Hermione sat on the edge of George's bed in the flat above Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, she re-read Fred's last letter for the thousandth time and her eyes were moist and her heart was heavy. Why had Fred suggested in his last letter that her and his twin brother get married? George was currently in the shower, he and Hermione had been living together since they read the letter, they weren't married. . . Yet. Hermione let tears fall onto the smooth parchment, this was truly bizarre, the whole family had said so when George and Hermione announced they were not going to be getting married. It just didn't click in Hermione's mind, and she was he brightest witch of her age.

She sat there, dampening the parchment with her tears that began to fall rapidly. She was so in love with Fred, no one, not a single soul could replace her love for him, not even his twin brother. Fred knew that. Fred definitely knew that Hermione couldn't spend her life with anyone else, but why did he say his twin brother?

Of course she and George didn't have to get married, but they both loved Fred so dearly, were they really going to disobey his last dying wish? Of course not. Hermione then folded the parchment in half and slid it back into the envelope before putting it back into her bedside table. She leaned back on the bed, and she had to have at least one kid, that was not happening anytime soon. She then heard the shower turn off, she quickly dried her tears on her sleeve, and she would not have George see her crying over his deceased brother. Twin. Other half. It felt extremely selfish to cry over someone that George was much closer to, she didn't have the heart to put him through more pain and tears than he already had to go through.

George immerged from the bathroom in a brown button down shirt and black trousers, his red hair had the illusion of being extremely bright against the colors of his clothes. Steam trailed out of the bathroom from behind him, and Hermione couldn't help but let her eyes fill with tears again as she realized how much he looked like his brother.

She got off the bed quickly and turned her back towards George.

"Do you want some dinner?" She asked in the most normal voice she could muster. She just stared out at the dark street of Diagon Alley, trying to hold her emotions in until she could just get out of George's sight.

"That would be great, thanks 'Mione." He said; she heard the bed squeak as he sat on it. She hurried out of the room and into the kitchen, where she didn't hold back, she burst into tears. She sat on the ground, the counter shielding her if George were to walk in, and cried as softly as she could, but it was extremely hard to keep everything in.

Minutes later she got up; George still was in his room. She started preparing his favorite dinner, which was the same as Fred's, spaghetti.

George sat on the bed, his damp hair curtaining his face, hot tears stung his eyes. They felt like fire when they finally rolled down his cheeks, but he wouldn't let Hermione see him cry, she'd been, and still was in love with his brother. George didn't know what it was like to be in love, so he couldn't compare Hermione's emotional pain to his, but he definitely knew she was just as much as a mess as he was. It was getting harder to hide his emotional distress from Hermione. He hung his head and let the tears fall silently for minutes to come. Hermione was still in the kitchen, she must be preparing dinner the muggle way, Fred always talked about her amazing muggle cooking. More tears fell. The thought of his brother even made him cry, the happy thoughts made everything worse. Like the time they'd escaped Hogwarts, or the time they'd first opened the shop, it was all too much for Georges mind or heart.

About two hours later dinner was ready, neither of them commented on the unnecessary time it took to prepare, mostly because both of the two had used that time to let their real emotions out.

"It tastes great Hermione." George said shoving a forkful of spaghetti in his mouth.

"Thank you." Hermione said not making eyes contact; she didn't know if she could look him in the eye, see Fred and hold it together yet.

Those two sentences were the only two things said over dinner.

Right after dinner Hermione changed into pajama's and went to bed, When George said goodnight she didn't answer, pretending to be asleep, but really tears were drenching her pillow. When Hermione didn't answer George didn't figure she was asleep, he caught on to what she was doing too quickly, and she was avoiding talking to him at all. He looked too much like Fred. Hermione couldn't handle that yet. He couldn't even look in the mirror anymore. Why would Fred want this? The question stumped him, Hermione was being tortured by George's presence, the resemblance of his deceased twin too much for her, and didn't Fred figure this was bound to happen if he'd died? What the bloody hell was he thinking? Thoughts ran through Georges head, but everything just made his heart sink lower, now was he thinking badly of his dead twin? That was just horrible, but why did he want Hermione to be so tortured? It was only their third day living together and she had only made eye contact a total of three times, and two of which were by accident.

George couldn't stand Hermione being so upset, but every time he looked at Hermione he sometimes saw characteristics of Fred she picked up, like how she twiddled her thumbs when she was bored, or how when she was clearly upset she would turn away from everyone but herself, of course Fred turned away from everyone but George, but George knew Hermione couldn't come to George with anything just yet. The way Hermione sometimes acted like Fred secretly killed George too.

Now the question of why Fred wanted this really burned in Georges' mind, all they were doing was killing each other, not physically but mentally. Did Fred want the two he loved most to suffer? No of course not, he would want them to be happy, but living together was not going to solve that. In the letter they had to have at least one kid, for Merlin's sake Fred didn't even take Hermione's virginity, did he really expect his twin to? George thought Hermione as nothing more than a sister! Was his brother's mind really that twisted? Everything suddenly dawned on George; Fred wanted George to fall in love with Hermione. But that couldn't happen. Of course not, Fred had plans to marry her and now George had to fall in love with her? What kind of crap was this? Tears started to soak Georges pillow, and eventually he fell asleep, his mind still racing.

The night went on; both of the people sleeping in the bed were crying in their sleep, the horrible sight of Fred's dead corpse was forever burned in their memories.

The morning came quickly, neither Fred nor Hermione got any more than three hours of sleep.

The two awoke at precisely the same time, 5:50 a.m. Hermione made breakfast as usual, pancakes and coffee, as George sat on the couch and read a book, Hermione noticed the book as one of Fred's favorites.

The days just crept on; Hermione didn't make intentional eye contact with George until day 30.

"Hermione." George said. They were both sitting on the bed.

"Yes?" She said, turning and looking straight into George's eyes, so similar to Fred's.

"We need to get married." He said sternly, his lips twitched slightly at the word 'married'. Wasn't it too early to be smiling? But Hermione realized she two had a very slight smile on her lips.

"Okay, when and where?" She asked.

"I don't want anything big. . . Er, unless you do?" He said in a questioning tone.

"No, I don't. I think we should just have your family." Hermione said. Tears welled in her eyes at the quick thought about her mom and dad, who didn't know who she was. A tear spilled over.

"Considering my mom and dad don't know they have a daughter." She said, George moved closer to her on the bed and put a friendly comforting arm around her.

"My families big enough to share." He said, Hermione thought she saw his eyes shine, because now his family was one short.

Hermione rested her head on George's shoulder and he rubbed her back gently.

"So it's settled, we will be getting married. How about Tuesday?" George said in a slightly humorous tone, Hermione smiled, the sentence sounded funny to her. But the smile instantly faded, the reason of the marriage occurred to her again.

"Sure." Hermione said, George saw that her eyes were still glistening with tears, and he continued to rub her back, she eventually fell asleep on the bed, checking the time he realized it was only 6:30 p.m. George covered Hermione in a blanket and went to go make the both of them dinner, she didn't anymore troubles tonight.

Hermione awoke to her pillow once again cold at wet, but this time, she couldn't feel George's presence next to her. She got up carefully and wandered into the main room then into the kitchen, to find George standing over the stove, stirring something in a pot.

"George?" Hermione asked. He looked up at her and smiled.

"You're up." He said, you could tell the smile was strained.

"Yeah, I would have made dinner don't worry—" She began, George cut her off.

"Hermione, you've had enough worries tonight, I took care of it, and I even tried to make—" George peered at the cookbook in front of him"— Macaroni and Cheese."

"That's very sweet of you George." She said, walking over and taking the spoon from him and beginning to stir.

"But I think I got it from here." Hermione finished, George gave a sigh of relief and walked over to the couch.

This is going to be an interesting marriage Hermione thought stirring the macaroni nonchalantly staring blankly at the knobs on the stove.