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This wasn't good. God, this wasn't good. Why was it that whenever George found himself with someone that he really cared about, Hermione was always around to mess it up? Dinner at the Potter house had been more than awkward, that's for damn sure. It was especially awkward when Ginny pulled Hermione aside to speak with her.

"Hermione, what in the bloody hell is going on?" The only thing even slightly scarier than Ginny Potter yelling was her whispering in a rather harsh tone. She'd been watching her all night – watching how careful she was, how quickly she'd passed up on a bit of firewhiskey. Ginny wasn't stupid – Hermione knew that Ginny wasn't going to buy anything but the truth, and Hermione wasn't going to be able to leave without telling the truth first. There was no use in denying it. Besides, she could really use a friend.

Carefully, Hermione let her dark eyes roam around the small room to make sure no one could hear her aside from Ginny. "I'm pregnant." It seemed that Ginny had been expecting it. A loud sigh pushed past her lips.

"Is it George's?"

"Yes." Well, at least all of her children would have the same father – oh god, how was she going to tell Fred? She hadn't even thought of that. He'd come home for Christmas break and she'd be the size of half a house. Perhaps not, actually, she'd only be around five months pregnant then. That didn't mean she couldn't not tell him. Maybe he would be excited about the possibility of another sister or even a brother. Hermione wasn't nearly as excited.

Apparently, however, George decided then was a good time to leave as he had practically waltzed into the room and insisted that they go now. There was something about the fact that Cho wanted to see him. Why did Hermione have to leave as well? She wasn't exactly sure.

Now, however, the thirty year old was laying back on her bed and trying to no avail to fall asleep. It just wasn't happening. She had to tell George – there was no running away this time. She'd made that mistake once and she knew for a fact that no one would forgive her for this if she ran now.

"Hey, you awake?" George poked his head into room, his wand lit in order to check on the middle aged witch. Hermione sat up carefully and nodded her head.

"Yep, what's up?" He sighed softly and plopped down next to her without even thinking about it, laying back on the opposite side of her bed.

"I think I'm going to break up with Cho." Hermione raised an eyebrow at him in wonder.

"I thought you two were getting on well?" He shrugged his shoulders without meeting her eye. She didn't think much of it, to be honest.

"We were, are actually. She's just not cutting it." It still surprised Hermione how mature George had become over the years – it was rare to even see him joke lately. It really broke her heart to see how much everything had been affecting him. It was needed, however, he had three children now. Another one on the way, though he had no idea about that.

"What made you realize that?" Hermione raised an eyebrow in his direction. He only looked at her for a moment.

"I only dated her because I wanted to make you jealous." One secret down. That was the only thing that passed through Hermione's mind. He told her the truth, wasn't it only fair that she did the same? A loud sigh pushed past her lips.

"It worked." She glanced at him for a moment. Okay, so maybe that wasn't exactly what she'd wanted to say – but he didn't need to know right then, did he? He grinned over at her automatically, it was a triumphant grin.

"Thank god. I thought I'd been snogging that woman for nothing. She's terrible at it." Hermione giggled automatically, smirking over at him with a slight raise of her eyebrow. He really was something else.

Being with George again was like nothing Hermione could have predicted. He was ecstatic, and frankly, so was she. Hermione and George had never really had a shot had a real relationship before. They'd always just looked forward to the mindless sex without consequence. She'd been with Dean at the time, just as he'd been with Katie. Things hadn't been right then. Now, however, everything was just fine. They were happy together. She was pregnant. Not that he knew that, of course.

"Hermione, love, it's time to wake up." Kisses were placed on the top of the young woman's lips as the sound of a very husky voice woke her up. It was pretty obvious to her that George must have just woken up himself – and there was nothing sexier than this man's morning voice, that's for damn sure.

"Why don't you sound like that all the time?" Hermione cracked one eye open to glance up at an amused George Weasley. He was going to enjoy teasing her with that, she was sure of it. Without even thinking about it, George leaned his head down to press his lips far too close to her ear, his voice even lower than usual.

"What, like this?" Merlin, she'd nearly forgotten how easy pregnancy hormones were messed with – she was going to have a hell of a time keeping herself in check with this man around. "Does my voice turn you on, baby?" Hermione bit her lip for a moment before pulling her head back to look at him, her eyebrows raising ever so gently.

"Are you always this horny?" With that, George had pinned her arms carefully about her head and slipped his legs on each side of her.

"Yes." Hermione giggled at him, unable to help herself. George Weasley was nothing short of a tool.

It seemed that her giggle was short lived, however, as George pressed his lips to hers almost instantly. There wasn't much that Hermione loved as much as she loved kissing this man. He smirked as he carefully pressed his hips against hers, letting her know exactly what she was doing to him through the fabric of their pajama bottoms. She had to bite back a moan. Hermione had very nearly allowed her hand to begin to take off his pajama bottoms before she forced herself to pull away from him, chewing on her lower lip for a moment. George mourned the loss of contact. "You're the epitome of tease." Usually, that would have made the middle aged woman giggle. Instead, she bit her lip and glanced up at him for a moment.

"I have to tell you something. It's a bit important." Okay, so maybe it was more than a bit important – did it really matter how she labeled it? George regarded her curiously for a moment before nodding his head and sitting up straight. They were currently in the room that was deemed his – something Hermione was sure would be theirs at some point soon. He'd never let her sleep in her own bed as long as they were together.

"Okay. What's up?" He crossed his legs like a child, making the woman giggle to herself for a moment. He'd be such a good dad to their children – she had no doubt in her mind. He was already fantastic with Fred.

Hermione took a deep breath and let it pass through her lips for a moment before allowing her fingers to tangle into her mess of hair. "I um, I'm pregnant." George was silent for a moment; it was almost as if he wasn't moving.

"Y-You are? Is it mine?" A scoff slipped up onto the woman's lips automatically.

"No, it's Ron's. We're madly in love and he's going to leave behind his entire family for me. Of course it's yours, you nimrod!" George was sporting a grin automatically, seemingly unphased.

"You're vicious when you're hormonal." Hermione glared at the bright haired boy, finding the closest thing to her in order to throw at it at his head. It happened to be a very full tissue box on the nightstand that he dodged far too easily, making the bushy haired woman scoff in distaste. "That wasn't very nice, my dear." And then she was in his arms, him making sure she couldn't throw something else at him, and his lips were on hers. It was a feeling she would never completely get over.

"Can I please get you out of your knickers now?"