AN: Hello! Ok that was weird but this is my first fic so please forgive. Also of course I would like some reviews if you possibly could. This is right now PG-13 but will end up around an R, but for now even PG-13 is a stretch. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.
By the by I don't own Harry Potter nor am I making any money off of this.
Chapter 1
As George downed another glass of bourbon he heard a laugh that was not new to his ears, yet it was somewhat foreign. He stood from his stool and walked over to where he had heard the laugh come from. What he saw was a sight for sore eyes, a woman with brown hair half pulled up and the rest cascading down her back. She wore a blue long-sleeved shirt, with a "V" neckline that plunged just enough to give a hint of cleavage. Across from her sat a man in his mid-twenties. He too was laughing. He had semi short hair that was just a tone darker that the woman's. He was wearing a black leather jacket that looked as if it had belonged to a few other owners before reaching this one. Under the jacket you could see a hint of a burgundy shirt that looked much newer than the jacket but still older than the man wearing them. He had on a pair of dark, dark jeans with simple black loafers for his shoes. As he laughed he cradled his shot glass that needed a refill of vodka.
George realized he had been staring and was about to turn away. He could not figure out who this woman was. She just seemed so familiar. He was contemplating this when he realized who it was. He turned around so fast, that his simple jean jacket looked like something that their old teacher would have worn. He cleared his throat when there had been a break in the woman and man's laughter. The woman looked up at him and smiled in a friendly way just before her face had a look of utter shock on it. She swallowed hard and with big hazel eyes looked up at him, she looked very nervous and he couldn't blame her, if it was really her it had been a long time since they had seen each other.
The woman slowly stood, all the while keeping eye contact with him. Those big hazel, questioning eyes looking at him gave George the chills. "I'm sorry to bother you but would you happen to be George Weasley?" She started speaking softly and obviously nervous, but by the end she sounded normal, confident, yet understanding. All he could do was nod his head. The shock was in her eyes but for a mere moment, the next love and joy filled up her eyes with a sparkle not many could look at without being blinded. She moved from behind the table and hugged him like her life depended on it. "George?" He held on to her tightly as he spoke her name. "Hermione." When he felt her nod her head in his shoulder, he held her like she had just saved his life. And truly, she just had.