George could feel the room spinning around him. He lost count of the shits he and Hermione had taken, but it was safe to say they were pretty well pissed.

"I am sorry" Hermione mumbled.

"Sorry about what?" George asked.

"Sorry about Ron" Hermione slurred trying to stand up but fell back onto the barstool.

George's heart seized up at the mention of his brother. Ron had been dead nor for five years and his family had done fairly well at moving on. Hermione didn't though, George thought. At that moment everything was clear. Hermione blamed herself for Ron's death. Hermione kept herself separate from the Weasley's out of guilt. "S'not your fault" George told her, placing unsteady hand on her shoulder.

"It is" Hermione insisted. "I have to go"

Hermione hopped off the barstool but wasn't upright for a few moments. George caught her before she hit the ground and she scowled at him. "What did you dot hat for?" Hermione asked, wrenching out his grasp.

"I dunno" George replied, 'I didn't want you to get hurt"

"Don't protect me" Hermione snarled, "Don't help me. I don't deserve it". Before George could reply Hermione swayed again and this time she was out cold by the time he caught her.

"Hermione, help me!" Ron cried. "Please"

Hermione ran through the dark corridors searching every room for him but to no avail. "Ron, where are you?" Hermione screamed, panic rising in her chest.

"Hermione please?' Ron begged.

She threw open the last door of the hallway and found lying in a pool of blood, coughing and sputtering. "Ron!" she cried falling to her knees beside him. "Oh, Ron!"

"Why didn't you help me?" Ron asked, 'I would have helped you."

"I tired" Hermione explained, "I tried. Ron, I am so sorry"

Ron died in her arms and she sobbed over his body. She looked up and found his family looking at her. "I am sorry" she sobbed, "I tried". No one said a word they just glared and one by one turned away from her. "Please" Hermione shouted, "Please don't hate me". But her pleas fell on deaf ears and Hermione was alone.

Hermione could feel the tears streaming down her face as she awoke. She took a deep breath trying to control the feeling of depression as she crawled out of bed. "Thank Merlin it is Saturday" Hermione mumbled as she stumbled to the shower. She stripped down and climbed into the shower.

Hermione tried her hardest to remember the events of the previous night but nothing came back. She knew she saw someone at Leaky Cauldron. Maybe that is who brought me home, Hermione thought but wasn't sure of anything. Once she was done in the shower and brushing her teeth, she wrapped a fluffy towel around herself and went back into her room.

"Oh no" Hermione cried when she saw who was in her bed. George Weasley was still asleep wrapped up in her comforter. "Oh, Merlin, no".

At that moment George stirred and then opened his eyes. "Hermione" he mumbled. The he sat upright, "Hermione?" he cried.

"Good morning" Hermione replied moving further into the room and grabbing her bathrobe. She slipped it on and let the towel drop to the floor, making sure she stayed covered the whole time.

"Good morning" George said looking under the blanket. "Yup, I am most certainly naked".

"At least now I know what happened last night," Hermione mumbled. "Silver lining, eh?"

George grinned and rubbed his temples. Hermione threw a small blue bottle, 'Hangover cure" Hermione advised him. He drank it down and smiled at her gratefully. "Thanks" he muttered as his hand hit the pillows again. Hermione threw his clothes to him.

"I am not really sure what to say" George said, voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't say anything," Hermione suggested. "George that is not the first time I found someone in my bed after a drunken night, ok. Although it is the first time my ex-lovers brother was sin my bed, but still it's the same basic thing." Hermione left George alone to put his clothes on in peace. When he was done he found her sitting in the living room reading the newspaper.

"Thanks for the hangover cure" George told her. She smiled but never looked up. H was about to leave but stopped abruptly, "Hermione" he called her name.

"Yes, George" Hermione replied.

"It was good to see you again." George told her, "I hope see you again"

She didn't say a word but nodded politely. She wiped the tears away after he left and tried to clear her head. "That was mistake," she told herself, "A big mistake. It's bad enough you killed Ron, now you are betraying him with his brother. That can never happen again."

George tried to creep in but Fred was standing in the kitchen when he apparated.

"Where have you been?" Fred asked.

"Out" George answered.

A smile spread across George's face, "You hooked up?" Fed asked.

George tried not to smile but he couldn't help it. He nodded at his twin who did a little happy dance.

"Was she hot?' Fred asked and George nodded his head again. "Wonderful, do I know her?"

George hesitated but then shook his head, "He hated lying to Fred but this couldn't get out to his family

"You going to see her again?" Fred asked.

"I don't know" George told him truthfully. "I might"