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Author's Note: This story is written by Hpfan259 and a girl who currently wishes to remain unnamed. The anonymous girl writes from George's point of view (because she loves to write from the twins' point of view) and some of the secondary characters. Hpfan259 writes from Hermione's point of view because it was basically the only other main character. Lastly, reviews are welcome and enjoy the story!

The survivors of the final battle stared down at the corps, lain down so neatly side by side

The survivors of the final battle stared down at the corps, lain down so neatly side by side. For George, however, only one body mattered.
"No." George uttered, pale and shaking, "No, no, no! Fred!" He bent down and shook his twin, as if this could wake him. "YOU IDIOT! HOW COULD YOU LEAVE WITHOUT ME? WE WERE BORN TOGETHER! HOW MUCH SENSE DOES IT MAKE FOR YOU TO DIE FIRST? FRED, YOU BLOODY MORON!" George began landing angry punches on his brother's chest, muttering furiously.
"George!" Mrs. Weasley sobbed, "Honey, stop it! STOP IT!" She watched, tearstreaked as Bill and Charlie pulled a hysteric George away.
George buried his face in his hands, muffling the tears as the portraits of past headmasters clucked sympathetically. The adults were outside, discussing while he was in the Headmaster's office, trying to calm himself down.
"My dear boy, for who those have passed on, do not weep in sorrow, but weep in joy, for he has passed into a world of no pain or worries." Dumbledore looked wisely over his half-moon glasses.

"What do you know?" George muttered bitterly to the deceased Headmaster, "You haven't lost a twin! Besides, you're only a stupid picture!"
"Death is but another part of the circle of life."
"Shut up."
Dumbledore, respecting George's feelings, became silent as he surveyed the boy. It hurt to see the once lively prankster mourn in such a way.
Creak Geroge heard the door open.
"Go away, I want to be alone!" George yelled without looking back to see who it was.
"George?" He heard a cautious feminine voice pronounce his name, "I just wanted to see if you're okay."
He whipped around to find Hermione walking towards him hesitantly, "I'm really sorry about Fred."
"No one understands," He turned away from her, "No one understands how it feels to lose half of you, to lose the one who had been closest to you ever since you were born. We were in our mother's WOMB together, for Merlin's sake!"
"I understand, George." Hermione whispered, "The memory charm I put on my parents... It was too strong. They don't even realize they have a daughter." A tear leaked out from her eye, "I..." Her voice cracked, "Oh George!" She threw her arms around him and sobbed into his shoulder. George patted her shoulder awkwardly. He never thought a girl like Hermione, a girl as tough as nails, would be able to cry like this.
"Sorry, Hermione."
"No, you needn't be sorry for me. We're both equals in this great loss." Hermione looked up and kissed him lightly on the cheek, "We'll get through this together, George." She got up, smiled a shaky smile and walked out.

Hermione walked over to the common room and sat there crying, for Fred, for George, and for all the other deaths that had been in this castle. Hermione knew how George felt, and she couldn't feel worse that it was his own twin brother. She sat there, and watched as other people came and went, but didn't see George yet.

George sat in the Headmaster office slightly numb, gently touching the spot on his cheek where Hermione's lips had been only seconds before.
"Well, well. Young love, eh?" Phineas Nigellus Black snickered.
George ignored him, and smiled his first smile since finding out Fred was dead. Sure, it was a wobbly smile, but it was a start. Hermione's last words echoed in his head, ""We'll get through this together, George." Yes , George thought, We will get through this together, Hermione. Brushing his hand across the place where Hermione kissed him for one last measure, he got up and headed for the door, You can do this, George Weasley!
Albus Dumbledore nodded approvingly, watching the young man straighten his shoulders and walk out.

Hermione grabbed another tissue, and dabbed her eyes with it. She was done crying for the most part, but she still had something in her she didn't understand. It was as though for the first time, George and Hermione understood each other. They no longer were fighting or criticizing each other. It felt like they could actually be friends, disregarding the part that they loved to make fun of each other during past times.

George walked up to the Portrait of the Fat Lady, guarding the Gryffindor entrance, "Erm... I don't know the password." George grumbled.
The Fat Lady waved her handkerchief, "Oh never mind that. We must celebrate the defeat of You-know-who!" She swung open for George. George held down the urge to yell at her, asking her if she'd even thought about the people who had died in this tragic battle. He stepped into the common room, and found his eyes being drawn to a curly haired brunette sitting by the fire, sniffling. Not knowing why, his heart began to race as he stepped towards her. Relax, George! You've known her for so many years! Why are you panicking now? His heart began to pound faster, Okay, maybe it's just the shock of Fred's death.

Hermione turned around at the sound of the footsteps, and smiled. George was back, but she just felt bad for him. Standing up, she put her arms around him, and almost fell asleep on the spot. It has been an exhausting day, but she knew that George needed someone right now. That someone would have been Fred, but he's dead.

George was startled when Hermione enveloped him in a hug. His heart almost thudded out of his chest as he stiffly lifted his arms and placed them around her. Hermione sighed softly looked up at George. He stared into her brown eyes, glittering with unshed tears. Their eyes met for a few seconds before Hermione put her head against his chest.
"Hermione? I think... I mean, I might be falling for you." George closed his eyes, waiting for her reply. When he received none, he looked down at the girl in his arms. She was slumped against him, her breathing nice and even. George realized that Hermione had fallen asleep on him. He smiled, bent down, slipped his arm behind her legs and neck, carrying her to his dormitory to tuck her in for bed. He had considered going to the girl's dorm, but the charm put on it, forbidding boys to go up would be too much trouble.

Hermione woke up an hour later, and took her a bit to study her surroundings and figure out where she was. She sat up, and looked around. Had she fallen asleep on George? Speaking of George, where did he go? Her question was answered when she heard a light snore coming beneath her. Crawling to the edge of the bed, she noticed George lying on the floor, sleeping. She looked around once more and saw his Quidditch uniform, along with his broom, alongside the bed. So she now concluded the following. George was asleep on the floor, and the reason for that is that she was in his bed. Making sense, right? But something was wrong, and that was because George was on the floor. Getting up, Hermione walked over to George, and shook him gently.

"George…wake up"

"Mom, five more minutes!" He moaned, swatting away the offending hand. He heard a girlish giggle that his mother could not possibly have uttered and opened his eyes groggily. He saw the outline of a girl with messy, curly hair. "Hermione? It's like," He glanced at his clock, "One in the morning! What in the Wizarding World are you doing up?"

"Well, I'm not tired anymore…and you're getting the bed" Hermione said, pulling at his hand. He was too heavy to lift, so she stood there, cross arms.

"Another better question is 'What in the Wizarding World are you doing down there'?

"Oh in Merlin's name!" George closed his eyes, "You woke me up at one in the morning to tell me to get on the bed?" He groaned, "I'm going back to sleep, 'Mione. You do anything you want with the bed." My God, George thought, If there's one weird witch out there, it's Hermione Granger. Within the next minute, despite Hermione's insisting, George was sound asleep.

Hermione rolled her eyes, and got back into bed. She wondered if he had anything to read, so she opened his nightstand, and found a book. It seemed to be more of a scrapbook and she was right. She looked and saw cute pictures of Fred and George when they were born, and up to present time. She started from the beginning, and tears gathered in her eyes as she saw the two brothers playing with each other. That seemed to be every picture, both of them together.

George shifted in his position on the floor, trying to figure out his dream. He was traveling in a misty haze, trying to find the girl who was weeping in the distance. He could hear her stifled sobs and could picture the way her sad brown eyes would leak giant tears. Brown eyes? His dream shifted to be of a beautiful girl with flowing curly hair and sad brown eyes. He wanted to go up to her, to go kiss her. As he gazed at her, he was startled to see that she was the crying girl, her cheeks glistening with tears. He walked close to her, and reached out a hand to wipe the tears away. Just as his hand was inches away from her soft skin, a scream woke him up from the dream. His eyes flew open, and he found himself sitting on his bed, across from Hermione, one hand reaching towards the face.
"Oops." That was the only word he could think to say at the time.

Hermione sat there, her jaw open. All of the sudden, without realizing what she was doing, her lips were on George's, her arms around his neck. It was as though her inner self took over, and her common sense was put away for later check up. She pulled him closer to her, her back against the headboard of the bed. Hermione didn't realize that she was doing this on a bed, one of the worse places to start this.

George's mouth dropped open. Hermione took that as a chance to let her tongue reach in. Surprised, he began to pull back. But Hermione's arms tightened around his neck, locking him in place, her tongue roaming around his open mouth, demanding a response. Once the initial shock wore off, George closed his eyes and began to have a nice match of tongue wrestling with Hermione. She ran her hands up and down his back, sending shivers of delight through George. He responded by running his hands through her thick hair, enjoying the silky feeling through his fingers. She smells so good! George couldn't help but think, For that matter, she tastes good too. His taste buds loved the mint lingering on Hermione's small tongue, probably from gum she had chewed. Hermione let out a soft moan and clutched George tighter. After what seemed like a lifetime, they parted, breathing heavily. "Hermione, that was... amazing!" George panted.

Hermione nodded, out of breath. She wanted more of George, without going too far. She pushed him back on the bed, and got on top of him, giving him another kiss. She knew that this was the furthest she was going go, and this was actually a pretty good spot for her. Slipping her tongue during the kiss, she closed her eyes, sliding her fingers through his hair. It felt light and soft, her senses liking it.

George's response was immediate this time. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her down onto him. Her body molded perfectly into his. His hands ached to explore her body, but he didn't want to take this too far. Or, he didn't plan to take this too far, but Hermione tore her mouth away from his and teasingly nibbled his ear. George couldn't stand it no more, and he began to fumble with the buttons of his robe, all sanity lost, forgetting that it was Hermione Granger he was dealing with. Suddenly, Hermione pushed herself off him.

"George…not that far…"Hermione said, biting her lip. She wanted to go far with him, but she knew she would regret it later. She had to have the promise that George won't go that far, and then she would resume kissing him.

"Sorry, 'Mione." George's voice was husky, "Just... I only have one ear now and it's sensitive. Things like nibbling it kicks my hormones into overdrive." He winked at her, "Shall we resume or is this enough? I mean, it's your choice." He shrugged. The motion caused his unbuttoned robe to open up some more. He saw Hermione's eyes travel down his well built chest. Blushing slightly, he hurriedly buttoned himself up.

"Let's go somewhere more private…I don't want to catch myself on a bed with you kissing" she said embarrassed, slowly getting off the bed.

"A more private area?" The first thing that popped into his head was the Room of Requirement, but he remembered briefly walking past the adults, hearing that they planned to use it to keep the bodies until funeral arrangements could be made. He didn't exactly want to start snogging Hermione among dead people. His mischievous mind began working again, as he thought of the perfect place, where they were going to be relatively undisturbed and untroubled. Taking Hermione's hand, he assured her, "I know a place that's just right." Leading her down a flight of stairs, he arrived in front of the ideal spot-- Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom.

Hermione stared at it in disbelief, but George was actually right. This was a perfect place for privacy.

Hermione nodded, and rolled her eyes. George sometimes was thinking in a weird way, but it made sense a bit.

Pushing the door open, he motioned for Hermione to go in, "Ladies first."
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" George looked up at Myrtle, floating above them, apparently very cranky.
"Aw, shut up." George placed a silencing charm on her with a flick of his wand and her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, but no sound came out, "Thank you."
Turning to Hermione, he winked, "You know I'm a genius and you love me for it." Without waiting for her reply, he hungrily pressed her against a wall, grinning devilishly, "Let us resume." He brought his lips to hers, his muscled body pushed softly against Hermione's.

Hermione closed her eyes, and put her arms his neck, embracing them even closer. Moaning slightly, she slid her fingernails down his back, which easily created a pleasurable feeling within George, causing him to put his arms around her waist, pushing her even closer to his body. She was going to stop when George pushed her waist closer to his, but she understood that it wasn't his main goal to do that. Feeling his tongue, she let him through, and slid her tongue with his, moving in perfect harmony.

George groaned in pleasure as Hermione subconsciously pressed gently against his groin. He dug his fingers deeper into her hair, thoroughly tangling it, but he could feel enjoyable shivers run down Hermione's spine. She abruptly backed away, with a very un-Hermione-like mischievous grin. Moving forward again, she pulled off his shirt with flourish, her eyes feasting upon his broad shoulders and distinct eight-pack. Giggling slightly, she threw herself back onto George and continued on from where she left off. George rubbed her back as she slid her sweaty hands over his shoulders and onto his bare chest.

Hermione slid her hands down his chest, still kissing him. It felt so right as if they were always meant for each other. Their noses touched each other, and they took in their deep breaths at the same time.

"I love you George" she said, putting her arms on his face.

"I love you too," George replied, and for the first time in his life, he meant it. His breath was ragged as he allowed Hermione to kiss his face repeatedly, her hands holding his head lightly. He brought his lips to hers, and he slid them down onto her neck, resting there for a second before going back up and rubbing his nose playfully against hers. He placed his hand on her back and bent forward, causing Hermione to bend at the waist, back. Her hair brushed against the ground, and she let out an odd throaty chuckle as she brought her head forward and kissed George passionately. Perhaps if it had been two other people, the position may have seemed awkward, but when it came to George and Hermione, it looked like water against glass, fitting perfectly against one another.

Hermione grabbed George's butt and pushed it closer to her.

"I want you George…I've always did" she said, meaning it in both terms. She meant it in a term she never though she would say to him. She 'wanted' him alright, and she was getting some of it already. Yes, you've thought what's Hermione thinking. She pushed herself against the wall behind her, pulling George closer to her by his waist.

George grinned and placed his hand on Hermione's waist as she drew him in a passionate kiss. George, conscious of Hermione's limits, cautiously placed his hand on her backside. Hearing her moan in pleasure, he gave his hands free reign, running them all over her body. Even so, he was rather startled when Hermione breathlessly unbuttoned her shirt, tore it off, and began working on his trousers. George held her hand hesitantly, then thought, Oh bloody Hell, it's just one time. Nothing's going to happen. He let go of Hermione's hand and allowed her to complete what she had started.

ONE MONTH LATER

Hermione became nervous. It has been a month and 2 weeks since her last period, and the night of her 'fun' with George kept flashing back. Even though she was already out of Hogwarts and in the burrow, she still felt nervous. The funeral for Fred and Lupin & Tonks were past, so everybody started settling down. But for her, it has been a nerve-wracking experience. Was she actually pregnant? She couldn't believe that she did it with George. Pacing up and down, she waited for the pregnancy test to be complete. Checking her watch, she saw it was about time to check if it was positive or negative. If it's red, it's positive. Blue- negative.

Walking up to the stick, she raised it and stared at it in shock.

Red.

She dropped the stick, and ran to Harry's bedroom, suprising him to death as he was staring out the window, whistling to a tune.

"Harry, Major problem"

"What is it, Herms?" Harry and Hermione were extremely close, like brother and sister. Seeing the panicked look on Hermione's face, Harry's features were clouded with worry.
"I'm pregnant."
Harry had expected almost anything, but that. His mouth dropped open with shock. "B...but, 'Mione, you're a virgin!"
"Not quite." Hermione grimaced as she explained, "I... er... George and I..."
Harry's eyes bulged out, "George? As in George Weasley? As in the guy that you've hated for his pranks and jokes since the beginning of time?" As unpredictable Hermione was, this was just ridiculous. Hermione nodded, her lip trembling as tears began to roll down her cheeks.
"Herms, it'll be okay." Harry got up and put his arm around her shoulder, "Shhh, shhh. It'll be all fine, I'll help you get through this. Let's go tell George first."

"I am so stupid Harry…I just…I have no idea what made me want to have sex with him…I mean…Moanin' Myrtle's Bathroom!!" Hermione shook her head, letting out a sob. She looked down at her stomach, and it seemed perfectly fine. No bump, just as flat as it was before. She took hold of Harry's hand, squeezing it hard when she thought of how stupid she was.

George paced back and forth in his room. It had been weeks since the "incident" between Hermione and him. He hadn't been able to sleep well since. Hermione avoided him like the plague and every time he wanted to talk to her about it, she would quickly avert her eyes and mutter a lame excuse to get away from him. Inside, he knew that he wanted her. No, he needed her. He needed the feel of her lips against his, the feel of her body on his, passionately running her hands over him. So what if it was in Myrtle's bathroom? He'd gladly dunk his head in one of the toilets if it was for Hermione. It had taken some convincing to get Myrtle to keep her mouth shut about the night, and in the end, it had taken Hermione's clever memory charm to shut Myrtle up. He grinned, chuckling. Hermione was so smart, so clever...
"George?"
His head snapped towards his doorway. Speaking of the devil... He thought, his eyes running over Hermione's clothed figure, blushing as he remembered that just weeks before, she had revealed herself to him.

Hermione turned even more red, and then pushed Harry back out the door, breathing in and out heavily.

"Harry, I can't do this…you and Ron have to be here…I'll be in with George, and you quickly explain to Ron what happened, and then get him and you over in the room with me and George. Okay?"

As Harry went out to find Ron, Hermione entered the room with George, biting her lip.

"I'll explain in a bit…" Hermione said, looking anywhere but George.

"What is it dear?" Harry swore silently as Mrs. Weasley asked, out of concern.
"Nothing really, Mrs. Weasley," Trying as hard as he could to force a reassuring grin, "Boy stuff. I found the most awesome broomstick in the magazine."
"Oh, that's nice, dear. Although I don't want you to get it for Ron!" Mrs. Weasley replied, "I won't accept it and I know he won't either." She glowered at her son.
"Yes m'am!" Harry immediately grabbed Ron by his shoulders and pushed him towards the stairs.
Once out of reach of the crowd's ears, he muttered to Ron, "Hermione's pregnant with George's child and she needs moral support in telling him."
"Hermione and... George?" Ron sputtered, "What?"
"Just forget about it now and be a good friend!" Harry opened the door of George's room and shoved Ron in, following.

Hermione saw them enter, and breathed in one more time. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she stood up, and looked at George.

"George…I'm……I am……….p…pregnant" she finally spit out, closing her eyes, bowing down her head. She felt like running out of the room, crying, but knew that sooner or later they would have to talk about this in private. She hoped that he would talk to her in private today, especially when she's crying, but another thought popped into her head. They had to tell Mrs. Weasley, but that was for another day.

Although George had thought that, by the way things were going, nothing could surprise him, this hit him full force in the face as SURPRISE! He staggered a little, dropping down onto his bed.
"Are... are you sure?" But he didn't need an answer. He could tell from the expression on her face. Behind her, Ron's jaw had dropped open, revealing some freshly chewed breakfast. Harry looked grim. He wished that one of them would suddenly jump out and yell "JUST KIDDING!"
"I... You... It was only once!" George shook his head, "I thought... it... we...!" He gave up on trying to talk and resolved to bury his head in his hands.

She turned toward Harry and Ron.

"Can you give us a minute?" she asked, tears in her eyes.

Harry nodded, a sympathetic look on his face. "Come on, mate." He dragged Ron out the door, leaving Hermione and George to themselves.

Hermione walked over next to George, and sat next to him, her arms gently placed on his back.

"I'm sorry George…it's my fault. I'm the one that kissed you in the first place…it's…" she said, a tear rolling down her eye. She felt so bad that George had to be a part of this too, and that George's future was at the stake because of what was currently inside Hermione.

"What in Merlin's name are you bloody talking about?" George grinned his Weasley-Twin grin, trying to sound more sure of himself than he really felt.

"It's my fault. I kissed you, and almost gave you no choice but to do it with me" she said, folding her hands on her lap.

"Hermione dear?" George stared at her, "I believe the correct term is sexually active." He laughed as Hermione's mouth dropped open.
"How can you think of things like that during times like this?"
"I'm just trying to lighten up the mood, 'Mione, honestly." George winked at her, "And seriously, it's no problem. It's not like you put your wand to my chest and said if I didn't cooperate with you, you'd kill me." He covered Hermione's small hand with his, "We'll work this out."

"Okay…er…should we tell your Mum now?" Hermione asked, smiling that George was pretty calm about this. If this was Ron that she was saying this too, he probably would have passed out and run and scream, but George had his 'coolness' within him, even at times like this. She leaned against his shoulder, and imagined that roughly in nine months, she would feel her baby kicking inside her womb, causing her pain but also pleasure that it's her child.

"Sure, if you want both of us and our child demolished." George paled, "Of course not now! We'll tell her at lunch, where there will be Bill, Charlie, Ginny, Ron, Luna, Harry, Dad, and Fleur witnessing. Most likely at least one of them would be able to protect us from my mom's murderous fury. Although," He added as an amused afterthought, "Bill and Fleur; Ron and Luna will probably be too busy casting googly eyes at each other to notice Mom about to blast our heads off with her wand." George placed his arm around Hermione's shoulder and kissed her gently on the forehead.
"Did I mention? I bloody love you, Hermione."

"I love you too Fred, but I'm nervous. I don't want your Mum to hate us" she said in a desperate voice, tears gathering in her eyes again. Clearly, she was very emotional about this, and reality hasn't hit her yet that a living being is inside her.

"Baby, it's okay." George patted Hermione's back awkwardly. He wasn't one who could handle crying girls really well. That was Fred's job. Fred. It hit him with a pang. All this time fussing over Hermione, he had forgotten about his own twin. I'm sorry, Forge, he thought to himself, Hey, if you're somewhere up there, can you please tell God to make sure this baby comes safe and sound. He squeezed Hermione's shoulder, allowing her to sob against him.

Hermione cried a bit on George's until lunch time came, her worse fears.

"Can you hold my hand the whole time?" she asked like a child, giving George a kiss on the cheek.

George nodded, and they got up, and headed downstairs, and outside where many people were having their own conversations. Mrs. Weasley was talking to Harry when Hermione and George sat next to her, greeted by Mrs. Weasley's warm smile. Harry and Ron looked at them like they were aliens, but she ignored it.

"Uh…Mrs. Weasley…we have something to tell you"

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