Chapter 2
Hermione stood there in tears when George whispered her name. He hurries and grabs her and hugs her tightly.
"Oh Hermione," George forced his voice when Hermione just fell apart in his hold.
"George," she sobbed.
George couldn't believe that she was here in his arms after five years. He finally got over the shock and cried along with her. He withdrew himself away from her and took her face into his hands.
"I've been so worried about you. Where have you been? We tried to find you. Why did you leave?" George asked Hermione impatiently.
"I went to find my parents, it took me six months to track them down, and then my parents wouldn't let me out of their sights. My father got sick with cancer a year later, so I've spent time that I have missed with him. He passed this pass fall, plus I had some affairs to attend too, I'm so sorry George," Hermione sobbed.
"Don't ever do that to me again, I was scared to death. I thought someone kidnapped you, I even thought you were dead, I missed you so much, I love you Hermione, please next time write me and let me know." George told Hermione as he pulled her into another hug.
"You still love me?" Hermione asked as she pulled away search his eyes.
"I never stopped," George whispered.
Hermione couldn't say it back. With everything that she hid from him she didn't have the heart too. She just leaped back into his arms and cried. Moments later George pulls Hermione into the flat. He walks into the kitchen with her hand still in his. He brought her over to the table.
"Please sit, would you like a cup of tea?" George asked.
"Yes please, thank you," Hermione replied as she sat down.
George went and pulled out two cups and poured the tea in the cup. He came over to the table after preparing the tea and sat one gently in front of Hermione as he sat his down and sat in front of her. To break the silence Hermione started to speak.
"So how you been George?" Hermione questioned.
"I guess okay, u?" He asked.
"Great," Hermione smiled.
"So how is everyone?" Hermione asked about the family.
"Great, Harry and Ginny got married, and have two boys James and Albus. Ron married Lavender; they have a daughter Rose and a son Hugo. Charlie never married; still love his dragons I guess. Percy married a girl named Audrey; they have two girls Molly and Lucy. Bill and Fleur have two girls Victorie and Domoniqe and one on the way, Dad retired from the ministry and him and mum enjoying the life of an empty house and their grandchildren," George told Hermione about everyone's lives.
"Wow, Ron and Lavender; I thought he couldn't stand her," Hermione recalled of the memory.
"We all thought that too, but one day he just spoke out, and said he was marrying Lavender," George said.
"I guess things change," Hermione smiled weakly.
"I guess, so what about you? What have you been doing for the past five year?" George asked.
"Well I've become a lawyer, helped my mum took care of my dad, and ….um…"
"Um….what." George asked.
"I have a daughter," Hermione said nervously.
George felt a knife struck him in the heart, "So you're married then?"
"No,"
"Is the father involved in her life?" George asked.
"No he doesn't know," Hermione said softly.
"Did he hurt you?" George asked.
"No he never hurt me, I never told him" Hermione said as a tear fell.
"Why?"
"Well he had enough to deal with at the time,"
"Had enough to deal with; Hermione you were pregnant, he deserved to know,"
"I know," Hermione paced herself for the blow. "That's why I'm telling him."
"Telling him, what?" George asked confused.
Hermione went into her purse and took out a picture out handed it to him. George took the picture of the little girl.
"She five, her name is Georgiana,"
George stared at the picture she had curly ginger hair and baby blue eyes, she looked just like him. George looked up at Hermione. "You mean I'm the father?" George asked.
"Yes, George I'm so sorry," Hermione cried.
"I'm a Father," George said with shock. What's her full name?" George asked.
"Georgiana Winifred Weasley" Hermione told George their daughter's full name.
"Hermione was you pregnant during the war?" George asked with tense.
"Yes, But I didn't find out until a week after I left," Hermione said.
"How far along?" George asked slight angry.
"Nine weeks," Hermione said as she looked down at the table.
"Dammit Hermione," George said as he pound his fist on the table. "You could have been hurt, you could have lost her," George said hotly.
"I know that George," Hermione argued.
"Plus you couldn't even told me, I've missed 5 god damn years of MY daughter's life, First steps, first words, do you know how much that HURTS," George yelled.
"I'VE NEVER EVEN GOT TO HOLD HER, HELD HER PREICOUS TINY HAND, HELD HER WHEN SHE CRIED; YOU TOOK THAT ALL AWAY FROM ME," George yelled in anger.
"I'm sorry George," Hermione sobbed.
"So am I, Get out Hermione, I can't even look at you right now," George said defeated.
Hermione apperated out of George's flat. George just sat there and cried. Hermione apperated back to her room and sat on the bed and cried her heart out. George didn't know what to do; all he thought about was how Hermione do this to him? That he had enough to deal with at the time? Then it hit him Fred. She did that because of Fred. He probably wouldn't of been much help at that time. But she could of still let him know though, but maybe it was for the best at the time, he was a right mess, he wasn't even working with the shop. All he thought about at the time that he wished he died too. George realized that he was a down right git to Hermione. He had to apologize to her but how? she probably packing her things and leaving. George had to stop her, so he got up and went to the only place that she could be staying at right now would be the Leaky Caldron.
