A/N: Hello! I've been very busy these past months... Writing, re-writing, editing, altering, all that sort of stuff. I've written the outlines for all my stories and typed up two more chapters for Dream Sequence but they haven't been posted because they are not perfect in length, plot, or anything so they will be up when they are done having surgery... Here's one out patient for you though... I do so love my plot twists! Enjoy! Review! Please?


"Ello Hermione!" an exasperated Ron welcomed upon opening the Burrow's front door. "Been wondering when you'd come back to get your little one." He joked.

" I felt like leaving him here for an extra three days but, these past four hours have just been dreadful you know." She stepped inside the disorganized house, brushing the snow off her jacket. "Where is he?" she said leaning in to give him a hug.

"Napping, ate lunch about an hour ago and now he's fast asleep on a Fred/George bed using George's stomach as a pillow. He's adorable Hermione." Ron explained walking her to the living room.

"Hermione!" Fred and George enthusiastically whispered in unison. The twins were stretched out on the floor, George's head at Fred's feet, with the blond three year old strewn across their abdomens.

"Maybe I should just leave him here?" She questioned looking at the three of them, a smirk on her face.

"No!" they all whispered with distinction. Ron began to shake his head back and forth energetically.

Hermione giggled slightly. "Then you had best wake him, we need to get going or we'll miss our train." She explained, sitting down on the couch. Fred and George exchanged fretful looks then looked at the toddler. Peacefully, he slumbered. His chest moved slightly with every breath, his arms lying by his head on either side.

"Maybe you two should stay for the night, yea?" Fred suggested. "You can have my room." Slowly he attempted to scoot out from under Adrian.

Upon Fred's movement, the toddler twisted violently and began to curl into the fetal position on George. George held back a laugh, taking Adrian into his arms like an infant and placing him over his shoulder while supporting his back. He closed his eyes tightly and held the boy close to him, as if Adrian were his own.

" We couldn't. We actually can't even stay in England very long. Australia is next on our list; we are on our way to visiting my parents. They never even knew I was pregnant." Hermione's eyes became wet as she stroked her son's curls. He inhaled sharply and tossed his head the other direction. Steel gray eyes opened to greet her, each twinkling brightly.

"Hey you" Hermione said lightly, touching him gently on the nose. Adrian tightened his arms around George's neck and buried his face into the Weasley embroidered shirt, giggling.

" 'Ello lady." He mumbled back. They greeted each other this way every time he woke up. Adrian stopped using George's shoulder as a hiding place and turned to reach for his mother. She took him gently and gave him a hug.

"You ready to go or do you want to stay here for the night?" She asked him kissing his ear.

"Stay!" He said enthusiastically, squirming to be let down. Hermione set him down and he ran off into another room.

"I've got it." Ron mumbled, jogging after Adrian who was shrieking excitedly from down the hall.

"I'm gonna go floo mum and see if she's cooking tonight." Fred announced, starting to leave the room.

"Where is Molly?" Hermione asked having noticed the woman's absence. It was unlike her to be missing from the Burrow.

"Her and dad bought a flat closer to the ministry. It is a tiny little thing but for the two of them I guess it's perfect. The left the Burrow to Charlie but he was never here, so we became the residents for the time being." George explained. He seemed sad.

"George, are you alright?" Hermione inquired.

"Oh I'm fine." He replied.

"Are you sure?"

"Mmmhmm." He mumbled back. George turned around and waltzed out of the room. A disbelieving Hermione was hot on his heels.

"You don't seem fine. Where's Angela?" That did it, George stopped dead in his tracks. He stood still in the hall, debating whether to turn around or not.

"George?" She placed a steady hand on his shoulder and peered around to see his face.

"She's gone." The statement was rough and cold. "The kids too." He stared at the ground.

"Wh-How?" She had moved in front of him.

"Neo-death eaters. They went to Diagon Alley to get school supplies, a raid occurred and they were taken." He explained not meeting her eyes.

Hermione didn't know what to say.

"George..." She started to begin an intricate apology but George stopped her.

"It's fine Hermione. It wasn't your fault, it could've happened to anyone..." His voice trailed off. George titled his head upward and closed his eyes.

"Sometimes I wake up and run down stairs because I think I heard Angela's voice. Then I remember. Those nights are always the worst, but other than that, I'm usually all right. Taking care of Adrian today made me so happy, you have no idea. " His voice was smooth and clear. He looked down at her with tears glistening in his eyes.

Hermione locked her eyes with his. His expression reminded her of a child who had lost its favorite toy. On impulse, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him in for a hug. George awkwardly returned the gesture and then they separated.

"Maybe Adrian and I should go. I don't want to cause you any hardship." She wiped her eyes fervently trying to hide her newly acclaimed tears.

"Hermione," George raised her chin with his hand, " you will be doing more harm by taking him away." He let his hand linger a moment then slowly pulled it away from Hermione's face. She grasped his hand, stopping its retreat back to his side and molded it to hers, lacing their fingers together. Her other hand danced its way up to George's shoulder and gripped it firmly.

"Are you sure?" She asked looking up. George simply nodded before pushing her against the wall, holding her hand above her head, and leaning down to kiss her.

"Hermione do you want me to-" Ron stopped dead in his tracks as he looked up to see his older brother snogging his ex-girlfriend. Not being able to process the sight in front of him, he fainted. The thud of his body against the floor acquired the pair's attention and they jumped apart, George blushing profusely.

"We do not speak of this. Ever." Hermione said kneeling down to tend to Ron.

"Agreed." George replied, looking around awkwardly before he walked to the kitchen to get a cold compress. Upon his absence, Fred rushed around the corner pretending to be an airplane for Adrian.

"What happened here?" He asked, dropping his arms and dulling the engine noise he had been making with his mouth.

"I was talking with George when he came around the corner and fainted. Quite strange really." Hermione lied. " We should get him to a bed." She stood up, gathered her son off of Fred's back, and walked into the living room. "Could you help Fred move Ron into his room?" she beckoned to George who avoided her gaze.

" No need Hermione! He's up!" Fred called from the hall. With Adrian still in her arms, Hermione walked back to the hall where a very confused Ron sat rubbing the back of his head.

"-so you say that you walked in on Hermione and George snogging ruthlessly." Fred confirmed trying not to laugh.

"Exactly!" Ron looked up to see a very unamused Hermione staring down at him. "You were snogging George!" He accused, pointing at her. She smiled lightly.

"I think you hit your head a little to hard that time Ron." She said.

"What's wrong with him mum?" Adrian pipped up. "And what's snogging?"

"You know how sometimes you head hurts and I give you those red circles? Thats all that's wrong, Ron's head just hurts and its causing him to make up stories." She stared down at Ron, eye's fixed on his as she explained.

"No, I saw you" he pointed " and you" he pointed at George who was leaning down to investigate his brother's newly bumped head "snogging. I'm not crazy... Ow George that hurt!"

"Then maybe you should keep your feet on the ground instead of your head." He replied, putting more pressure on the cold towel now adorning his Ron's head.

"I'm going to go give this little one a bath before dinner." She nodded to the squirming blond thing in her arms. "Did we ever find out if Molly was coming over for dinner?"

Fred nodded and helped help his youngest brother off the floor.


"Any sign of her?" An icy voice rang out though the hall. The walls groaned at the repetition of this question, they heard it at least three times a week.

"No sir, Pixel hasn't found Mistress Hermione yet sir. Pixel is trying her bestest sir, Pixel promises." The house elf trembled at the feet of her master.

"Go. Do not return until I call for you." Draco stared out of his office window, a tall brandy in hand. "What are you still doing here? Go!" He bellowed at the trembling elf. She disappeared with crack.

Draco closed his eyes and tilted his head back in the armchair, his free hand gripping the armrest with fervor. Raising the glass to his lips, he inhaled the drink as if it were in a shot glass. That was his third that afternoon. The liquid trickled down his throat in a calming manner and he found his eyelids felt heavy. Soon he was asleep...

When he awoke, the sun had just set. He looked around for his glass, which had fallen out of his hand, and quickly he stood up to refill the empty vessel. On his way back from the drink cart in the corner, he stopped. Draco swirled the liquid around in the glass and was mesmerized by the intricate way it slid off the sides. Somehow, this reminded him of her. Angered by the memory of her face, Draco threw the glass across the room. As it hit the wall, he dropped to his knees and with a roar of immense anger; a moan of rage, he began to shake. His breathing became elevated as he attempted not to throw tantrum.

"Is everything right in the matter sir?" A tiny voice came from the door.

"I thought I told you not to return!" His fierce anger radiated off him in waves but he did not move from his place on the floor.

"But sir, I've found her. She's here, in London."