A/N- The difference between Harry/Hermione fiction and George/Hermione fanfiction is number of reviews. Also pairing. But number of reviews especially. Here comes October part 2, it ends on Halloween night. I lifted some things straight out of the original Haven so it might seem familiar to you. And I think Teddy would be an adorable Ewok. Ewoks rock.


-October 1998, Part 2-

Hermione sat in an office with George and Teddy as Ivan Hookum made a list of their requirements. The man was…well what she imagined a used car salesman looked like. He was short and looked…well untrustworthy to say the least. But George said he was good so she trusted him. The man mumbled to himself as he looked at the list before moving to a file cabinet and looking through it. Suddenly he turned to them and smiled, "I think I have just what you need. Four houses come to mind. Rural areas are certainly better for magical folk no doubt about that. I know of four villages that would be perfect for you. First is Ilwich Green. Lovely place, perfectly charming. Then there's Whiteholm, charming community certainly. Lower Dunhall has a few wizard families in it already, and finally there's Norleigh Bridge. A tad more urban than the others, but not by much. I can take you to see them today if you want."

She looked at George, who looked at her. The couple nodded. "Fantastic! I have portkeys set up for each property," he let them stand and George took Teddy into his arms.

First was Norleigh Bridge. Hermione didn't like the house. It looked like something a Death Eater would live in. Ivan took them next to Whiteholm, where Hermione was amazed. The scenery was beautiful. The village was quite lovely as well. The house…George was stunned gazing at the house. It was amazing. "Four bedrooms. Two on the third floor, two on the second. The master is on the second and has its own bathroom. The other bedroom does as well. As for the third floor, they share a bathroom. The first floor has a spacious living room, a nice kitchen, a dining room ideal for large family gatherings, an office, and a study with bookshelves begging to be filled."

"Is there a basement?"

"There is indeed sir," Ivan nodded to George. "What do you think?"

"Not sure yet," he smiled, walking toward Hermione and Teddy who were wandering around the first floor. He slid an arm around Hermione, "What do you think?"

"It's spacious and yet once we have furniture…oh George we're going to have to buy furniture."

"Hermione," George turned her to face him, "Sirius' money went straight into the shop but that's okay. I never really spent much on myself and I have Fred's money too. I'll buy the furniture. I'm wealthier than I've admitted until now."

She gazed at him, "You're sure?"

"Yes," he nodded. "I told you, money's not an issue. Our business was doing well even during the war. With Sirius' money we can reopen the shop and completely refill all of our stock and that's just with about 2k of those galleons."

Hermione leaned against him, "I really like this house George."

"Me too. But I want muggle stuff in our house too, not just wizard stuff. I want to watch cartoons with Teddy and learn how to make those sno-cones we ate at the amusement park."

She laughed and nodded. She would never let her muggle side fall away. That George liked the muggle things brought her more joy than she'd expected. It was George accepting her for who she was. She kissed him, "Then this is the house for us."

"Us," George repeated. "I like the way you say that."

"I thought you might," she grinned, leaning up to kiss him. "Let's go make our claim to this place then. We have shopping to do to put things in it."

"And we need paint. I don't like white walls."

She rolled her eyes. She should have seen that coming. "Yes George we can paint. No outrageous colors."

"I'll change your mind on that," he vowed.


They signed the papers and Ivan arranged to turn their floo on for them. He asked them what to call their new home and George looked at Hermione for that answer. She tilted her head in thought for a moment before smiling, "The Haven."

"That's perfect," he looked at Teddy, "what do you think? Is that a good name for our home?" Teddy giggled and nodded his head. "Are you just agreeing with me because I'm talking in a happy voice?" Teddy laughed and nodded his head. George looked at Hermione, "Either he's not aware of what I'm saying or he's a genius and he's teasing me."

"I like to think it's the latter," she smiled, taking Teddy from him. Teddy's head immediately settled on her shoulder and he smiled at George almost like he was saying 'She's mine.' George just smirked. Teddy would be a brilliant prankster one day.

After all of that they went to a furniture store in Diagon Alley and picked out some furniture. George made a big show of testing the 'comfortableness,' as he called it, of each piece of furniture. She rolled her eyes but she smiled each time he did it. Apologizing to the clerk was becoming a chore though. "George would you stand up?"

He did and she walked over to him, "Please don't make this difficult."

"Are you mad?"

"Not mad. Not even embarrassed. You're making Teddy laugh and if he was older he'd join in with you. But I'd like my boyfriend to be serious as we decorate our house together," she said, giving him a gentle kiss on the mouth, "especially when we choose the bedroom furniture."

George smiled at her and nodded his head, "I'll be good."

"Don't stop being you, just stop annoying the clerks," she kissed him again, "because I prefer you as you are." George grinned. He and Fred had always reckoned finding girlfriends would be hard. They hadn't been wrong. George had never dated because of that. He figured if the right girl was out there she'd come to him. Fred, on the other hand, went on plenty of dates. But they all ended the same. The girl thought he was too immature or that he needed to grow up. A few sounded like his mother, wanting him to get a 'respectable' job. George could handle dressing differently and he certainly wasn't a pig or a slob but the thought that his fun-loving attitude and love of laughter was a bad thing was what kept him from dating. He didn't feel like experiencing the disappointment that Fred had.

Hermione, though, loved George as he was. She didn't want him to change. She had a few things she required of him but none of them were impossible and he was okay with them. She had changed too, after all. "You're the best you know," he whispered into her ear as they looked at towels, "What color?"

"What color do you want?" She asked.

George smiled. In the furniture department George didn't have a clue. He didn't know furniture styles. A bed was a bed, a chair a chair. Sure there were armchairs (they had picked out three for the living room and two for the study), rocking chairs (one for Teddy's room), dining table chairs, stools (for the island in the kitchen and the potions lab), and sofas but he only cared about comfort. Hermione had been the one with taste. He'd let her take the lead. Now she was letting him take the lead, "Well I don't want Gryffindor red," he said, ignoring the reds, "How about a light blue?"

"I prefer dark blue like your eyes but light blue works for me," she said. They took the number they needed and put it in the cart. Teddy plopped down on them in the shopping cart. They'd come to a Muggle store for linens, towels, and whatnot. George chuckled at the little boy's antics. He was being incredibly good. George had promised to buy him the Godzilla toy he'd seen if he behaved himself. Hermione had shaken her head and muttered about bribery but George didn't care. Living with his parents since being open about their relationship was almost impossible. His mother just looked at them like they were horrible people while his father gave small smiles of encouragement. Ron had taken to ignoring both of them, something Hermione was already used to and George found made life easier. Still, it was an uncomfortable atmosphere and he didn't want to be there longer than was required. If buying Teddy a toy enabled them to get out of the Burrow sooner then he'd do it in a heartbeat.


After that store they went to a muggle electronics store. They found a television and also got a dvd player. While Hermione picked out some movies and cartoons to buy for the house George and Teddy snuck over to the video games area and looked at the systems and games. He went with an N64. He'd played an old Nintendo system before so he went with that. Then he let Teddy pick the games. Unless they looked too violent. He didn't need Hermione yelling at him about that. He found Hermione soon and smiled. "How many games did you buy?"

"Five," he answered. Hermione nodded after a moment's thought and they walked to the cash register. After that they packed everything up and portkeyed to the Haven.

Unpacking all of their things was easy. The furniture was from a magical store so tapping the boxes that had been delivered had them going to where he directed them with his wand. That was useful. Teddy sat on the floor playing with his new toy while George and Hermione hooked up the television and dvd player and put in a cartoon for Teddy to watch. He was enamored with the moving pictures and clapped at them. George took Hermione's hand and they both bowed before him, "Do you want the kitchen or the study?"

"I want to see my friend and her boyfriend's new house," came a voice from their floo. They both turned to see Harry dusting himself off, "It looks nice."

"Thank you Harry," she smiled. "George which room do you want to organize?"

"I'll take the kitchen. Teddy should be okay in here. Make sure you make Harry help you. No free meals," he winked at the dark-haired wizard before exiting the living room.

"How are you at folding sheets, towels, and making beds?"

"Good at all three."

"Perfect, this way."

Harry was aware that Hermione was far different now than she was before the war. He liked the changes, personally. Upstairs he helped Hermione cast cleaning spells on the bedsheets and then make the bed, "Purple?" He asked.

"George chose the colors," she said. "For some reason I agreed." She looked up at Harry, "Eleven year old me would be horrified to know I'm dating a Weasley twin and worse letting him pick out colors of linens, towels, paint…but I don't mind. I'm either mental or completely smitten Harry. Which do you think?"

Harry couldn't help it. He laughed. When he stopped he helped her stuff the pillows into their cases, "I think you're smitten. And it's cute. I've never been like that with Ginny."

"How's the therapy going?"

"Two sessions in and I just laughed. Doing much better. Kreacher and Winky are redecorating Grimmauld Place. I want that house to look completely different than it did before."

Hermione looked at Harry as she handed him one corner of the fitted sheet before speaking, "Harry what do you feel for Ginny?"

He frowned but asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well you said you're not with her like I am with George so I'm just curious; what do you actually feel for her? Love? Lust? I look at George and…Merlin help me sometimes I want to jump him and shag him rotten."

"George would like that," Harry said. "I guess…I thought I loved Ginny but seeing you with George…I don't love her like that. I think I love the idea of just being normal. Not being…well not being me."

"Don't undersell yourself Harry Potter. You're a good guy. A bit too mopey and far too guilt-laden, but you're a good guy."

He smiled, "Thanks Hermione. If I broke up with Ginny she'd be devastated."

"Harry, I love you. You're like the obnoxious, dim-witted little brother I never had. But you need to put yourself first. You need to be selfish. You're never selfish. You always put others first. And that needs to stop or else you're going to be miserable."

He tucked the corners of the topsheet under the bed as he thought about her words. "Do you think Ginny loves me, Hermione?"

Hermione chose her words carefully. She didn't want to somehow say the wrong thing or make his decision for him, "I think she's loved Harry Potter since she was old enough to talk. An amazing feat when she only met you when she was eleven." She watched as Harry took that in while they finished making the bed. "Will you be okay folding the towels? I need to go check on Teddy."

"Sure go on," he nodded.


As Halloween grew closer George decided that they should throw a Halloween party. Thinking about giving Harry a good Halloween for a change Hermione agreed. Then came choosing their costumes. George ultimately wanted to go as Willy Wonka. He'd been reading the book to Teddy and decided that he could create alot of those things for the store. Using it as a blueprint George was excitedly working on them. He related to the character of Willy Wonka in a few ways and found him to be the perfect choice for a costume.

He wanted Teddy to be an Oompa Loompa but Hermione wouldn't let that happen. Hermione refused to tell him who she was going as and he was burning to know the answer. Teddy, since he had recently seen Star Wars, was dressed as an Ewok. George had to admit the little guy was adorable in his outfit as he dressed him up on Halloween. "Oh Tedster. Whatever is your mum dressed up as?"

Their bedroom door opened and he hurriedly picked Teddy up and moved to the doorway to see Hermione exit. George's jaw dropped. Hermione was…dear Merlin she was dressed like Princess Leia. Only whereas Leia's outfit was straight to the ground Hermione had cut slits on either side of the lower half of the outfit that went up to about mid-thigh. The top, though it covered her completely, was tighter than Leia's movie version and George was amazed. The blaster attached to her leg in a holster was a nice touch. "What do you think George?"

"I think next year I'm going as Han Solo," he answered.

She laughed and leaned in to kiss him, "I would certainly not be opposed to you being the Han to my Leia. I'd be disappointed if you weren't."

"Reckon I chose the wrong costume."

"If you want to change I might have procured the appropriate items for a certain roguish devil. Keep the hair red though. I'd hate to see you as a brunette."

George grinned. He handed over the Ewok that was her son and kissed her, "I think you'll rather like me in tight pants."

"I think you'll rather like what I'm wearing under my dress," she responded, "go get changed George. That Wonka outfit can be used another time."

He was to their bedroom when he spoke, "Hermione?"

"Yes George?"

"I'm glad you refused to tell me what you were going as. I don't think I'd have left the room otherwise."

"I'm well aware of that George," she smiled. "That's why I refused to tell you." George nodded as he walked into the bedroom. She was a smart one, his witch. And Merlin was she hot. Despite having lived together for two and a half weeks he and Hermione had only slept together; they hadn't yet been intimate. They had certainly discussed it and they had decided that when it felt right they'd move their relationship forward. Neither one had been with anyone else before so they were just letting the intimacy increase naturally. And the sexual side was beginning to rear its head. In their most recent snogging sessions Hermione's hand had found its way into his pants and he was certain no other woman's touch could ever do what hers had. He had returned the favor the second and third times she'd gotten him off; he'd been too stunned the first time to even think of doing so.


Hermione took one last look around their living room. George had of course gone overboard with the decorations for the house both outside and inside. She didn't want to imagine what would happen when Christmas came around. "What do you think Teddy? Are you ready to celebrate Halloween?" The little Ewok smiled at her and the doorbell rang. She shifted Teddy onto her hip and opened the door to reveal Harry dressed as, of all things, Batman. "Why are you Batman?" She asked him.

"It hides my true identity," he answered. "I don't like these contacts though. It's weird."

She pulled him inside, "The Dark Knight isn't blind Harry."

"Well excuse me Princess," he retorted.

"Hey! That's my line bucko," George said. They turned to see George dressed as Han Solo and Hermione was very aware of how good he looked in the tight pants. She smiled and walked over to kiss him, "She's my princess Bats. Back off."

"Oh dear lord he's in character," she sighed. Harry laughed.

"Mind if I check out your Ewok? You've got your hands full with that git."

Hermione looked down at Teddy, "No hitting Harry with rocks or arrows okay?" Teddy just grinned up at her and she shook her head. He was a crafty little boy. She handed him over and Harry took Teddy to go look at the decorations while Hermione pulled George to her by his vest, "You, sir, are looking incredibly sexy."

George smiled, "I didn't know you could make that outfit as appealing as you have."

"I have my ways," she leaned up and kissed him, "I have something for you tonight," she whispered into his ear, "after Teddy's in bed."

"Well then I'll just have to wear him out," George grinned.


George and Hermione had a long guest list. Harry, Bill and Fleur, Percy, Parvati and Padma Patil, Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Lee Jordan, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, Oliver Wood, Verity from WWW (she'd stopped by the store while George and Hermione were cleaning it up and asked if she could have her old job back. George had said yes immediately) all were in attendance as well as a few guests that they brought.

It was a good party. Teddy's costume was praised and Teddy was quite content to take the attention, much to head shaking from Hermione. "He is the son of a Marauder," George reminded her.

"I know. I was hoping he wouldn't have that same propensity."

"At least his dad wasn't Sirius Black," George offered, "and if you were hoping he wouldn't be a prankster and happy to be the center of attention then you need a new boyfriend."

"Can't have a new boyfriend," she said. "I'm rather attached to you."

George grinned and kissed her, "Well lucky for me then because I'm rather enamored with you."

"George Weasley you are too sweet sometimes," she whispered.

"I like the buns on the sides of your head. Nice touch."

"I'm glad you approve," she smiled, leaning against him. He slipped an arm around her waist.


If the guests in attendance thought that a party thrown by George Weasley would be without pranks they were disappointed. George had, among other things, booby trapped the snack table they'd arranged, the bathroom, and his most proud prank was in the candy bowl. If you reached in for a piece a hand came out and grabbed you. Fleur had screamed when she fell for the prank before glaring at a laughing George Weasley. Then she had laughed. For all attending it was agreed that a prank by George meant he was doing better. So George got a free pass that evening and instead of a house of horror they were subjected to a house of pranks.

The party was winding down when George clinked his glass and got everyone's attention, "Hello friends, family, sexy princess I get to rescue," he added with an appraising grin as he looked at his girlfriend's body and costume, "I have an announcement. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is reopening! With the support and talent of Hermione alongside me we're nearly ready to open again. We also have some new product lines that I won't divulge. You'll just have to come to the shop to see them. So come to the store and enjoy the wonderfulness that is our brilliance!" Cheers followed his speech and she could see that many of his friends were elated about George moving on from Fred's death but not giving up on the dream that they had shared.


For George the best part of the evening was when everyone went home and he got a sleeping Teddy out of his costume and into his pajamas, then tucked him into his crib. "Sleep well little man. I'm off to save a princess. Just hope she's not in another castle."

He entered their bedroom to see Hermione removing the pins holding her buns in place. Her long wavy hair showed and he smiled, walking over to kiss her. He found himself suddenly frozen in place, "Stay still flyboy." George's smile grew. Then Hermione moved to their bathroom and he frowned. Had he taken things the wrong way? Her return had all doubts vanishing his mind. There Hermione stood, in the gold metal bikini that Leia was in when she was enslaved to Jabba the Hutt. And Hermione looked amazing.

"Hermione…" He whispered, gazing at her. She'd done her hair up in a braid even, though he guessed that was magically done. "Wow."

She smiled and walked over to him to kiss him, "Thank you George. I was hoping for a wow. And for this," she gently squeezed the rather prominent bulge in his pants. He moaned and leaned down to kiss her. She released him from the spell as her arms moved around his neck and George bent and lifted her up into his arms as the kiss deepened, Hermione's hands forcing his vest off and running through his hair.

George turned them to the bed and he placed her on it. Hermione wouldn't let him pull back and he smiled into the kiss. Fighting for dominance with the pretty brunette was always a pleasure. He kicked off his boots and she pushed his shirt up. George pulled back just long enough to pull the shirt over his head before resuming the kiss. From there removing the remaining clothing they wore was easier. Much, much easier. It was as George was gazing at her nude body that Hermione finally managed to speak, "George," he leaned down and kissed her again and she moaned into his mouth. "I love you George."

Hermione had never said it to him. Though honestly she'd felt it for a bit she hadn't felt sure saying it. George leaned close to her and whispered, "I know."
George's deep blue eyes were dancing in mirth and she laughed before kissing him again, "No more interruptions now."

"Agreed," he mumbled, rolling in the bed so she was on top of him.