Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor the songs mentioned through out this story.
A/N: This is my first George and Hermione, it was sorta a fleeting idea. I would get an idea, and then it would die. But I have "Mercy" by OneRepublic to thank for this idea. Hope you like it!
Chapter One: Hide and Seek
George had been hiding for four years. He had been hiding from his family, the rebuilding of Hogwarts, his friends, his girlfriend, and the fact that Fred was gone. He could not deal with it, and he didn't want to. His family was angry when he told them that he was going away, but he didn't know where. He didn't want them to find him. He didn't want anyone to see him so beaten and down, and deathly sick. He didn't even want anyone to look because he the was complete opposite from what he had always been; the way he always was with his better half. It just wasn't the same anymore. Nothing was. That was why he fled. He was afraid of change. It was just not welcome in his life. So, he went the only place he knew to go to get away from the inevitable change he didn't want; The United States. He was completely new to the whole adventure and he didn't know a thing. Not to mention he was all by himself. All alone in the big country across the pond. It was horrible.
"Mr. Walton?" a little voice said through the intercom on his phone in his office. George had changed his last name so that family or friends who went searching for him had a difficult time finding him. Apparently, there was a lot of people named George in the U.S. He also acted as Muggle as possible because the wizards would be able to decipher who he was quicker than the knowledgeless muggleborns.
"Yes, Miss Martin?"
"There is a lovely lady here to speak to you. Are you busy?"
"No. Not at all," George said a little concerned. He was a quiet person, who didn't talk to anybody unless it is needed. He knew no lovely lady.
"She will be right in." And the intercom on his phone went off.
George was brought out of his slight daze when his door opened. He was completely shocked to find who had opened it. He knew that curly brown hair, those big brown eyes, those pouty lips which he had dreamt he could kiss, and that killer body looking even better in the heels she had on. He was slighty proud of himself using a personal charm for changing his appearances until he did the reverse spells or he was sure that when the young lady looked at him she would cry. Cry for everything that ever happened.
"Good morning, Mr. Walton. My name is-" she started, stil looking the notes in her arms.
"Hermione Granger. I would recognize you from anywhere."
"How do you know who I am?" she asked, looking up and at him.
"I follow the news across the po- sea, Miss Granger. You are somewhat of a celebrity in the Great Brit. Though your story falls apart for about a year."
"Well, at least someone of the American sort does. Do you know why I am here?"
"Came to ask a few questions, I suppose? Get information on something you can't figure out," he guessed. He honestly had no clue why she was here, in downtown New York City.
"Yes and no. May I sit?"
"Be my guest." Hermione did not start until she was situated on the chair, her legs crossed and her notes in her lap.
"Mr. Walton. I work for a top agency in England. It is rather top secret, but I work for the newest department there. I locate missing people, people who need to be put away, found, and people who could be of great help to my society. In other words, I am looking for the missing thousand people who fled during or after a more...civil war. It has-"
"I must say I do not know what you are talking about, Miss Granger. I did not know so many people in Great Britian were missing, first of all. And secondly, are you stating that I may be someone in diguise?"
"That is exactly what I am saying."
"I- I don't know what to say."
"Are you agreeing to the statement?"
"I am not agreeing with anything, Miss Granger. Now if you will please leave, Miss Martin will gladly-"
"I make no plans on leaving without a few more things," she said matter-of-factly.
"And what may I ask are those things, Miss Granger?" George was beginning to become quite irritated and very hard, from the fact that Hermione was looking as delicious as ever.
"Have you heard of the Weasley family, Mr. Walton?" George swallowed, and rather loudly. He had not expected being brought up in the coversation, and he didn't want to hear bad news. Not right now.
"No. I have not. Are they highly important to you and your business?"
"Yes. Yes, they are. And one of them is missing. It is highly important that we find him, because he is missed greatly. And to be honest with you, I found that nothing is the same without the bloke there. Have you noticed anything rather...annoyingly funny or out of place within the area, Mr. Walton?" Hermione asked with a smirk on her face and a tear in her eye.
"No. This bloke you mentioned, do you love him?" George said, hoping Hermione would correct him and say no. It would make it much harder to stay away from his family and her much longer.
"I don't know. But, he is highly important to me. I only have one more question Mr. Walton."
"Ask away if you must, Miss Granger."
"Would you have had any reason to run away from England in the middle of a war, if not for personal safety and personal safety alone."
"No, Miss Granger."
Hermione jotted something on her notepad, quickly realizing that it was a quill and parchment tranfigured into looking like the Muggle utensils he had to learn to use.
"Thank you for your time, Mr. Walton."
Hermione turned to leave, giving George a great sight of her arse, but before he could leave, he got the Gryffindor courage he had needed to stay at the Burrow so many years ago.
"Wait! Hermione!"
"Yes, Mr. Walton?" she said rather irritated.
"Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight? I know a wonderful Italian place a few blocks from here."
"I would love to, but I am a very busy women, Mr. Walton. Why can't you ask another lady to dinner. I am sure any would willing to."
"It isn't the same. It is not like having dinner with an old friend."
"Having dinner with an old friend?"
"I might have some information I am holding out on, Miss Granger."
"I don't take bribes, Mr. Walton."
"It is not a bribe. It is chance to be happy again."
Hermione had to think about this, for he could see it in her perfectly beautiful face. The same face he had dreamt about to keep him sane throughout the last four years. Telling his girlfriend back home about that would get him killed.
"Fine. I will go to dinner with you, Mr. Walton. I will back here at six. I am guessing that is when you get off of work?"
"Indeed it is."
"Very well. Later, I suppose."
"Goodbye."
George had never been so relieved to be out of her presence, for he was about to explode. He day had gone for a weird turn, and he was sure it was about to become even weirder.
A/N: So, there is the first chapter. Sorry it is so short. I have some ideas of where to go with this story, but I don't think it is going to be as long Nightmares or Morning Love (my Dramione stories.) I hope you liked it! Please review! The fuel my brain! Reviews are like drugs to writers! I swear!