A/N- No relationship is without its bumps, and George and Hermione can be no different. Normally when I write George he's well adjusted. This George not so much. When I read the books the very first time I always saw Fred as the troublemaker and George as more of the follower. Not that George isn't a troublemaker, it's just that he lets his brother take the lead. I didn't intend to post this today but all of a sudden this came to me last night and when I finished it I decided to post it.


That next week Hermione and Angelina went to apply to be trained as Healers. After filling out a mountain of paperwork together Angelina suggested they go get lunch, girls only. "I didn't know you wanted to be a Healer."

"I didn't either it's just," the older woman frowned, "I was never sure what I wanted to do, during the war and all. But tending to Fred all the time, helping with George when he lost his ear…" Angelina smiled, "I realized I was good at it. Besides now we get to have something over the boys."

Hermione laughed, "They do require a good amount of medical care don't they?"

"The joys of loving a Weasley twin," she answered as their food arrived.


That night Hermione thought about Angelina's words as she lay snuggled against George, who was scribbling in his idea book. She did think of George as hers. But not just as hers. Hermione leaned up and kissed his cheek. George looked at her, "What was that for?"

"Being a great boyfriend," she answered, smiling at him.

"Well thank you," he leaned against her, "you're pretty great too you know."

"I've been told that." She gazed at him, "George I think that we should talk."

He put his book down and turned on the bed to look at her, "What about?"

"About us. About what this is between us. It's been around two and a half months since that first drunken night together and we're still skirting the issue. I know we're a couple. But…how deep do your emotions go?"
George stood, "Come on let's go somewhere. I want some privacy and we're too adjacent to various eavesdropping devices." Hermione nodded. This was a personal conversation.

They left the apartment, George Apparating them to a park. He sat down next to her on the grass, "Hermione I've been thinking of this for awhile lately. And…" He took her hands in his, "I love you."

Hermione smiled and leaned in to kiss him, "I love you too George." He smiled and deepened the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed him onto his back. "George…I think I want to get my own apartment."

"We're supposed to be snogging then shagging after this announcement," he mumbled, trying to kiss her again.

Hermione pulled away, "I know but I think it'd be good to have my own place. Then we could have some privacy. I love Fred and Angelina but I'm getting tired of not having any privacy with you. The only time we do is if we're in your room or the bathroom."

George frowned, "But then we wouldn't live together anymore."

"I'd be just a floo away," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him. "I'm sorry if you're not happy with this George. I won't back down though. I need my own place. I'm not saying you have to move in with me. I'm just saying that I want some space alone. Thanks to you I feel good about life again, and I think it's time I had my own flat."

George sat up and stared forward, trying to think about that. He'd never been alone, so he didn't really understand wanting to be alone. Sure he'd like to have privacy with Hermione. But life without Fred terrified him. Well he could visit her, right? It wasn't like she was saying he had to go with her. Although sleeping without her would be weird, he had to admit. "If you have to do this I'll support you," he said.

"Thank you," she hugged him, "that means alot to me George."

"I love you," he smiled, leaning in to kiss her.

"I love you," she said, returning the kiss. "I'm going apartment hunting tomorrow." George wrapped his arms around her and just held her, trying to wrap his head around the fact that she was moving out.


Hermione moved out three weeks later, just before her Healer classes began. Angelina helped her buy furniture for her new flat and move things in. "George isn't happy," she said, helping Hermione put her clothes away.

"I know but…it's weird, being there with you and Fred. I want my own place and if George wants to continue this then he's going to have to consider being apart from his twin at some point." Angelina smiled. She was impressed with Hermione's determination. She'd never even thought about just doing what Hermione was. George and Fred were stubborn, but also rather manipulative. George was less-so than Fred, certainly. Fred was the master of manipulation. George had always been the quieter of the two. Angelina liked the boisterous Fred, but she'd noticed when they'd started dating that George depended on Fred. Fred led him around and George followed happily. When Fred had nearly died she'd seen George break down. The fact that he was stricken that hard, even though Fred was alive, had told Angelina just how too attached George was to his twin. Not that either twin was eager to listen to advice from any 'outsider' about their relationship.

It was for that reason that she was concerned about Hermione and George. She really hoped that when it came down to it George didn't break her heart. Hermione's kind spirit was perfect for George, but she had a sneaking feeling he wouldn't see that if she ever suggested him moving in with her.


That night Hermione and George ate dinner alone in her new place, "So what do you think of the apartment?"

"Well I like the company, but it feels kind of empty."

"You can tell Fred that when you go home then," Hermione said, feeling a bit hurt. She was so proud of her furniture choices and color palette for the apartment. She'd spent hours trying to figure out what she wanted and the layout was cozy and comfortable. Couldn't he have just said it was nice? Why was it that now every time she mentioned her living alone George had to respond that it wasn't as good as living above the shop with the others? It'd be one thing if he said it wasn't as good as her living with him, but it was always about her living with them.

He looked up in surprise, "You don't want me to stay the night?"

"Apparently you don't," she pointed out, "I was having a rare and pleasant evening with the man I love alone in my new flat until he said that he'd rather his brother was here."

George frowned, "You don't get what it's like, being a twin."

Hermione felt herself getting angry. George always said that. "No I don't. But that can't be your excuse for everything! George you are your own person! What are your plans for the future? Getting married together? Honeymooning together? Living with your wives in the same house together? Getting your wives pregnant at the same time? I realize you've been with him since before you were born but George at some point you have to stand on your own two feet!"

"Angelina doesn't seem to mind."

Out of any retort he could have managed, that was the worst one. She glared at him, "Maybe if you ask nicely Fred will share her with you!" Hermione stood up, "I think you should leave." George watched as Hermione walked back to her bedroom, slamming the door shut. Feeling rather angry himself he slid on his coat and left her flat, walking into an alley before Disapparating.


The next day at St. Mungo's Angelina saw Hermione. "Are you okay?"

"What did he tell you?" Angelina was surprised by Hermione's tone. She seemed ready to snap at her.

"Nothing," she shook her head, "he just came back home, walked into his room, and slammed the door. He wouldn't talk to Fred or me."

Hermione softened somewhat but Angelina saw her still being guarded, "It's hard to believe the man I leaned on for support has no backbone himself," she whispered. "I really thought we'd have a nice quiet meal without any interruptions. Then George has to say he misses the company."

"Oh," Angelina's eyes widened. No wonder Hermione was upset. "And now you think you're not good enough for him?"

"I don't know how you can go from 'I love you' to 'well I'd rather be hanging out with my brother and his girlfriend,'" Hermione shook her head, "Please tell me how that happens?"

Angelina shook her head and hugged her, "I'm sorry George is a clueless idiot."

"At any rate we had a fight and I yelled at him and told him to leave. And he did. And I cried myself to sleep."

"I could talk to him," she offered.

"No," Hermione shook her head, "George has to figure this out himself."


It was three nights later that George appeared on her doorstep looking more uncomfortable than she'd ever seen. "Hermione? Can I come in?"

"I'm not sure. It is just me in here George and apparently I'm not enough company for some people."

"I'm sorry," he immediately said, looking down at his feet. "Please let me in?"

"Make it quick," she said, stepping aside for him to enter.

He entered and heard her shut the door, "I've been thinking about what you said. And you were right. I depend on Fred. I've never been without him, except when he was in the hospital, and even then I felt like I was falling apart. But these past few nights without you have been so hard. I slept alone for the first time in months and I hated it. I miss having you with me. I love you Hermione. Please forgive me?"
She tilted her head, studying him. He looked like he hadn't had enough sleep. His eyes looked desperate. "George what do you want?"

"You to forgive me."

"For what?"

He frowned, confused. "For…for being a prat."

"In what ways?"

"Do we have to go through this?" He muttered.

Hermione glared at him, "Yes."

George sighed, "Hermione this is hard."

"That's the point. You hurt my feelings, George. I want to know that you understand why you did." Hermione kept her arms folded, guarding herself from more hurt, "I cried myself to sleep because of you."

His head snapped up. He didn't ever want to hurt her or upset her. Too many times he'd held her as she'd cried herself to sleep over her parents. That image haunted him. Immediately he moved to her, hugging her to him, "I'm so sorry Hermione. I…every time I'm with you I'm so happy and content. You're so amazing and wonderful and gorgeous…I was an arse. Being alone with you is always so great and I was just being a prat. I'm really impressed that you had the courage and determination to get your own place and do things your own way. Do you think you could forgive me?"

Hermione looked up at him, "George…can you ever be apart from Fred? Because if not let's stop now before I get too invested."

"Yes I can. It might take me a bit, but I can do it. I'm sure," looking at a nervous Hermione made him realize how much he loved her and how much he really did mean to her.

"I love you," she whispered. "I just want you to understand that you mean almost too much to me George."

"Believe me I know that," he leaned in and kissed her. "Can I make it up to you?"

Hermione smiled softly, "I could be convinced to let you try. But I might make you beg and plead and crawl on the floor."

"So long as it's a chance I'm happy," he smiled. "And I do like your apartment. It's very you."

"And I'm a bit less angry at you all of a sudden," Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him.


A/N- Awwwwwww how cute. Thanks for reading!