A/N: You reviewers are awesome, you really make my day :) Hope you enjoy this chapter, there is a lot…well, the whole chapter is just Hermione and George, so hope it's okay for you ;)

Chapter 7

It was about 7:30 that evening when George was interrupted from doing his washing up by the doorbell. He cast a charm so the dishes would continue to clean themselves, and went to open the front door, checking his reflection on the way.

"Hermione!" he exclaimed happily. Then he looked more closely at her expression. "Wait, what's wrong?" she sniffed.

"Can I come in?" she asked.

"You don't even have to ask," he told her, standing aside. "And you do know you can use the Floo, don't you?" he was very concerned as to why there were tears pouring down her face. "Please don't say this is Ron's fault," he begged of her.

"I was always taught that telling lies was wrong," she said regretfully. George groaned.

"Explain. If you want to, that is," George invited.

"I'll start right from the start," Hermione said, lowering herself down onto George's sofa. He joined her. "Well, I just went back to The Burrow this morning, and got myself ready for work. I got to the Ministry about 11 o'clock, and just started doing my work, had an argument with Rita Skeeter, and then Tegen suddenly runs in announcing she's going into labour."

"Wow, bet you didn't see that coming! She's your co-worker, right?"

"Yeah. So I drove her and her husband Leo to St Mungo's, and got her into a delivery room. I went off to get drinks, and saw Harry being wheeled along on a bed."

"Oh no," George said. "What happened?"

"Ron was there, and he told me it was okay, that Harry got hit by a few strong Cruciatus curses, that they just wanted to check him over. I just went back to the delivery room with Tegen and Leo and waited with her for three hours until she had a baby boy, Curtis Lee. He's adorable. They named me godmother."

"That's brilliant!" George told her, smiling widely.

"I know. And then, I got back to The Burrow about 6:45, and got ready to come here. Harry arrived at 7, so I asked him how he was and then was about to apparate here, when Ron stopped me."

"Go on," George said, gritting his teeth.

"He asked me where I was going, so I told him, it was just us two in the living room. He asked me if there was anything going on between us, so I told him no, but asked him why it would matter. He told me I shouldn't be spending so much time with you especially after a break up with him, you being his brother and all. I told him it was so I had someone to talk to, someone who understands, and why was that a problem.

"Then he tells me I'm not allowed to go out with anyone, and I said he has nothing to do with who I go out with or date or whatever, and then he said 'this is one of the reasons I broke up with you, you're so selfish, Harry needs you more at the moment', and so I started yelling at him, telling him he was the one being selfish, that Harry was fine and wouldn't want a crowd, and then a massive argument kicked off and I don't even remember half of it. Then he called me a stupid cow, so I snapped, hexed him, and left." After that outburst, Hermione burst into fresh tears, and couldn't stop herself from throwing her arms around George's middle. He hugged her tightly in attempt to comfort her, but was shaking with anger at his brother's behaviour.

"I'm sorry George. I keep breaking down on you, it isn't fair," Hermione apologised between sobs.

"Hermione, I'm here for you, remember?" he said into her sweet smelling hair. She continued to cling onto him. George cradled Hermione in his arms, making gentle 'shushing' noises to comfort her.

It took about five or ten minutes for Hermione to have calmed down enough to be able to string word together, and George hurriedly made her a cup of tea.

"George, I want to hate him for it but...but I can't." She looked at George with sad, wide eyes. George sighed.

"You still love him Hermione. You can't change it that quickly."

"But how can I still love him after hurting me like that?"

"Love is a powerful emotion, almost a force. You should know that from being best friends with Harry," George told Hermione, gently wiping the tears away.

"I know, so I can't control it. But will I stop loving him like that eventually?"

"Yes. It happens like that. You love someone, you lose them, but after a while you move on. It happens all around the world all the time."

"So, I'll find someone else?"

"Yes."

"And, umm, you want that to be you?"

"I'm not gonna lie, Hermione," George replied, looking at her, and she smiled thoughtfully. There followed a silence, but it was comfortable.

"Well, Hermione, I was going to take you out to say thankyou, but if you'd rather stay here then that's fine."

"Usually I'd say you don't have to, but I'd like to."

"Right, then we'd better go now."

"I'll just get myself cleaned up."

"Bathroom's that way," George directed Hermione, and looked after her longingly, wishing she could see that he is the one who understands her, and has been there all along for her. He raised himself from the sofa and waited for Hermione to return. She re-entered the living room a few minutes later, non red-eyed and she had transfigured her outfit into something nicer.

"Where are we going then?" she asked, trying to forget about Ron.

"Just take my arm, and you'll soon see!" George grinned at Hermione and she smiled back. She took his arm and George apparated the pair of them away.

When they had changed locations, Hermione looked around.

"I can't say I've ever been here before, but I'd guess we're in the muggle world."

"Yes, we are. I think it's called Nottingham. So, the choice is yours. Where do we go?"

"Well, there's a building there which looks like there're lots of food places inside. Let's go and have a look in there." Hermione and George crossed the road from the theatres and entered what was called The Cornerhouse and went to look at an information board. They could smell different types of food coming from the different restaurants,

"There's Chinese, Italian, or an ordinary muggle restaurant, I think their speciality is Chicken. You pick, George."

"Alrighty, how about the Italian one?" he suggested. Hermione smiled.

"Perfect," she replied. "Come on, we have to use the escalator."

"The what now?" George asked, perplexed. Hermione gestured to the moving stairs, and George looked very interested. "What, so you just stand on it and it moves by itself?" Hermione smirked at George. "Wicked," he said, and stood on the first step. He wobbled slightly, but stood his ground, very impressed.

"You make me laugh," Hermione said, grinning.

"The things these muggles think of though! It's incredible!"

"Shh, come on," Hermione said as they reached the top. George wobbled slightly again as he stepped off, and a muggle girl who looked about 18 giggled at him. He looked confused. Hermione hurriedly dragged him off towards the restaurant. They entered it, hoping it wasn't fully booked. George looked a bit lost, so Hermione took charge when an aged waitor approached them.

"Hello, can I help you?" the waitor asked, wearing a name badge bearing the name 'Colin.'

"Yes, could we have a table for two please?" she replied in her best manner.

"Follow me please," Colin said with a smile. Hermione and George followed him to a quiet, secluded corner, and he showed them to a small table with chairs opposite each other. They each took a seat, and accepted menus from the waitor.

"May I get you any drinks?" Colin asked them. They briefly consulted their menus; Hermione decided on Pink Lemonade, and George chose Coke. Neither of them felt up to alcohol after the previous night.

"Someone will bring those to you shortly," Colin informed then, and left them be. George and Hermione smiled at each other contentedly. They took in their surroundings.

"This is a nice place," Hermione commented.

"Yes it is. And with excellent company too," George replied, flashing Hermione a grin, to which she rolled her eyes.

"Right back at you Weasley," she said, returning the grin.

"Okay, what food do we have here?" George consulted his menu and Hermione scanned through hers too.

"I think I'm going to go for a pasta dish," Hermione said thoughtfully.

"And I'm a Weasley, so I'm going to have a big meal, whatever I have," George said hungrily. Hermione laughed, and they continued to look at their menus. After a few minutes, Hermione announced that she had chosen, but George was still looking with a pained expression on his face.

"Spoilt for choice?" Hermione asked him, smiling.

"Which one am I supposed to have?" George moaned.

"Which ones are you torn between?"

"Two pizzas: the Great Meat Feast or the American Fire, I don't know which one to have."

"Have them both, you'll manage," Hermione said cheekily.

"Oi, I'm not that greedy!" George mocked being offended while Hermione giggled.

"One could be fooled," she continued to say, and George aimed a blow at her head with the menu.

"Ooh, feisty!"

"Hermione Jean Granger, are you flirting with me?"

"Maybe I am, George Fabian Weasley," she replied, winking over exaggeratedly. They both started laughing, and didn't stop for a few minutes until Colin arrived at the table with their drinks.

"Pink Lemonade...and Coke."

"Thankyou," they both said.

"Are you ready to order yet?" Colin asked. Hermione grinned at George.

"Yes we are," she said, "Could I please have the Cannelloni, if that is okay?"

"Of course," Colin commented, noting it down. "And you, sir?" he directed the question at George.

"Erm, I think I'll have the Great Meat Feast, please," he requested.

"Okay. Is that everything?"

"Yes thankyou," they told him, and he left again.

"So, just a basic conversation starter, how is your job going at the moment Hermione?" George questioned.

"Oh it's good actually. There is a bit of a mishap in Africa with a bunch of Erumpents, so we have Sebastian and a few ministry officials over there trying to gain control over them."

"They can be a bit of a handful, can't they?"

"Yeah, they are wrecking havoc towards the muggles at the moment. And the house elves – I've managed to earn the right for them to have days off if they want to. The argument I had with Rita Skeeter was about that – she thinks the public won't want to give their house elves days off."

"But, if it's a law, then don't the public need to find out about it?"

"Yeah, that's what I've told her. I have my ways of threatening her anyway, so she generally does what I tell her to do."

"What way is that then?"

"That, my friend, is confidential information." George sniggered, and Hermione quirked an eyebrow.

"I always used to laugh and scoff about you wanting house elf rights, but I see now that they do actually deserve it," George told Hermione sincerely.

"You've really changed, George," Hermione observed.

"Oh, you mean I've got two ears again?" he said eagerly, putting his hands to where his ear should be.

"No, you've changed in yourself."

"In what way?"

"Well, you used to tease me about everything I did, and always used to irritate me, but now you really understand me, and have stopped pratting about so much."

"Erm...thanks? I guess that's a good thing?"

"Well, I sort of miss the unnecessary pranking, but the rest of it's good."

"Okay, I'll bear that in mind," George said, chuckling evilly. Hermione chuckled.

"Hermione, are you going to eat at the Burrow tomorrow? Despite Ron being a prat?"

"Yes I will, but I need you to have my back, and don't let him come near me."

"I'll gladly do that."

"It was him in the first place that wanted me to forgive him, but he keeps letting me down."

"I know. But yes, I've got your back. I'm there for you."

"Thanks George. It means a lot." Hermione reached across the table to take his hand in hers, and he took it eagerly. They sat like that for a while, just content in each other's company. After a couple of minutes, Hermione caught George staring at her. She was suddenly self conscious.

"George, why are you staring at me?"

"You're so beautiful, Hermione," he told her sincerely. She blushed a fiery red, but smiled down towards the table. She made to pull her hand away, but George pulled it closer and was looking intently at her arm. He made to push up the sleeve of her ¾ length shirt. She realised what he was doing, and tried again to pull her arm away from him. It was too late.

"Hermione, what, how and when did this happen? Who did this to you?" George demanded, feeling his blood boil at the sight of this evil act.

"To answer those in chronological order, it is a knife scar that spells 'Mudblood' on my arm, it was cut into me when we got captured and taken to Malfoy Manor, by Bellatrix Lestrange," Hermione explained, trying to sound strong, but there was a note of sadness in her voice.

"If my mother hadn't already killed that woman, she'd be dead under my account," George said angrily. "That is pure evil. How come I've only noticed it now?"

"I usually cover it up with your make up products, but I must have forgotten this morning, what with everything going on." Hermione looked George in the eye. "I'm not ashamed of being a Mudblood, George. I just cover it up so I'm not reminded of that day, and that woman. It haunts me." George was saddened to see that Hermione had tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Hermione."

"It's not your fault."

"That's not the point."

"I know."

"You could have that healed at St Mungo's, you know."

"It was an enchanted knife, nothing can heal it."

"But you had Essence of Dittany with you!"

"If I'd thought that would work, I would have used it to prevent Dobby from dying."

"But St Mungo's will have something!"

"George, I'm perfectly happy to use make up products on it. Just leave it."

"But-"

"It's just like with your ear. Nothing can make it come back, and nothing can heal this scar."

"Why are you always right?" George burst out.

"I'm not called the brightest witch of my age for nothing you know." George chuckled.

"You are the bravest and strongest person I have ever met."

"Why thankyou." The both of them giggled a while, their previous anger and sadness suddenly forgotten.

"Thankyou for taking me out, George," Hermione said.

"No no, it's supposed to be me thanking you. For all your help."

"Whatever. Erm, did you know, that, umm, those girls on the table over there are eyeing you?"

"That's because I'm so handsome!" George replied jokingly.

"You could say that," Hermione muttered, chuckling.

"I am saying it, and it couldn't be truer." George turned to look at the girls, and gave them all an over exaggerated wink to which they all squealed excitedly. Hermione giggled.

"Well, aren't you a charmer!" a new voice appeared; it was Colin, back with their food.

"Wow, that was quick service!" Hermione commented approvingly.

"Well, we don't like to keep our customers waiting! So, sir, you were the pizza, and you the pasta madam."

"Yes, thankyou very much. This looks great."

"Well, enjoy your meal."

"Oh, it looks like we will," George assured him hungrily, and once more Colin departed.

"George, that pizza is huge! It's lucky you're a Weasley otherwise I'd say it was a waste of money," Hermione joked.

"Oh, uh, speaking of money, I think I only have galleons," George said, not wasting any time in diving in on his meal.

"Ah. Well I don't think they'll accept those here."

"My thoughts exactly. Should we just scarper?"

"George!" Hermione reprimanded.

"Sorry, sorry."

"I'll take the galleons and change them when I've finished. I'm not risking getting my wand out in the middle of a muggle restaurant."

"Okay then. Wow, I think I made the right choice with this pizza!" Hermione chuckled, taking a mouthful of pasta.

"You know, you can't have eaten more than three bites and you have wasted half of it on your face," she said disapprovingly.

"Oops. Oh well, it makes me more attractive," George replied, striking a pose and pulling a face. Hermione laughed at his lunacy. "Anyway, it's more fun that way."

"You never fail to make me laugh, George."

"Well what do you expect? I'm hilarious!" he said, wiping his mouth on a napkin.

"Yeah, I know that too well. But really, your shop is great; I can't believe your mum and I used to think it was a waste of time."

"Yeah, you used to have old fashioned ideas about everything!" George had gone back to shoving food down his throat.

"Hey! That was for the safety and well-being of the students back then! I didn't trust your products, well, I'm still wary of them, but it's only in the past few years that I've grown to trust you, George."

"Wow. That's a big thing, concerning you and me."

"How so?"

"You, Hermione Jean Granger, trusting me? It's crazy." Hermione laughed.

"So you expect me to be more cautious around you?"

"Well, you've still failed to notice that I've put Polyjuice potion into your drink."

"WHAT?" a few people looked around at the voice level.

"See, you are cautious. I'm only joking, it won't harm you."

"Prove it."

"Come on now, Hermione, I thought you said you trusted me?"

"I do trust you, but I am cautious, yes."

"So drink some."

"But what if-"

"Hermione, am I really likely to do that in a muggle restaurant?" George said sternly.

"With you, anything is possible. But I guess not, no."

"You've just got to learn when I'm serious and when I'm joking."

"That's near on impossible, because sometimes you joke in a serious way."

"That's all part of the fun you see."

"Whatever, ginge." George smirked.

"Did you just call me ginge?"

"Yep."

"I like it. Do it more often."

"Uh, okay then. Ginge."

"Oh, now I need a nickname for you," George said thoughtfully.

"NOTHING to do with my hair, thankyou," Hermione said forcefully.

"Erm, how about 'Mione?"

"No, that misses off the 'her' and makes me sound like a man." George snorted.

"No it doesn't, but okay. Give me some time and I'll get one."

"I don't know whether to look forward to this or not."

"Well, that was a good dinner."

"Wha- you've finished already?" Hermione was shocked; she had barely eaten half of her pasta.

"Uh, yeah? Why wait when it's just sat infront of you?"

"You're supposed to savour it, not wolf it down before you've even tasted it. I suppose you're going to do something gross now and burp?"

"Probably."

"It's nothing to be proud of!"

"I like to rate them out of 10."

"That is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard." Hermione made a face.

"It was Lee's idea, back in our third year."

"That doesn't surprise me to be honest. I feel sorry for any girl who ends up with him."

"I actually agree with you there," George said, and that's when he belched.

"You are such a tramp!"

"What would you rate that as?"

"I am NOT rating your burps!" Hermione said, repulsed.

"I'd give it about a 7."

"Unbelievable."

"Right. Are you finished yet?"

"Does my plate look empty to you?"

"Right, sorry." He watched as Hermione continued eating her food, and without talking, she cleared her plate quite quickly.

"There now, that wasn't so hard was it?" George grinned.

"Shuttup ginge," Hermione retorted. George laughed.

"You make me laugh, miney-winey."

"Don't you ever call me that again! And how do I make you laugh?"

"You just do, and that's a shame, I thought that nickname really suited you." Hermione smacked George with a spoon.

"Getting violent are we?"

"George, give me the galleons, I'll go and transfigure them."

"Victory!"

"It's not a victory, there is no competition and I am not defeated!"

"Yes, there is, and yes you so are," George said, handing the money over to her. She rolled her eyes.

"I'll be back in a minute. If Colin comes again, just order me ice cream or something like that, I'm full."

"Okay, booknymph." The edges of Hermione's mouth twitched.

"Better," she said as she departed.

"Win all around, George," he muttered to himself taking a swig of coke. He gazed out of the window, thinking about the witch that had just left him. She was so-

"Hem hem?" George jumped out of his brief trance; that noise reminded him exactly of Umbridge. He turned his head to see what the source of the noise was, and internally groaned.

"May I help you?" he asked mockingly, for one of the girls who had been eyeing him earlier stood beside him.

"Yes, my name is Jane and those are my friends," she began, pointing. "Well, you saw us earlier so we wrote down all our numbers for you if you're interested," she said suggestively. George turned his head to the direction of the toilets, wishing Hermione would come and rescue him.

"Erm, thanks, but-"

"Oh, you only have one ear! How did that happen?" Jane simpered. George froze. What was he supposed to say to that? He mentally made up a story.

"Erm, I was in a car crash, and uh, it got sliced off so the, erm, doctors just fixed the hole up." He hoped to Merlin that this was a believable story.

"Oh, you poor thing. Anyway, if you're available..." Jane trailed off as she saw Hermione arrive, both girls looking slightly confused.

"As you can see, I have a date with me tonight, so no, I am not available. Bye Jane," said George, dropping huge hints.

"Oh...bye then," said Jane, and scurried back off to her friends. Hermione had to suppress a giggle as she slid back into her seat.

"You look like you had fun in the minute and a half that I was gone," she said, smiling.

"Not in the slightest. Why did she give me a list of numbers?"

"Oh, if you type them into a telephone it would ring them up, like you would be able to speak to them through it," Hermione explained, giggling now. "Some girls can be so stupid," she finished.

"Seriously? They really want me to date them? We don't even know anything about each other; you don't date people you don't know, they could be anyone!"

"In the muggle world, it's more looks they go for," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, so you're admitting that I'm good looking, are you?" George said, winking. Hermione blushed, and he took that as a yes. "Anyway, that's a stupid idea. What if they look beautiful but they're completely horrible?"

"That is almost exactly what I said to Ron before the Yule Ball. All he could think about was how people looked, like, he didn't look behind their faces if you know what I mean," Hermione said.

"Well, what are muggles like, eh? Anyway, are we going to have pudding or not?" George asked, checking his watch.

"I'm not really hungry anymore to be honest."

"Me neither. Shall we just leave it there?"

"You're not hungry? Did I just hear you right?"

"There you go again, insinuating that I am a greedy pig! No, I am not hungry." Hermione laughed at him.

"Okay then. Here's Colin anyway." Colin approached the table.

"Are we finished over here?" he asked, taking their plates.

"Yes, thankyou. It was lovely, but could we please have the bill?" Hermione said.

"Yes of course, I will get that for you," he replied, and left.

"Oh! I've just remembered! We didn't need to change those galleons. I have a muggle debit card!"

"A what-now?" George said, bewildered.

"You'll see in a minute," Hermione told him. They both waited upon Colin's return. He did within a minute.

"Will you be paying by card?" he asked.

"Yes, we are," Hermione replied, producing hers. George looked on, entranced. How could a bit of plastic pay for their meal?

"Oh, doesn't the man usually pay for the lady?" Colin asked, setting down the card machine.

"He does, but he has stupidly forgotten all means of payment, as the lady wasn't too happy earlier, so it's a good thing for him that ladies carry money around everywhere. He will be repaying her, of course," George said, grinning apologetically.

"If you could just insert your card, madam. I see, yes, I have made that same mistake in my life, but my dates weren't so forgiving as yours," Colin spoke to George while trying to direct Hermione.

"Lucky for me then isn't it?" George smiled.

"Certainly. Now if you could just enter your PIN number, madam." Hermione did so, and George watched intently to see how it worked.

"There you go madam, you may remove your card, and then you're free to go!" Hermione chuckled.

"Thankyou very much. Goodbye!" they both said, and Colin left.

"Right, are you ready to go Hermione?" George asked.

"Yep, coming right now," she said, and they departed hand in hand, avoiding eye contact with the girls who were still desperately trying to get George's attention. They apparated back to George's flat when they were sure no one was looking.

"Thankyou for taking me out George," Hermione said, turning to him as they stepped through the threshold of George's flat. He smiled at her.

"It was a pleasure, Hermione. If you don't want to go back to the Burrow, you can sleep here tonight. There's a spare room you can use if you wanted," George offered.

"I think I will actually. Thanks George, I appreciate it." Hermione hugged him and he buried his head in her sweet smelling hair.

"It's nothing, Hermione, you're practically family, and you know what I do for them." Hermione smiled.

"I know. They're everything to you. Sorry to bring it up, but…I can't imagine how much you miss Fred." George smiled sadly.

"It's fine. It's good to talk about it, right?"

"Definitely," Hermione encouraged.

"Hermione," George said, leading her over to the sofa, "I'm going to tell you something that I've kept to myself for the past two and a half years. In the battle, he was fighting Rookwood near the Room of Requirement. I was somewhere the other side of the castle, I didn't know what was going on. I was busy fighting Rodolphus Lestrange with Dad's help, and suddenly I just dropped to the ground in absolute agony, even though I hadn't been hit with a curse. I felt it, Hermione. I knew that Fred had died even before I had seen him. I felt…I felt something break inside me, and I instantly knew that something was wrong. And I was so terrified. I left Dad fighting Lestrange, and I ran where my instinct was telling me to go."

"George, you don't have to tell me all this," Hermione said, looking emotional.

"No I want to. I just ran, I was so lucky that I didn't get hit by any curses that came in my direction. I soon found you, Harry, Ron and Percy all crouching down beside the body. The body of my twin. And you saw me, I just broke down Hermione. It was the worst I've ever felt in my whole life. My brother, twin and best friend…just gone forever. And it just hit me that I would never be able to make another joke with him again, that I would never see my grin mirrored in his face again. And it was awful. I just wanted to join him." George was staring determinedly at the floor, and Hermione's eyes were shining with tears. George looked so lost, she didn't know what to say.

"Oh George," she said sorrowfully. He turned to look at her, and just caught her in a hug and started to cry. At that point, Hermione couldn't keep her tears in any more either.

"Hermione, I'm so sorry. He was just my world, and now he's gone. There have been so many days where I just don't go to work and I cry for him. He…he was my other half, I don't feel complete without him. I just miss him so much; all the laughs we used to have, all the good times, all the pranks, even the bad times. Because we were always there together, we were never apart. And now, everything has changed. And it can never be the same again." George's voice was shaky, and Hermione was rubbing comforting circles on his back.

"George, George, it's okay, it's okay."

"No it's not." Hermione sighed.

"Well, no, it isn't, but you can't change that he's gone George. I said this yesterday. Just remember all the good times you had with him, and look back at them with fondness, not with sadness. Don't cry because it's over, be happy because it happened. Okay?"

"Do you know Hermione? No other statement has made me think in that way. You're right. I shouldn't be sad. I should be happy that it ever happened, and move on." He sniffed loudly, and pulled back to look at Hermione. His eyes were red, but he gave a smile full of courage.

"Everything will be okay one day, George. Just think, if you ever have children, just think of all the storied you'll be able to tell them. Oh, you'll bring them up to be right little monsters, you will." George chuckled.

"You are so right. Thank you Hermione. I shouldn't fall apart in front of you like this."

"Hey, it's okay, you need to let emotions out sometimes. It's important to not keep things bottled up. It's what you keep telling me, right?"

"Right. Thank you. I'm gonna head off to bed."

"Don't do anything stupid, George."

"I won't. I promise. I'm just going to love life as much as I can. Thank you for making me see straight."

"It's okay. Goodnight, George. I'll see you in the morning."

" Night, Hermione!" Hermione gave George a weary smile, which he returned, and she walked down the hall and entered the spare room. She undressed, and looked in the drawers for something she could wear as pyjamas. She found an old t shirt of George's; she knew this because it had a big 'g' in the middle of it, and blushed when the only trousers she could find were some boxers. She put them on nevertheless, and went to lie down on the bed. Her thoughts drifted to how she would feel if she ever lost Harry…he was practically a brother to her, and she had felt awful and terrified and distraught when she had seen him supposedly dead in Hagrid's arms. It was one of the worst moments of her life. How George could live with it, she did not know. She fell into a peaceful sleep, still thinking these thoughts.

A/N: Really hope you enjoyed that. They are making very slow process, it will be a long while before they get together. Put it this way: right now in the fanfic it is November, nearly December, and they won't get together till fanfic time May. Not sure when it will be in the Muggle world, but hopefully before that. Please leave a review telling me what you thought of this chapter, they mean a lot! Thank you guys :)

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