Second last chapter for this story I think, rate and review, things get a lot happier in this one so yey XD

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I woke up the next morning and the sun was just beginning to come up slowly, the sky was a dark deep ocean blue, it had to be at least five in the morning, I got up and walked over to the blind and pulled it back and looked at the sky, Thinking last night was just one big dream, a nightmare even. I didn't feel too good, my knees were shaking. I hadn't fallen asleep till two in the morning, last night seemed like a blur but, I remembered it so clearly. I looked over at the bed and saw Hermione lying there, she looked so peaceful lying where I had left her, I was surprised she was still there I thought I would've scared her off after last night. Her curls covered the pillow in a heap and her eyes were closed, her lips pursed.

I walked back over to the bed and got in beside her and held her and she rolled over, I put my arms around her waist and pulled her against my chest. She made me feel calm, my eyes got heavy again and I drifted off to sleep.

I opened my eyes and saw the pillow on the other side of the bed, George was asleep beside me. He was so warm, his arms were wrapped around my waist, I rolled over and he moved his head upwards. His grip around me tightened and pulled my closer to him. He looked so peaceful; I had to go to the bathroom so I wriggled out and sat on the edge of the bed. And looked behind me and smiled at George as he slept.

'Hermione…?' I heard a very sleepy George say under a yawn 'Where are you going?' he asked wiping his eyes. 'Just going to the bathroom, I'll come back don't worry.' I said giving him a sleepy smile and he rolled on his back and closed his eyes again, then opened them and stared at the ceiling. I stood up and saw the glass on the floor and the mess that had been left from last night. Glass was everywhere, I couldn't stand it. I did a simple cleaning spell and left the room while everything put itself in its rightful place.

I came back a few minutes later 'Close the door.' He said and I turned around closed it. He opened the blanket so I could slip back into bed. 'It's cold…' I said even though the fire that seemed to be on all the time due to a spell George had put on it was still crackling. He wrapped his arms around me lovingly and pulled me to his body. He was so warm, his chest and stomach were so firm, and I could lie there all day if I wanted to. 'You feeling better?' I asked curiously 'A little…more the fact you're here than anything else.'

I pulled her close, it was still pretty dark outside and I didn't want the morning to come. It was Sunday the last two days had gone by in a flash…I still felt angry with life but, being with Hermione right now made everything seem a little bit better. I looked deeply into her brown eyes. 'I love you…' I said softly and kissed her on the top of her head. 'I love you too…' she kissed under my chin and held my hand.

I pulled his hand near my face and put it towards the light; I examined the light pink skin that was a few millimetres thick over his veins. I kissed it softly 'You poor thing.' I said slowly, 'Why'd you do that to yourself?' I asked 'Because I'm sick Hermione…' I hugged him tightly 'Don't ever hurt yourself again…please…I don't like it when you hurt yourself…' I rolled over again to look out the window.

She rolled over to face me, her eyes looking concerned and sad, I ran my hands through her hair, feeling the softness 'Don't hurt yourself anymore Georgie…I'm here for you…' she said and kissed my cheek, she made my heart pound against my ribs. 'I know…' I said giving her a small smile and I tilted her chin up 'I love you. You've got to know that.' I said holding her closer. She eventually drifted to sleep and I did to.

Some hours later I woke up and she was sitting at my desk on the chair throwing bottles of scotch out. 'Hermione what are you doing?' I said getting up to see what she was doing more clearly. She spun around on the chair 'Helping you George, I'm gonna try hard this time okay?' she said staring at me with those caring eyes. 'Well, give it a shot…' I said doubtfully, I was still on a train wreck route that was for sure well I thought I was.

I didn't want her to in case it didn't work out, but after last night I definitely wanted things to change, for better or for worse. I got up and had a shower and Hermione said we should go out for the day. 'But everyone thinks I'm dead.' I said and she grinned. 'We'll start off small.' She said and I smiled at her, for some reason she gave me hope.

We went to the park not too far away, it was nice but Godric was it cold. I wanted to hold her all day, but instead we held hands and walked around the park, looked at the ducks in the pond and talked. It was nearing September; Ginny was going back to Hogwarts soon to finish up.

We went back home and Hermione went and got some dinner which turned out just to be pizza cause that's about all we needed. We sat on the lounge, watched some muggle contraption called a television that Hermione was very fond of and I found it quite magical in its own right getting people to transport into a little box and being able to hear everything they said it was like seeing little midgets in a box performing for you.

Weeks went by and she stuck by my side, all the crazy nights of yelling and self pity and drinking on some occasions, she was there, all the times I'd thought I'd wake up and she would've left me were not to be as she was always there. Sometimes she went back to the Burrow but, most nights she spent comforting me and trying to put me on the right track rather than travelling on desolation boulevard.

'So…how's mum and dad been?' I asked one mid-September evening 'Alright, I've been dropping in some nights saying I'm out with friends, they don't care. They don't care about much now, they're home alone most of the time, sometimes your brothers stop in. 'Is Ron married yet?' I asked out of curiosity.

'I don't think so; him and Lavender are just living together.' She said and we laughed 'He better man up and ask the bitch…' she said slowly. 'Can't imagine who would.' I said laughing. I gave her a hug 'What if he gets married before I do…I'd be a laughing stock, my younger brother getting married before me…' I trailed off. Even though it wouldn't matter because none of them remembered me anyway,

I looked at him and wanted to say something but instead I put my arms around him and kissed him on the lips, sucking his bottom lip gently. 'We've been together nearly a month…'Mione.' He said pulling away; he looked sad 'Can I call you 'Mione? It sounds like mine, because you're miney.' He said childishly 'Of course Georgie, I'll be yours forever or until you get sick of me…' I said trying not laugh because he looked too serious. 'I can't get sick of you…' he said nudging his head against mine and nuzzling into my neck.

'You seem better…' I said loving the feeling of his head between my neck 'You've helped me so much over the last few months…doesn't mean I don't get depressed…I don't drink but, I still find myself plunging into darkness even during work, Jimmy's been doing such a good job.' He said 'George, I'm always here for you, you know that baby.' 'Some nights you're not, some nights you're in your own bed not beside me, but alone, I hate the idea of being alone.' 'You're never alone.' I said kissing him on the cheek. 'I want to feel like I'm alive again 'Mione, but I can't…everyone thinks I'm dead, you're the only person I see besides Jimmy.' He conceded sadly and I held him. 'Maybe we should set your life right…' I said. 'What do you mean?' he said sitting up quickly to look at me 'You know, tell everyone you're alive, and tell them George Weasley is not a dead man.' I said trying to convince him. 'I'll sleep on it.' I shook my head but, what could I do it was his choice.

I looked at the clock, it was 7:30. 'I'm gonna go to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow or?' he trailed off. 'I'll come back later.' He leant in and kissed me goodnight and broke the kiss off just as quick as it had started and walked off shuffling his feet upstairs to his room. 'Bit early for sleep isn't it?' I asked 'What sleep do you get when your minds like mine?' he replied and I smiled 'I'll be back later.' I said again and he gave me a sleepy smile. 'Night Hermione.'

I apparated back to the Burrow to say hello to the Weasley's and to have some quiet reading, thinking whether or not to go back to George's; I knew if I stayed with George I'd enjoy it more. So what if we just held each other, I wanted to give myself only to him so I was waiting for that special opportunity. George didn't care he thought it was good but, I knew deep down he wanted me. I went from my room to my dresser and got out some satin pyjamas before apparating myself back to George's after reading Lord of the Rings.

I was lying in bed, tossing and turning for what felt like hours, I would fall asleep only to be awakened by my own nightmares. As I woke up a sixth time I felt the sweat dripping down my forehead and my neck and jumped when I heard a light hand tapping on the door. 'Hermione?' I called out to check it was her 'George, it's just me…' she said before opening the door. She had her black satin flannel neck pyjamas on with white spots, I loved how it stuck to her and I loved the fact even more that within a few seconds she would be in my arms.

She climbed into bed, sliding under the sheets and pulling herself against me to kiss my lips needingly. 'You're all sweaty…you okay/' she asked concerned and running her hand through my hair. 'Nightmares…' I said rolling on my back to stare at the ceiling. 'What about?' she asked and lied on my chest and listened to my heart beat. 'Just about Fred…and some about you being taken away in the same way he was and then having death eaters laughing maniacally at me as I cried and wept over your dead body…' she looked at me 'I'm not going anywhere Georgie…calm down..' her hair fell all around my face and covered it completely as she kissed me over and over. I wrapped my arms around her and embraced her for a while before settling back down. 'I love you…' I whispered 'I love you too.' I whispered back.

The next morning we woke up talking about life and where we should go from here. I wanted him to go see his parents and he said no which made him tense, the only way to set this right would be to force him to go. We got ready to go out and walked outside the door, I apparated to get a dress from the Burrow and came back. 'Do you wanna go for a walk?' I asked and he nodded. He was paranoid about going out incase anyone saw him. We walked around and then we stopped in a field. 'Close your eyes George…' I said and he did 'What are you doing Hermione?' I grabbed his hand 'I'm sorry…' I apparated us to the Burrow to the Oak tree where we had been a year and a bit comforting each other.

George looked at me stunned 'What? No Hermione! I'm not going in there!' he protested pointing in the direction of his family home. 'George, you're going to walk in there with me and you're going to give them their memories back and I'm going to explain everything. 'Hermione! Are you bloody crazy? No I'm not…' look I'll be there with you step by step, it'll be fine I promise.' I said to reassure him and he was still hesititant.

'Hermione where have you…' she trailed off as she stared at George… 'My goodness…he looks a lot like Fred…' she said as thoughts came to her head that Fred never had died. 'Mum…' George mouthed and went to walk towards her but; stopped…she had no idea who he was… 'Hermione who is this?' I looked at George and held his hand.

'George, do the spell…' I whispered into his ear, George took his wand from his pocket and whispered the counter curse slowly and within ten seconds his mother realising everything went into shock. 'OH MY GOD! GEORGE! GEORGE YOU'RE ALIVE!' she said running towards him with her hands out towards him. He hugged his mother like she was a teddy bear; in comparison to George she was tiny. She was crying and laughing at the same time and I think he went into shock.

'You were dead…we went to your funeral! We saw you dead!' she said as tears streamed down her face. 'I faked it…' he admitted looking at the ground 'I'm insane mum…' I didn't know what to do other than stand next to him and hope his mother wouldn't make herself have another heart attack. 'If it weren't for Hermione I'd probably be dead…' he said looking at me briefly before looking at the ground.

'George…never leave us again! Please…' as she was crying and George was awkwardly hugging her Harry, Ginny and Mister Weasley walked outside and saw us all. 'Mrs Weasley…who are you hugging?' asked Harry, he had no recollection of George either, he did the counter curse on each of them and their confused faces turned to tears of happiness.

'Our son…' she said as she hugged George tighter, George looked at me and tears were coming to our eyes too. It was like a family reunion, all of us together. They all huddled up in a heap of tears and happiness. 'Thank you Hermione…you bought him home again…' said Mister Weasley and I gave him a smile 'Life's going to get much better.' I said looking at George and George for the first time in a while seemed a little more happier.

As the celebrations of the day, the owls that had gone out to tell everyone George was alive and his comeback to the real world was celebrated with countless drinks. After a lot of celebrations, cake and Mrs Weasley's home made chocolate ice cream, George and I were finally able to be alone as we sat near the Oak tree. 'Thank you Hermione…' he said putting his arm over my shoulder and twisting my hair with his fingers. 'It's okay…they needed to know…I couldn't stand them not knowing if I knew…' I said feeling somewhat bad for it, 'I wasn't sure if you were ready or not.' 'It's alright Hermione, it had to be done…I just needed a push.'

'I still feel like…well you know.' He said looking at the ground, I moved closer to him and wrapped my arms around him. 'George, I won't leave you… I won't do anything until you feel better, I'll always be here for you…I don't know why it had to take till the last few weeks for you to know that…' he put his arms around me and we sat there in silence.

'I didn't drink so much tonight…' he conceded. 'That's great!' I said looking up at him as the afternoon sun began to sink behind the ranges. 'I know just…I don't know what I want from life anymore…well I do but, I just…Well just forget it then.' He said frustrated. I tried to calm him down 'Talk to me…' he shook his head.

'Tell me.' I persisted and he looked at me and held my hand, squeezing it tightly 'Well…it mightn't be the best news or the most wanted of news or anything but…Hermione, I love you, I've loved you for so long and you are somewhat the reason why I'm still breathing beside you right now. Just you make me feel so alive and I'll never find anyone else that makes me feel like you do because there isn't…so what I'm trying to say is…do you…I mean would you…could…want to marry me?' he stuttered out. 'I can understand if you say no…' he looked at the ground like he was down and couldn't get any worse. 'I haven't found the right ring for you yet, but I will get you one, I promise, one that matches the wedding ring.' he said trying to impress me when none of that bothered me, the fact he asked was the best part.

I felt my heart melting, I had wanted this for so long and now the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with had asked me the best question he ever could ask me. 'Yes George…I can't imagine anything better'. He looked into my eyes as I looked into his and kissed, I held him close 'Don't leave me again, things will get better.' he whispered in my ear and I held him closely. 'I won't I promise Georgie…Just don't leave me again…' we embraced under the oak tree as the sun went down that autumn afternoon and we could both feel between us our lives getting better as we aimed for a new start with life. Hopefully this would end George's self-torture but, the torture he went through had made us stronger and made our relationship better. We made a pact never to leave one another again.