AN: Good morning everyone and happy Wednesday. I am very sorry for not updating sooner but life gets in the way. Same with writer's block. It comes at the worst times. I hope to update more in the future, all of my stories in fact. Since summer is almost over I should be updating all of my stories more. Now on a little side note I wanted to let you all know that I have started a new story, it's the Hunger Games from Peeta's perspective so please check it out when you can. So today is August 31, 2016 and this is the first chapter today. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's and anything you don't is mine.
George POV
I silently ate the food Hermione had made for me but for all intents and purposes I could have been eating sawdust. Usually I loved Hermione's cooking but at the moment my stomach was churning so much I would be lucky if I could eat all of it.
In the end I hid most of the food in my serviette. I doubted Hermione noticed since she was still working on the Arithmancy for the color change nail varnish. She was chewing on her lip and mumbling the numbers under her breath. There was a little crease between her brows that I wanted to massage away with the pad of my thumb.
I quickly cleared my throat and pushed away the plate. There was no way I could force down another bite. I was feeling too sick to put anything else in my stomach.
"You know you should eat something." I jumped and looked up from the serviette I had been glaring at. Hermione was standing behind me, her arms crossed, a frown on her face. "In fact when was the last time you ate anything?"
I wanted to tell Hermione that it was none of her business, that she had no right to ask. But I knew if I said anything like that something between us would break. The last thing I wanted was to have Hermione hovering around me like a snitch but if the alternative was hurting her there was no choice, no true choice anyway.
"I don't remember." I said, sipping absently at some Muggle soda pop Hermione had stocked in the fridge. It helped to settle my stomach and I blew out a heavy breath.
"Georgie, you need to eat." Hermione said, sitting at the table across from me. She reached forward and placed her hand over mine.
"I have no appetite at the moment." I said running a hand through my hair.
"Okay," she said chewing on her lip. "I think it's time we talked about some things George."
My heart pounded and I took a deep breath. If Hermione was calling me George then I knew it was serious. We were finally going to hash everything out. I had fuzzy memories from the previous night but I couldn't remember anything specific. "I agree."
"George," Hermione's hands were shaking and she quickly pulled them away and set them in her lap. "You are under the impression that I am in love with Ron."
I winced and quickly dropped my eyes from my wife's. "I haven't cared for Ron in years, George. We kissed once and afterwards we both agreed it was a 'thank Merlin we're alive' kiss. In fact we can barely look at each other ever since he and Luna got engaged."
"But... what? I didn't know you and Ron kissed..." I said hoarsely pulling out my pipe with shaking hands.
"The three of us made a pact not to tell anyone unless we had to." Hermione said leaning back in her chair and dropped her head back so she could stare at the ceiling. I lit my pipe and slowly took a drag. The tense muscles in my shoulders slowly relaxed and it took me a moment to think about what my wife had just said. "Wait...three?"
"Harry saw us." She said twirling her wand absently in her hand. It was a nervous habit of hers. I opened my mouth to respond but there was nothing I could say, instead I took a long drag from the pipe
"Look George," Hermione said turning to me. "I know things are crazy and weird and strange but I like you. I like you a lot. I think things between us can work out. You do too, I can see it in your eyes and in the way you act and treat me. No I don't love you, not yet anyway, but I know I can if we take the time to get to know each other better."
I stared at Hermione blinking owlishly trying to find the right words, anything I could possibly say. "I love you." My eyes bugged, I had not meant to say that.
"I know you do Georgie." If it was possible my eyes grew even wider. Hermione smiled softly and bit her lip. "You told me last night."
A warm flush spread across my face and I was desperately wishing for a drink. "I...erm...uhh..."
"Even if you don't remember it I do and it will always be one of the greatest moments of my life." She said looking at me, a warmth in her eyes that had never been there before.
"I wish I had told you when I was sober first." I said my hands shaking.
"Either way I'm glad I know, it won't be so weird then when I tell you I'm moving in." My mouth promptly dropped open in shock and Hermione said her eyes all but sparkling as she laughed, "Oh come on Georgie, I'm not going anywhere again. I already unpacked all my things and talked to my landlord about selling my apartment."
"Wow, you were busy." I muttered puffing on my pipe, the purple smoke curled around my head.
"Yes I was." Hermione said dropping her head into her hand. "But do you think Fred would mind?"
"Do you think Fred would mind what?" Fred asked standing behind us his arms crossed. Hermione jumped in her seat and I laughed as my twin crossed his arms. "Mind what George?"
"Mind Hermione moving in." I said puffing on my pipe.
"Not in the least as long as you use a silencing charm." A nervous chuckle passed my lips and Hermione blushed a brilliant shade of red. Fred slammed the door to his room and I turned back to Hermione.
"Well that was awkward." All my wife did was giggle in response.
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