Hermione loved George for lots of reasons.
Because there was something about him that separated him from his twin; they were two parts of a whole, and she never realized how different the parts were.
Because every time she got mad about one of his 'stupid' pranks, she secretly hoped they would go through with it anyway because she needed a laugh more than anything.
Because he turned to her, expecting her to understand more than anyone else when his twin died.
"Nothing is sure anymore," he'd said.
"Except me," she'd answered.
"Except you," he'd agreed, and kissed her forehead.