? He was scared for her, he use to have nightmares about horrible things happening to her.

He was told to move on so many times by his family and Friends. George's mum use to fix him on blind dates, but never gone. There was only one woman for him and that was Hermione.

Hermione just put dishes in the sink clearing off the dinner table. A little girl 5 years old came tugging on her dress. This little girl had curly ginger hair and baby blue eyes. She always carried a mischief grin.

"Mummy, Crooke ate my ginger snaps," The little girl cried.

Hermione drew a smile seeing her daughter's tearful blue eyes. "Oh Georgiana, Mummy will give you more, but finish them at the table." Hermione told her daughter as she wiped her tears away.

As Hermione gave her daughter more ginger snaps. See her eyes glow with happiness; she had her father's face. George was her father, but she never told him that she was pregnant, because he wouldn't allowed her to fight, and he didn't need to be bother by her, he lost his twin, and he needed time to heal. Hermione's mum took care of Georgiana during the day while Hermione worked.

Jane watched Hermione eyes ached as she watched the little girl grew, she look just like her father. Jane tried talking about her to go see him and talk to him. Hermione couldn't get herself to go; she had doubts about the situation. Wonder if he's married with a family of his own? Would he hate her from keeping their daughter away from him? What if he didn't love her anymore? Those were the question Hermione threw at her mum everytime she brought it up. Jane couldn't stand the fact that her daughter was hurting and seeing this little girl not knowing her father.

"Hermione dear, you need to go see him and talk to him, he deserves to know, he is her father, you let him miss the first five years of Georgiana's life don't let him miss the next 13 years, you owe him that much darling."

"MUM," Hermione groaned. "We've went over this, I can't." Hermione leaned over the sink.

"Hermione Jean Granger, I did not raise you to be like this, for once in your life stop thinking about yourself and think of what George might want," Jane scowled at Hermione.

"Fine, but if it's not what it turns out to be I'm blaming you," Hermione said in a serious tone.

"Okay, so take a week off from work and go get things taken care of; and I'll keep Georgiana with me," Jane reasoned.

"Your loving this isn't you Mum," Hermione said.

"Enjoying more like it, come on Georgiana you are going to stay with grand mum for a while," Jane told her granddaughter.

Georgiana was excited. "Can we go shopping?"

"Of course dearie, let's get you packed."

Jane took Georgiana into her room and got her packed, after they were finishing packing her things. Jane came up to Hermione.

"Take care darling, Georgiana say goodbye to your mum," Jane called to Georgiana.

Georgiana came over to Hermione and gave her a hug and kiss, and told her goodbye.

"Goodbye mummy," She said hurrying to the door.

"What is that it," Hermione joked.

"Hey a week with Grand mum shopping is worth it," Georgiana said.

Jane and Hermione laughed at the little girl's choice for words. Jane kissed her daughter goodbye and took Georgiana's hand and left. Hermione went back into the kitchen and did the dishes and called her work and asked for her two weeks' vacation. One week for visit and one to cooperate. After she got things in order she went to go pack. Hermione went into her closet and reached up for a box on top, a thin box. She opened it up and her wand sat neatly in place, Hermione took it out of the box and held it, "Hello old friend," Hermione whispered as she held it. She pointed the wand to her pillow "Wingardium Leviosa," Her pillow floated to the air. "Well I still have my magic," Hermione said out loud and Crookshanks meowed. Hermione smiled at him. "You ready to go home boy," Hermione asked Crookshanks as she thought about the wizard world. Hermione went over to her trunk in her closet and went inside and grabbed her beaded bag and started putting in things that she needed. Good thing she never took the expandable charm off. Everything she shrunk neatly fitted into her bag. Hermione turned to look at the time. The clock read 6:30 in the evening. She was able to still get a room at the Leaky Caldron. Hermione grabbed her bag and Crookshanks and apperated to the Leaky Caldron.

Hermione landed outside of the Leaky Caldron, she walked in and seen Tom at the bar. He stared at her. "Well isn't Hermione Granger," he smiled. "What can I do for you?" Tom asked.

"Do you have extra rooms available?" Hermione asked.

"Yes of course love," Tom said as he went over to the wall and grabbed a set of keys. "Room 33," he smiled.

Hermione smiled at the old friend, "Thank you Tom,"

Hermione went and walked up the stairs with Crookshanks following along beside her. Hermione unlocked the door and went in, "God these rooms still look the same," Hermione laughed. As she remember staying here before her third year. She closed the door and got changed. "It's now or never, Hermione". She could hear her mum's voice rang in her head.

Hermione was scared, nervous, anxious; but scared was more like it. Hermione put on a pair of jeans and a lose neck turtle neck sweater so she didn't have to wear a coat in the spring night air. She grabbed her wand and looked at Crookshanks. "Well wish me luck," Hermione said walking to the door, and he meowed as she walked out. Hermione walked slowly down the hall to the stairs. As she reached the bottom Tom looked at her. "Going out there Hermione," said Tom.

"Yes, going to see a Friend," Hermione said as she walked out.

Hermione sat out into Daigon Alley, walking to a familiar shop she grew to know so well. When she reached her destination Weasley wizard wheeze stood in front of her. It never changed, maybe a little from the repairs from the war, but not much. There were lights on in the shop.

Hermione opened the door and walked in. Last minute costumers were leaving, a young girl had to be 18 or 19 years old came up to Hermione.

"I'm sorry but were closed," The young girl told Hermione with a smile.

"I'm looking for George Weasley," Hermione replied.

"He's up in his flat. Do you want me to get him for you?" The young girl asked.

"No I know the way," Hermione said.

"Are you a Friend of his?" the girl asked.

"Sort of," Hermione replied walking up the flat. When she got there she knocked slowly.

George went to the kitchen and put water on for tea. He heard a knock on the door and then another knock. He walked to the door thinking Cara came to give him the money from the shop. George slowly opened the door saying "Cara you could left the money in my office." But when he looked up it wasn't Cara it was an old familiar face that he longed to see. George was shocked.

"Hello George," Hermione said softly.

George just stared at her for a moment. But all came out was a shock whisper. "Hermione,"