"George" Fred called slapping his twin on the arm. 'George wakie wakie"

George sat up and stared sleepily at his twin. "Come on Georgie, we have to go to Mummy's"

George groaned and shook his head, 'No, tired" he mumbled.

'Come on, we promised we would go and if we don't she will kill us" Fred told him, "No get you're lazy arse out of bed and get dressed."

George swung his legs over the side of the bed and tried to wake himself up. He had forgotten that promised Mrs.Weasley they would come over for brunch. He really had no interest in seeing his family but since the war Molly had clung more tightly to her children than ever.

"Ready?" George asked his twin a few minutes later. Fred gave George a sever look.

"I was waiting for you" Fred reminded him. George shrugged and the two apparated to the burrow.

"Hello boys" Molly greeted the twins as soon as they arrived. She kissed them both on the cheek, "How are you?"

"Good and you mum?' Fred asked.

"Better now that my children are coming" Molly said with a smile. George's eyes were drawn to the place above the fireplace, which had been turned almost to an idle for their fallen brother. One picture in particular mesmerized him. It was taken not too long before the final battle. Ron was smiling at Hermione; she had her head resting on her shoulder.

"George" Ginny said, waving her hand in front of his face. 'Earth to George"

He looked at his baby sister, "Sorry" George replied sheepishly. "How are you?" he asked giving her a little hug and kiss.

"I am good" Ginny answered. She looked at the picture and a shadow crossed her face. She gave George's shoulder a quick squeeze.

"Do you think they would have lasted?" George asked his voice barely above a whisper. Ginny looked shocked by the question.

"I don't know" She told him truthfully. 'I would like to think so. But no one knows what life holds for us. Harry and I didn't last"

"Is he coming?" George asked and Ginny nodded her head.

"Good" Fred said, now can we eat. I am starving"

Mrs.Weasley led her children to the kitchen.

"I miss her" Ginny told George. 'I hate that when I lost my bother, I lost her too"

George stayed there for a moment after everyone was gone. 'I am sorry Ron" George said aloud to no one in particular. "I am sorry that I betrayed you but I can't say I won't do it again. She needs to be saved and I may be the only one can get close enough to do it"

"I saw Hermione last night" George announced half-way threw the meal. Mrs.Weasley dropped her fork and stared at him.

"Where?" Ginny asked

"The Leaky Caldron" George told her.

"How drunk was she?" Harry asked ruefully.

"Well on her way" George admitted. "She actually spoke to me. I was shocked"

"Is she-is she ok?" Molly stammered.

"No not really" George admitted. "She blames herself for…what happened"

"That is madness" Ginny erupted. 'That isn't her fault"

"We know that but she doesn't "Harry explained. "I have tried to tell her that a thousand times."

"I need to talk to her" Molly insisted. "I need to make her understand hoe much we need her"

"I am not sure that is a good idea" George said, "Let me try"

"I think that might be best" Harry agreed. "She already let George in a little"

The subject was dropped and George was glad, he didn't want anyone to know how intimately he knew Hermione. He breathed a sigh of relief that no one asked questions. However, out of the corner of his eyes he saw Fred eyeing him suspiciously and he realized her screwed up. Fred knew he had slept with someone last night and then he mentioned he saw Hermione. Fred was smart and George knew Fred had already out it all together.

"So you shagged Hermione?" Fred asked later that evening as the two were closing shop.

"Why do you say that?" George asked.

Fred raised his eyebrow, 'Don't do that" Fred told him. "We both know what happened. Don't consider me dumb, bother dear"

"I don't" George replied with a sigh. "I had no intention of sleeping with Hermione but we were both pissed and well it happened."

"It's ok" Fred told him. 'Ron would understand and so do I"

George nodded unsure of what to say. 'I need to see her again. I need to save her"

"Do you what you gotta do" Fred said.

Hermione pulled a bottle of firewhiskey from the cabinet and threw herself onto the couch before taking a sip. She closed her eyes and tried to shake the image of a naked George from her mind.

"Hermione" someone said from the fireplace. She opened her eyes and found pansy Parkinson eyeing her.

'What Pans?" Hermione asked her friend. After the war Hermione had turned form all of her fiends except for Harry and in time made new ones. The ex Slytherin was Hermione's closest friend and the only who could floo in unannounced.

"Get dressed we are going out" Pansy informed her.

"I am not in the mood" Hermione replied putting the bottle back to her lips.

"If you're going to be a lush Granger than do it in public not alone, that is just sad." Pansy snapped. Hermione glared at her friend for a moment but quickly melted at the look of concern Pansy wore. Hermione sighed and put the bottle down.

"Fine, give me ten minutes" Hermione conceded.