A/N: I'm really sorry about the long wait. At the moment many things are making it really hard to finish this story. Two of them being pretty intense writers block and trying to finish up my first year of college. I'm going to try to hopefully get this story done this summer, but honestly right now I'm not going to make any promises. I have all the ideas and outlines for each chapter written down but the matter of actually writing it is starting to get really hard. So from now on I'm sorry if it takes me a while to update between chapters.

Disclaimer: This is just fiction, hence the term "Fan Fiction"

A Promise Never Forgotten: Revised

Chapter 10

Completely and utterly unknown to Hermione, George had followed her up stairs a few minutes behind her. Everyone else had gotten used to the young pregnant girl rushing out of the room when she felt sick, so they weren't immediately worried. George on the other hand knew something was really wrong this time.

So there he was pacing in the hallway outside of her door while nervously chewing on his thumb nail. Quite a few minutes later, Hermione pulls open the door, hair now pulled back into a ponytail. But what George notices the most is the tear stains that are now streaked down her cheeks.

She wasn't even looking up at all as she stepped out into the hallway, which ultimately made her run straight in George.

She looks up quickly, clearly startled. "George!" she gasped, quickly rubbing a hand over her cheeks.

"Hermione, can we talk?" George asked quickly, fearful of some sort of rejection.

Hermione glanced down the hall a few times before nodding slowly and opening the door, letting them both into the room.

"What's going on George?" Hermione started looking very nervous.

George crossed his arms, "I was just about to ask you the same thing." He said slowly, looking a bit confused.

Hermione's heartbeat quickened and her palms started to get sweaty, "W-what do you mean?" she stuttered, wiping her hands on the thighs of her jeans.

"Really Hermione?" George brought two fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose, "I know how smart you are, so please don't play dumb with me."

Hermione stayed silent, really honestly speechless making George sigh heavily.

"What have I possibly done to make you become so cold towards me?"

Hermione mumbled something that George couldn't quite catch.

"What did you say Hermione?"

"You."

"What?" George said breathlessly.

"You being here has messed everything up." She said much louder, almost glaring at the man in front of her. "Everything was just fine before you came back. I had finally moved on and actually accepted the fact that you were gone and now you being here…" Hermione trailed off.

"What Hermione?" George asked.

"I just don't know what to do ok?" Hermione curled her fists tightly, "For once 'cleaver Hermione' doesn't have the solution." With that she started for the door.

"Hermione." George reached out a hand to grab her wrist, turning her back around to face him.

"No George, you don't get it, do you?

Hearing that, George forcefully let go of her wrist, "It's you who doesn't get it, Hermione. Do you have any idea what its like to see the love of you life completely moved on from you?"

Hermione stayed silent.

"You have no idea what its like to think that you are going to come home and that everything will be back to normal." George took a deep breath, physically attempting to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. "Only to find the person you thought you were going to spend your life with, married to someone else and pregnant with their child."

"Well what was I suppose to do George?" Hermione crossed her arms protectively over her stomach. "I thought you were dead! You couldn't expect me to wait around forever!"

"Still, that doesn't give you any right to be so cold to me!" George scolded her, taking a step closer, making Hermione take a step back.

Hermione tightened her grip on her stomach, "You know what? I-I can't handle this." And she started for the door again, almost getting it open before George reached out for her again, grabbing her hand this time. He kept hold of one hand and gripped onto the other while turning them around so he was between her and the door.

"What are you doing?" Hermione whispered, attempting to loosen George's grip on her hands.

"This" He said softly, and before Hermione could protest he leaned in to capture her lips in his.