Being an only child, Hermione is used to feeling alone. Becoming friends with Harry and Ron took that feeling away, but because they're both guys, it gives them a bond that she can never be a part of. Hermione never felt as alone as she did those few months they searched for horcruxes. Every location they chose was desolate and empty of all human life.

But the two weeks she's been having, trumps those months ten-fold.

The Weasley's, Harry, and Hermione hardly ever saw George anymore. After Angelina came by, he left and stayed with her.

At first, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were unsure about letting him go. But then Angelina spouted some story about how he needs to get out of a place so associated with Fred and they believed every word.

Hermione believed it was complete rubbish.

But she watched them apparate with no complaint. Their hands attached and a bag at his side, he never looked back.

Not at his home. Not at his family. But most of all, not at Hermione.

He didn't bother with pleasantries; as soon as Angelina offered her house to him, he was packed and out the front door faster then the eye could follow.

Angelina stayed behind a few more moments to say goodbye. Hermione couldn't help but notice the look of satisfaction that crossed her face while leaving the house.

And then, with a pop, they were gone.

Everyone was happy for him; they kept talking about how excited he was to leave with her, and Mrs. Weasley even brought up wedding plans.

No one noticed Hermione's discomfort; no one but Ginny. But as much as Ginny wanted to help her friend, she also saw how George reacted and wanted nothing more than his happiness.

So Hermione was once again, alone.

The moment George left, Hermione felt her heart shatter. The only words that ran through her head were 'He hates me, he hates me, he loves her, he loves her.' It tore her apart from the inside out.

She went back to staying in his bed at night; but she was never able to sleep with the smell of George constantly assaulting her.

Using magic, Billy was able to develop the pictures from the lake. Hermione never thought she would hate magic; in fact, she loves it!

Except for that moment.

When the family went through the pictures, she snuck a certain one out of the bunch. She knew it wasn't a good idea; it would only make things worse for her. But she took that risk, and felt her heart rip each and every time she looked at it.

A few days after the pairs' departure, Hermione wandered downstairs to dinner, only to find a sight that made her heart break all over again. There, at the table, sat a laughing George with his arm wrapped around Angelina, surrounded by his smiling family. George gave Angelina a sweet kiss on the forehead before his eyes landed on the sight of Hermione.

She left the room the next second.

The following days, Hermione made sure to always be aware, not wanting to be exposed to the couple again. She still managed to run into them several times; whether Angelina was kissing him passionately or George was calling her "Angel", it all managed to kill her slowly.

"Don't they make such a cute couple! You can just feel the love in the air when they're around." Mrs. Weasley smiled at everyone around the living room.

Hermione, thankful it was a George-freeday so far, stood up from the couch in anger. As she marched to George's room, she noted how no one seemed to notice her or pay her any mind.

Sitting on his bed with dry eyes, she replayed everything that had happened since she came to the Burrow. She had made quick friends with George and helped him become his old self again. She had been confessed to by Ron. After all of that, everything had been fine.

But perfect Miss Angelina showed up and George hated Hermione.

Was she too hard on him? Was she too soft? Had she seemed too condolent? Or maybe it was just that she wasn't Angelina.

Hermione remembers Angelina from Hogwarts; she was pretty, popular, and an amazing quidditch player. She was one of the twins' good friends and they had always been sweet on her. Her and Fred were wonderful together; Hermione remembers looking at them with jealousy, wishing her and Ron could've been the same way.

But now...she guesses Fred wasn't the only twin with a taste for Angelina.

She pulled the picture she kept, from the lake, out from under her pillow, she allowed herself another look. It was a close up of her and George. Her arms were wound around his neck with his hands on her waist, supporting her in the water. She was mid-laugh with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. But George has his eyes on her in a way that Hermione can only explain as affectionate. He had a small smile, hardly showing any teeth, and it's showing happiness. Nothing like the look he gives her nowadays.

The picture was worn from all of the times she's brought it out, and there are water marks on it from the times she's bawled over it. Without a second thought, she rips it in half.

A knock on the door brings her out of her thoughts.

"What is it?" Her voice is raspy. To her surprise, a head of messy, black hair appeared from behind the door.

"That doesn't sound like the 'Mione I know." Shutting the door behind him, he goes to sit beside her.

"What do you want Harry." He halts in front of her.

"I'm worried about you; you haven't been the same for weeks now."

"I'm fine. Please leave me be."

"It's about George, isn't it." He didn't pose it as a question.

Bursting into tears, she threw herself into his waiting arms. "I j-just don't underst-tand! I-i did everything f-for him and now he HATES me!"

Harry rubbed her back comfortably, but it only managed to make her cry harder; it reminded her too much of the time George comforted her.

"He could never hate-"

"Yes he can, and he-e DOES! The only thing that matters to him now is his precious Angel..."

"So you've finally realized it then?"

Hermione continued to sob. "W-what are you t-t-talking about Harry?"

"That you're in love with him, of course."

Jerking out of his arms, Hermione stared at him, incredulous. "What nonsense are you talking about now."

Harry grinned and Hermione cursed him for his bravery and unmoving qualities. She's always been jealous of his constant, unwavering Gryffindor personality.

"Don't sound so surprised. You're jealous of Angelina. And I'm sure she's jealous of you too."

"She has nothing to be jealous of. Now stop talking rubbish." Hermione snapped.

Harry had a small smile of sadness on his face. "Hermione...you and George have been practically inseparable since you've gotten here. Ron and I used to be your best friends, but we haven't truly spoken in ages."

"That's not true, Harry!" But deep down, she knew he was speaking the truth.

"You two gravitate toward each other and he's closer to you then he's been with anyone since Fred. Hermione, you two need each other. That much is obvious, but its clear that you also love each other dearly."

Hermione sputtered and thought hard about what he had said. In a way, he was right.

But Hermione knew how she was and how George was.

"That's impossible. I'm the know-it-all bookworm; he's the split twin with a pranking fetish. He would never love me. He loves Angelina."

Harry now had a victorious grin. "You never said you could never love him."

Could it be true? Could she really be in love with George Weasley? Her feelings had certainly changed compared to how they were before she had arrived at the Burrow.

"'Sides, everyone knows that opposites attract." Harry said.

"But Harry, we've known each other for years. If we were going to ever fall for each other, don't you think we would have done that already?"

"It's not like you guys ever gave it a chance. You never interacted enough to get a feel for each other. All you guys knew about the other, was the obvious stuff. Nothing that actually matters. You could probably write a book about George; am I right?"

Her silence was answer enough.

"See Hermione? I've known you for years now. If this was really nothing, than you wouldn't be getting so torn up over him and Angelina. You're acting the same way you did when Ron and Lavender were together. You're the smartest witch of your age; open your eyes and get a clue: You love him."

She thought back to their times together, their late night talks, their heart to heart conversations, and how his hand seemed like a puzzle piece to her own.

"I'm in love with George Weasley." She whispered to herself.

Harry smiled and hugged her once more. "Now go get what's yours." He whispered in her ear.

She pulled back again; shaking her head frantically. "He has Angelina; he loves her! She's helped him become himself again; I can't make him hate me anymore!"

"You've helped him; not her! Now go over to Angelina's house and tell him how much you love him. Or we'll lose both George AND you."

Making a decision, Hermione nodded to him, slightly shaking. Harry beamed and hugged her for the third time.

"And don't keep things from me. You're one of my best friends 'Mione and I've missed you." She squeezed him hard.

Half of the reason was because of his words and to reassure him. The other half was trying to somehow take some of his bravery for herself; knowing that doing what she was about to do, would call for plenty of bravery.

"Thank you."

"Oh and before you go..." He pointed his wand at the remains of her picture and it magically repaired itself.

He stuck it into her pocket and kissed her on the cheek.

Walking downstairs together, they were met by the sound of yells and sobs. The living room was filled by everyone running around; the room the epitome of confusion.

"What's going on here!" Harry yelled out to them all.

Everyone stopped in theirtracks and had fear written on their faces. Bill stepped forward, with a shaking, ashen-faced Angelina at his side.

"George is missing."


Stupid hurricane and highschool have kept me busy...review please:)

A/N- 7/5/12 edited!