Summary: Did the last chapter leave you wondering what would happen between Hermione and George? If so please continue. If not BYE! Just kidding..But I know I mentioned Hermione being afraid to love George in the last chapter, infact I believe my exact words were "Just the thought of ever attempting a relationship with George causes me to flinch and silently cry for well over two hours,". And well, this chapter kind of explores the Hermione and George pairing...Wow this summary sucks compared to last chapter's summary. But, please enjoy, and please review. Flames are excepted, however I do prefer constructed criticism...:)

This one shot was written for: IlOvEbOoKs0913. She won the contest I had posted on my other story, You and Me Against the World. Hope you like it!

This chapter is based off of Demi Lovato's Fix a Heart. I do not own Harry Potter and I do not own the lyrics used in this story. But I really wish I did.

It's probably what's best for you
I only want the best for you
And if I'm not the best then you're stuck

I know you need someone like me to help you mature at least a little bit. It's what's best for you, and I only want the best for you. But, I'm not good enough for you. You need someone else. Someone who's not damaged goods. Someone who won't be afraid to love you. Maybe someone like Angelina. She's mature and a quidditch player. Yeah, maybe her.

I try to sever ties and I
Ended up with wounds to bind
It's like you're pouring
Salt in my cuts

When I explained to you why I couldn't go with you, you told me you understood. You told me you'd wait until I was ready. Was that all a lie? Were you just trying to persuade me at that moment? Did you think I wasn't worth the fight?

I glanced at the clock and noticed it's 10:30. Exactly one hour since you confessed your love to me. Yet, here you are sucking Katie's face off. If it was Angelina I'd understand, be a bit hurt, but I'd understand. But Katie? She's a ditz! Doesn't know anything except how to play quidditch and orgasm. H-how could you do this? How could you purposely do it? You glared at me for twenty seconds and stalked over to Katie. You've been with her for twenty whole minutes now. I guess I'm just not worth the fight.

And I just ran out of band aids
I don't even know where to start
Cause you can't bandage the damage
You never really can fix a heart

"Medicatus" The glamour charm wasn't working. How am I suppossed to go out there and pretend I'm happy if I can't even hide the fact that I've been crying? Maybe I should show you how bad you hurt me. But that won't fix my heart. Nothing truly can.

I walked down the stairs and noticed five pairs of eyes watching my every move. Harry and Ron were watching me. Ginny and Lavender were watching me. The last pair belonged to your perfect replica, Fred. Why is he watching me? Does he want to see your handy work? We stared at eachother for a minute or two and he smiled, a sad smile and looked away. I didn't even know a Weasley Twin could smile sadly. But then again, I never knew a Weasley Twin could act so cruel, yet here we are.

Even though I know what's wrong
How could I be so sure
If you never say what you feel, feel

Fred told me why you're acting so cruel towards me. All this is because I couldn't give my heart to you so easily? I find that difficult to believe. After all, how could I be so sure that's the problem if when I told you why I couldn't, you understood. Or, it seemed as though you did. What happened? Where's the boy from last friday night? Where's the loving boy I know you can be? Did he leave when I said no?

I must have held your hand so tight
You didn't have the will to fight
I guess you needed more time to heal

"Hello, Minister! Did I mention I'm resigning?"

"You're joking, Perce! You actually are joking... I don't think I've heard you joke since you were –"(All of you know what happens now, the wall crumbles):/

"Fred! Fred!"

Baby, I just ran out of band-aids
I don't even know where to start
'Cause you can't bandage the damage
You never really can fix a heart

"I know saying I'm sorry won't help you. It's hard going through this. You probably feel more alone now than ever since Fred's always been by your side. I'm not going to say it gets better because I don't know if it wil. But look at the positives, he's not dead!" (I could NOT kill Fred off).

"He's in a bloody coma!"

"But he will wake up."

"There's a 25% chance he won't."

"And a 75% chance he will." After minutes of silence I spoke up again, "I can't fix the pain in your heart and I can't make it go away. But I do know how you feel. You've lost a piece of you. It's like part of your heart was ripped out of your chest and stomped on. Believe me, I know how that feels. The pain, it won't go away until you've taken back what you lost. But unless you get it back, you never really can fix a heart."

You must be a miracle worker
Swearing up and down
You can't fix what's been broken, yeah

"I can fix this! Maybe, if I look hard enough, or question enough people I'll find a way to wake him up! There's got to be something, anything!"

"Hermione, not even you can do everything."

"But Ginny-there's got to be something! It's like we lost both of the twins!"

"W-we didn't lose any twins. Fred is in a coma and George is sitting beside him."

"Well it's like we did! If I wake him up, everything will be better!"

"Hermione you're killing youself! What's it gonna take to get you to stop?"

"I won't stop until Fred wakes up. So unless he wakes up before I leave today, nothing will stop me."

"Hermione it's madness!"

"Tell me Ginny, if it were Harry sitting beside his twin, what would you do?"

"I-I'd have stopped a long time ago."

"You know damn well you'd have gone to the same lengths I'm going to. So don't sit there and tell me I can't."

Please don't get my hopes up

"Hermione, Mione wake up."

"G-George?"

"You've got to stop this. What you're doing, could kill you. When's the last time you've eaten? When's the last time you slept?"

I didn't bother to answer any of those questions because even though the answer was the same, I knew it would dissappoint him. It had been four days since I last ate or slept. Using pep potions to keep me awake and chewing in gum anytime I felt the need to stop my research and eat.

"George, I'm doing this for you, for your family. Fred needs to wake up so everyone can be happy again. I'm just trying to help!"

"But at what cost? If you continue the way you are, you'll die. Then what? Ginny will have lost her best friend. Harry and Ron will have lost a sister. And both your parents and mine will have lost a daughter be it biologically or not."

"What does it matter? They will all eventually move on."

"And what about me? Am I supposed to just move on after the-"

"After the what?"

"How can I move on if the girl I'm in love with dies? How could you do that to me?"

"Y-you love me?"

"I love you, Hermione."

"Hermione? Mione! Wake up!"

No, no, baby, tell me how could you be so cruel?
It's like you're pouring salt on my cuts

"Ginny?"

"Who else?"

"So..George didn't come get me?"

"George is still in the hospital waiting for Fred to wake up Hermione.."

"It was just a dream?" I mumbled to myself.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." Absolutely nothing. George is still sitting next to Fred. George is still with Katie Bell. George is still ignorant of my love for him. George still hates me. George did not say he loves me. George is still the one that got away. George is still a jerk. George still won't give me the time of day. George. George. George.

Baby, I just ran out of band-aids
I don't even know where to start
'Cause you can't bandage the damage
You never really can fix my heart

Today Fred woke up. Today George kissed Katie Bell infront of me, again. Today Fred apologized, again. Today Katie Bell told me the world would be better off with out me. Today Katie Bell told me my father had been right to do those vile things he did to me. Today Katie Bell told me to kill myself. Today George laughed when Katie told me to kill myself. Today I performed a spell I perfected yesterday that made Fred woke up. Today George did not say thank you. Today I decided to kill myself. After all, what's the point in living if my heart can never be fixed?

Medicatus: Latin for Glamour