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Ok, first things first: Over 40 people read my story in the last 24 hours, but not ONE measly review? Seriousally guys, that is down right RUDE

I always read and review! and you should too!

That being said, this story will NOT Be updated untill i reach 6 reviews on EACH CHAPTER so far.
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~ Living the life he would want us to lead ~

"Life is too short..... make fun of it!"
- Heather Douglas (Australian Poet).

Chapter 2 – As a door closes, a window opens.

For two weeks now Hermione Granger has "belonged". She has a room, a place at a dining table, a family that loves her and see's her as one of her own. She's had doctors to help her, and old teachers to fall back on. But to her nothing seems right.

To her, it feels like something is missing. And though she has seen the grave, and said goodbye to one of the "Wheezes", she still hasn't seen the other. It is this other "Wheeze" that has her on edge, looking round every corner, waiting apprehensively for him to appear.

The night before had not lent much sleep to Ms Granger – her memories constantly reminding her of the memorial taking place in just over 30 hours. She finally fell into truly restful sleep well after dawn, only to be jolted awake by a loud, venomous voice two floors below her.

Hermione left her room and began to creep down to the source of the racket. She finally started to understand the abuse being hurled when she reached the corridor leading to Fred&Geo... SORRY... George's room.

"You pitiful excuse for a wizard, do you even care? Answer me DAMMIT!"

The silence lasted only seconds.

"Merlin, react you prick! Wake up and smell the Nose-Bleed Nougat, you inbred mutated bastard! I'm leaving you George and there is nothing you can do to stop me"

The Weasley's houseguest could see the action through the gap between door and jamb. Though she could discern the svelte cut of Angelina (her hand locked firmly in Lee Jordon's tan one) the only sign of Molly's fifth son was a flash of ginger hair in between pillow and eiderdown.

"For Godric's sake George, so he's dead, GET OVER IT!! I refuse to tie myself down to an emotional cripple who sits in his room all day, hiding from the reality that his life is flushing down the floo!"

"Angi, that enough..."

"No, its not enough", the Gryffindor girl screamed. "I've had it from here to Atlantis! George you better listen to me, and listen good."

Hermione waited. Jesus, after all that screaming there had to be a good explanation of the older girls disgraceful behaviour.

The upset young woman's voice was softer now, feather like, like speaking to a distraught child. "George, I loved you once, but I cant take it anymore. Its like I'm single again, but I can't go out cause everyone knows your still here....And with working with Lee at WWW all the time, trying to keep it afloat.......... We're in love George. Have been for over eight months now"

The covers rustled, sliding over the last patch of visible hair and taking it from sight.

"I love him more then I've loved anyone, my cousins, my parents..... Even you.
I....I'm sorry George. I'm leaving you and........ I'm leaving here."

Tears could be heard from the once-twins bed room, then a bang as the door swung hard against the wall, as Miss Johnson fled, racing down the rickety stairs, and absconding herself in the Weasley's back field.

"Look man, I'm...I'm really sorry... It just happened, you know?......... She was hot and she was there and............ Look, I'll spare you the details, but we're leaving Britain, George. Moving out to the Colonies straight after the memorial tomorrow. Too many of us are haunted by our memories here George. Especially you."

With that the best announcer Hogwarts had ever heard left his friends bedroom for the last time, joining his lady in the field, taking no time to whisk her away with a not-so-loud "plop".

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She didn't know how long she had sat there, just staring at the dust bunny outside the entrance to the twins abode, but she finally untangled herself from her spot on the floor and lightly padded over to the door.

"......G...."

Speak? She didn't dare. What if he was upset? Asleep? She didn't want to wake him, or upset him more.

But, as the curtains blew in the mid-spring wind, the sunlight shone on the mass of blankets, showing the movements that only be caused by a young man trying to control the silenced, but gasping, weeping sobs escaping his body.

Hermione walked forward, breaking the silencing charms field, to find him screaming though the highest pain.

"Fred... DON'T leave me....PLEASE...... I'm sorry...... FRED!!!!!!!

Distraught for her friend, and feeling the pain and anguish of his loss, she threw back the covers and hugged him tightly, fighting against his tears to soothe his heartache, and calm his mind.

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Hours later, as the moon rose, Molly discovered the two of them still curled up in the bed. Against her better judgement she left them there. It was a first – no one had been able to touch George since his brothers death .

Maybe", she thought. "just maybe, Hermione ,might be the one to pull my son around".

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