A/N: Hello there! This is my first ever story written. I don't know what inspired me, or what made me write it, but anyway here it is. Let me tell you two things first: 1) I am French Canadian, so English isn't my forte, even though I think I can hold my own; 2) George/Ron post-Battle is love (no slash, brrr... but only the brotherly relationship!). Please if you could let me know how you find it I'd really appreciate it.

Hermione P.O.V.

I woke up drenched in sweat, relieved to be in my own bed, or should I say Ginny's bed. I looked at the clock on my bedside table; 2:30AM. We'd arrived at the Burrow two days ago, and every night, it was the same thing. I went to sleep and woke up in terror before the first signs of sunlight. Every night, I dreamt about the same things. Malfoy Manor, hopeless days in the tent, death eaters torturing Harry or Ron…

I knew that trying to fall back to sleep was hopeless. I decided to head downstairs to get myself a cup of tea. I got out of bed and left Ginny's room being the most quiet that I could be. As I was heading downstairs, I heard muffled sounds coming from the twin's room. The twins… Or should I say George's room, now? It was all so difficult for the Weasleys to bear their loss. Each of them was trying to get on as they could, but I knew they each broke down from time to time.

Mrs. Weasley was trying her best to keep the family together, but she was a right mess. Every day, after dinner, she would fall to pieces in her husband's arms and would go straight to bed without a goodbye. Mr. Weasley did not get back to work. I knew how hard it was for him to be strong for Mrs. Weasley, and he did it so well. I wish I could help out more but I had my own fair share of problems to solve. While Bill and Fleur went back to Shell Cottage with Charlie to try and get back on with life, Percy brought me to the Ministry every day so I could speak to Kingsley about my parents. He was so good to me and assured that it would be taken care of while I was with the Weasley. He told me he had located them somewhere near Sydney and they were to be back in Britain by the end of the month. George was… well, he was not ok. He spent most of his time in his room, alone, refusing all contacts with the outside world. We often heard small explosions coming from his room and sometimes, we heard some sobbing. Harry and Ginny were practically joined at the hip and left for extended periods of time. Ron was not too happy about that. It made me happy, though. I figured that they both missed each other while we were gone, and they really made each other happy. Ron and I spent all our time together. I try to be there for him as much as I could, and I think he appreciates it. We did not talk about the kiss in the war, but we DO kiss a lot. It's like since it happened, we cannot keep ourselves apart. I need Ron, and I'd like to think that he needs me too. He's so much gentler now and affectionate. For example, he always takes my hand under the table at dinner, and when we sit in the living room, he sits just next to me, a bit too close for it to be all innocent. I love it to bits. I never thought it'd feel like it. Of course, I'd hoped that the kiss would bring us closer, but I'd never have thought it'd be that good. Ron talks to me about Fred. Yes, Ron-emotional-range-of-a-teaspoon-Weasley! We don't talk much about ourselves, though. As a couple, I mean. I don't really mind. It'll come in time.

So, as I was passing by George's room, I heard voices.

"…don't know what to do. I mean, what am I without him? It feels like half of me is missing…" That was George. I often wondered what I could say to him to soothe him.

"I know it's hard for you, George. I can't even begin to understand how much it hurts you, but you can count on me, mate. I won't let you down." said a soft voice. Perfect, delicate and thoughtful Ron. Who would have thought, right?

"Ron, I'm so grateful that you're here every night with me like this. Seriously, no one gets me like you do. But I mean, you've got your own things to think about now, no?"

"Yeah? Like what? What could be more important right now, than my brother who needs me? The gnomes from the garden? The Chudley Cannons? Come on George!" Ron said, a bit hurt.

"Like Hermione." was the only response. It was met with silence. An uneasy silence from what I could get. I heard the bed creak and in the shadows, I saw Ron get comfortable besides his brother.

"Ah… Well, yeah. Maybe… I mean, it's nothing official, or anything…"

"You kidding, mate? That's 7 years in the making now. I guess it makes it the world's longest courtship or something… Nothing official, pfff! What more do you need? A bloody certificate?" They laughed. Such a wonderful sound! It had been such a long time since I heard it… "Seriously, mate. Don't go wasting your time on me, here. I'll be alright. It might take a while, but I'll be alright. And that's because of you. Because my bloody git of a little brother talks to me before I go to bed and makes sure I eat and everything. I swear, you're turning into mum, more and more everyday. You should spend your nights with her, like Harry does with Ginny." Ron must have made a face, because George added, "Yeah, I know. That must surely be immoral or something. Better get used to it though. Better him than anybody else, I guess…"

"Yeah, you're right. I don't give him enough credit. He's my best mate after all. So… I mean, it's a bit strange talking to you about that… given the fact that you've always taken the piss for it… but…ehhh, what do you think of her, Hermione I mean?" Ron's voice had an edge to it, like he was waiting for George to mock him.

"Ron. I know … Fred… and I were gits to you about Hermione. But you have to admit it was so much fun! I rekon you've liked her since third year, but you've just only noticed…"

"That's not true." interrupted Ron. "I knew. Oh God, I knew all right. How could I not? I've always been attracted to her in a way. I don't know what it is. By fourth year I know it was because she's the bloody sexiest witch of all Britain, but I don't know, she's got something more, you know? When she talks to me, I can tell she's interested in what I have to say, even if she's way more brilliant than I could ever be, and even if Harry Potter is there to outshine me." I felt myself blushing at his words. He'd never tell me he found me attractive. I mean, yeah, I could tell at the Yule Ball and at Bill and Fleur's wedding that he liked how I looked, but he's never said it to me.

"To answer your question, bro, I love Hermione to pieces. Everyone does. Surely you must have seen that. Mum was devastated last year when she wasn't here for Christmas. I know she hoped she could give her a Weasley jumper because she thought you'd be together by then. Everybody thought so as well. Remember in your third year when she'd told you she had actually made her a jumper? I thought you'd burst of embarrassment. You made her swear that she wouldn't give it to her. I'm pretty sure she's kept it though, and maybe she's even made others for your bird!" He laughed at that. Ron slowly joined in. I couldn't believe it. I actually had a Christmas jumper of my own? Every year I was so jealous of Harry, that he had one and I didn't. "So, how come you say it isn't official? Haven't you two snogged or anything?"

"Well… She kissed me first, in the room of Requirements, with Harry there, no less. I thought I'd die of happiness, really. God… I'm so sappy!" Ron said, sounding shy suddenly.

"No, no continue, please. It's great to hear a happy story these days…"